Page 50 of Playing to Win

His response was to tug me again. I lifted up, most of my weight on my good knee, and leaned forward, hands clutching the headboard. It was awkward, and I wasn’t sure how long I could do this, even if I was happy to have him go down on me.

He slid down till his face was below my pussy, where he could see how aroused I was. My leg started to tremble.

He sighed. “Okay, new plan.” This time he flipped me so I was the one staring upward, and he slid back, legs dropping off the bottom of the bed. He tugged my good leg, bringing my pussy close to him again. “Better?”

“Better,” I agreed.

He leaned in and licked, from my vagina to my clit. His tongue was flat, just enough pressure to light up my nerves, and it felt incredible. He moved back down, licking and sucking. Before I realized, my hands were back in his hair, tugging him as waves of pleasure followed the movements of his mouth and tongue. I floated blissfully, nothing mattering but his mouth and how good I felt.

His body shifted, and I felt his finger press inside me. I moaned, my legs squeezing him as I got closer and closer to orgasm. A second finger, a long suck on my clit, and I was gone. Eyes closed, chest heaving, nerves doing a conga throughout my body.

When I opened my eyes, panting and sweaty, Braydon was still between my legs, resting on his elbows and looking smug. I couldn’t blame him. That had been…spectacular.

“What now?”

I pointed to bedside table. “Condoms are in the top drawer.”

His smile grew wider and he pushed to his feet, almost jogging around the bed to the drawer I’d mentioned. His cock was hard, and I shivered. He reached for a condom. “I normally use my own rubbers, but I figure I can trust you.”

Right. Braydon was a hockey player, and some women would be happy to get a baby daddy with a large bank account. Not so much an issue for women playing sports. “No. I’m not going to trap you.”

He dropped on his ass on the bed. “That was a stupid thing to say. Sorry. It’s just been drilled into my head since I signed with the Inferno. I didn’t bring anything with me tonight, since I didn’t think I’d need it. I trust you, Jayna. But I get it if I’ve ruined the mood.”

His cock was only half hard now. I could send him away. I’d gotten off, spectacularly. But I wanted to feel him inside me. I didn’t want to take without giving back. I sat up, wrapped my hand around his cock and twisted my body over so I could swallow the head and swirl my tongue around it.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. His hand rested on my head. No pressure, just staying with me.

I pulled back, went a bit deeper, lips stretched, his erection nudging the back of my throat. He shuddered. I increased the suction, going deep. His cock was rock hard now, so I pulled back and reached out a hand. “Condom.”

He passed it over and I opened it. I rolled it down his length while his fists clenched at his sides. I stroked over it, checking it was good, and he pulled back.

“Careful. We don’t what this to end before I get inside you.”

I smirked and leaned back. “You know what to do now?”

His pupils were wide, his face and chest flushed, but he grinned at me. “Yeah, I think I can take it from here.”

He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs. He reached a finger down, running it through my folds, and I shivered. The finger moved inside me, sliding smoothly through the wetness that remained from my orgasm. He pulled his fingers back and leaned over me, hands planted on either side of my head, and moved his legs between mine.

He dropped his head down, licking across my neck and up under my ear. “Ready?” he breathed.

I nodded, and felt the head of his cock against my opening. He pushed, and started to slide in.

“Fuuuck,” I breathed. The stretch was incredible. He panted into my neck, arms trembling as he moved slowly, so slowly, until he was fully inside me. “I can take it.” I’d already come, and I was ready for more.

He lifted his head, checking that I was good, then pulled out and slammed back in. I lifted my hips to meet him, wrapping my leg around his ass. He did it again. And again.

The pressure and pleasure were different this way, but it still wound me up. He paused, carefully wrapping his forearm around my good leg and lifting it, so he could reach deeper. I scratched my hands over his chest, demanding more, more,more, and he responded.

So grateful for goalie flexibility and stamina.

“I’m close.” He panted out the words, sweat dripping from his body onto mine.

“Me too.” I pushed one hand down to my clit and that was enough. A second orgasm racked through me.

Braydon thrust again, and again, and grunted my name as he stuttered inside me, finally collapsing on me.

I panted, the act of breathing more of a struggle with the man lying on top of me, but I was too relaxed to move. He inhaled and then rolled over, sliding out of me and leaving me chilled with the loss of body heat.

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