Page 103 of Offside for Christmas
He worked her jeans down her hips, taking her underwear with them, and then she was bare beneath him. Cole sat back on his heels, his hands running up her legs, pushing them apart.The muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he moved—all that strength from years of training, now focused entirely on her.
"Look at you," he said, his voice rough. "So perfect. So wet for me already."
"Cole, please—"
He leaned down, pressing kisses up her inner thigh. "Please what? Tell me what you want."
"Your mouth—"
"Here?" He kissed higher.
"Yes—there—"
When his mouth finally reached where she needed him most, Ellie cried out, her hands immediately fisting in his hair. Cole groaned at the taste of her, his tongue sliding through her folds, circling her clit with the same precision he used on the ice.
"Oh god—" Ellie's hips bucked. "Yes—right there—don't stop—"
He took his time, using his mouth and tongue to explore every inch of her. When he added his fingers, sliding two inside her while his mouth worked her clit, she nearly came off the bed.
"Cole—I'm—oh god, I'm so close—"
"Come for me," he murmured against her. "Let me hear you. Let the whole bar hear you."
She came with a cry that was definitely loud enough to carry downstairs, her thighs trembling against his shoulders. Cole worked her through it, gentling as she came down.
"That was—" Ellie's voice was wrecked. "God—"
"One down." He kissed up her body. "At least two more to go. Told you—athlete's stamina."
"Show off," she breathed, but she was already reaching for his jeans.
He helped her shove them down along with his boxers, and when he was finally naked, Ellie took a moment to just look. All that hockey had done very good things to his body—definedabs, powerful thighs, shoulders that looked like they were carved from stone.
"My turn to stare," she said.
"Stare all you want." He positioned himself between her thighs. "But I'm done waiting."
Her hand wrapped around him, stroking, and Cole's hips jerked forward. "Fuck, Ellie—"
"I need you inside me," she said. "Now."
Cole pushed inside in one slow thrust, and they both gasped. She was so hot, so tight around him.
"Oh god," Ellie breathed. "Yes—so good—you feel so good—"
"You have no idea." He pulled out almost all the way, then thrust back in deeper. "Seven days of dreaming about this. Nothing compares to the real thing."
"Move—please move—"
He set a rhythm—slow and deep at first, his athlete's control keeping him steady. But when Ellie's nails raked down his back, when she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper, he gave her what she wanted.
"Harder," she gasped. "God, Cole, harder—"
He gripped her hips with strong hands, pulling her into each thrust. The bed frame hit the wall with the force of it—a steady rhythm that probably matched the beat of whatever Christmas song was playing downstairs.
"You like that?" he growled against her ear. "Like me using all this strength on you?"
"Yes—don't stop—feels so good—"
