Page 74 of Playing to Win

“Noise-canceling headphones?”

My cheeks warmed. Braydon just laughed. “Do I need to remind you about that girl in Buffalo?”

Luke’s expression relaxed. “I swear she was putting it on. I mean, I touched her elbow and she moaned like she was doing porn. It was awful.”

“Worse on my side, dude.”

Braydon ignored him, linking our hands to lead me upstairs. Last time, Braydon had taken care of me. This time, I wanted to return the favor. And I swore I wouldn’t mess up his hockey life.

Once we were in his room with the door shut, I grabbed his shirt in one hand and tugged him toward the bed. A smile curled up the corner of his mouth, and he let me lead him. When he was standing at the side, I turned him toward me while I dropped onto his mattress.

“So, kneeling is an issue for me…” His eyes widened and the smile dropped. I reached for his belt.

“You don’t have to?—”

I paused and looked up at him, my palm rubbing the hardening ridge I felt behind his zipper. “I know.”

I undid the buckle and clasp before pulling the zipper down. I went slowly, watching him watch my hands, his chest lifting in long breaths. I wanted to see that chest again, but first…

His pants fell, catching on his powerful thighs before dropping to the floor. He was wearing the same kind of boxer briefs, his cock, now mostly hard, pressing against the fabric. I pulled the briefs down to his thighs and took the time to examine his cock. Hard, uncut, large, in proportion with his body. His treasure trail led to a blond patch of hair at the base, his balls snugged up behind.

I ran a hand up his thigh, tracing over his abs. He quivered beneath my touch. I skimmed to the base of his cock, and up to the tip.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned.

I tightened my grip, pulling the head toward me. I nuzzled against it with my nose, running up and down, enjoying every twitch and shiver I got in return. I loved the power that doing this gave me. How a man, bigger than me, maybe stronger, surrendered to what I wanted to do to him. More so than sex, where the exchange was mutual. This was me, deciding what to give my partner, and him taking what I was willing to give.

I needed to feel powerful right now.

With him watching every move, I stretched out my tongue and ran it over the head. His eyes closed and I opened my mouth and took him deep.

“Jayna,” he whimpered. His hands reached for my hair, fingers digging into the strands.

I dragged my mouth up, licking, and then swallowing deep again. With one hand I stroked his balls, and with the other I gripped his hip, keeping him close.

He didn’t try to take over, thrusting too deep or controlling how I took him. He just stood, thighs tense and trembling, abs tight, as I licked and sucked and gave him pleasure.

I finally pulled back, jaw getting sore. His hips jerked, cock stretching for me, and he opened his eyes again. His pupils were wide, his mouth slack.

He drew in a long breath. “I almost came.”

I nodded. “Go ahead. This time it’s all about you.”

He shook his head. “No, I want to see you come too. Clothes off.”

I could live with that. His hands reached for his sweater, ripping it off over his head. I gave him a gentle shove backward so I could stand and strip.

Braydon was ahead of me, quickly stepping out of the pants and underwear I’d partially removed. I’d taken off my shirt when he reached out a hand to my bra. I was wearing purple today.

“Can I?”

I nodded. I’d never had a partner more appreciative of my indulgence.

He traced fingers over the lace and around the hard nubs of my nipples. I shivered and he smiled. He finally reached behind and flicked open the hooks, easing it off gently. “So pretty.”

I didn’t know if he meant my bra or my breasts, and I didn’t much care. Dropping the bra on the bed, he reached his hands under my ass, lifting and then laying me down on the bed. He leaned down, kissing over my breasts cradled in his hands, and then sucking on my nipples and sending heat straight to my core. I wanted more. “Someone said clothes off.” He rolled back, giving me room to unzip my pants. I lifted my hips to slide them off.

“You have the best underwear,” he sighed as the matching panties were exposed.

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