Page 77 of Daring the Hockey Player
But I can still feel her heat and warmth, my cock bursting at the seams inside my jeans, and her hot pussy grinding against me. I can smell her scent, the sweet aroma that I crave a taste of on my tongue. I want to watch her shudder and hear her moan my name as I make her come again and again.
"What?" I bark as I pull up and park the Porsche out front of our apartment complex. It's short-term parking, three hours, but I don't intend on leaving the car overnight here. I'll take care of business, freshen up, and head back to the party, hopefully without Amber.
I need space from her, if only because I don't know how much longer I can hold off what I want.Her.
She's silent, and she follows me up to the front entrance. She keeps fiddling with the hem of her skirt, tugging it down a little lower to reveal her midriff. I suppose it's better that her hips and stomach show than that her ass is on full display.
I watch her as we head into the elevator. She's tugging the hem farther as if that will keep me from getting a good look at her cheeks.
When the doors shut and it's just the two of us alone, I reach over, my hand cupping her bare bottom and giving a squeeze.
Amber sucks in a breath. "Reconsidering your offer?" Her voice is raspy and filled with trepidation. She's nervous. It’s cute, but I wish that by now, she could relax around me. I’m not going to force anything or push her into something that she’s uncomfortable doing. Another reason that fucking her or letting her give me a BJ in the car is not a wise idea.
I force a smile, my cock straining against my pants. “If you’re coming with me tonight, you’re going to have to change into my jersey.”
She tilts her head, staring up at me. “I can do that,” she says. “But do I have to wear anything underneath?”
This woman is going to kill me.
We exit the elevator, and I retrieve my key from my pocket, unlocking the door and letting us inside.
The window shades are open, offering a spectacular view of the city skyline at night. I flip on the lights, allowing us to see where we’re heading, and Amber begins stripping out of her clothes, leaving a trail as she heads into my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask, watching her saunter with her hips swaying and her back to me, dressed in absolutely nothing.
"You told me to wear your jersey. I thought I'd give you a free little peek at what's going to be underneath."
She's toying with me. I know she's not trying to play games, but she's been drinking, and as much as I want to fuck her senseless and show her what it's like to be ravished, I'm not doing it under these circumstances.
But she's making it hard for me.
I already had one drink tonight. I don't know how many she had, but clearly, she's not thinking straight.
I yank open my closet, retrieve an Ice Dragons jersey with my number on it, 45, and the back reads Greyson. "Put this on and maybe some pants, too," I grumble, tossing it at her. I drop my keys, wallet, and phone on the bed as I head for the bathroom.
I stalk inside and shut the door since she's invaded my bedroom.
My cock twitches, and dammit for trying to be a gentleman. I unzip my jeans, my cock springs free, and I push my pants all the way off. Might as well be comfortable while I beat one out.
I run my thumb over the head, and already, it's sensitive and throbbing. I can't help but think about Amber and that short, little skirt and her wet pussy against my cock.
I suck in a breath, trying to slow down and keep from being overly vocal.
"Are you okay in there? Need a hand?" Amber asks, and she knocks on the door.
I want to shout at her to go away, that she's done enough already. I glance at the shut door. I didn't lock it. In haste, I forgot to, or maybe on a subconscious level, it was intentional.
But at any second, she could barrel inside and witness me with my cock in my hand, pumping vigorously as I slam my eyes shut and imagine burying deep inside her warmth.
Do I want to fuck her?
I'd give anything to be inside of her and to feel her body tighten around me like a vise as I make her come. That feeling alone is enough to make my cock twitch, and I reach for a tissue.
There's movement and rustling on the opposite side of the door. The bathroom door squeaks open, and Amber stands there in nothing but my jersey and with a cell phone in her hands as she watches me.
"I swear if you're recording this," I growl at her and realize she's holding my phone up, and it had better not be on video chat.
Amber's eyes widen, and she shoves the phone to her ear, but she doesn't turn around. There's not even a semblance of privacy as she watches me. "He's indisposed at the moment."
