Page 94 of Arresting the Hockey Player
She takes in a sharp breath and raises an eyebrow. Silence follows. She doesn’t speak, so I take it as a sign to continue.
“I’ve been thinking about what you’d taste like against my tongue. I want to guide your hand between your pussy lips and let you feel your wetness coat your fingers. Then I’d guide them to my lips.”
She sighs softly as we sway to the music, my cock nudging her as I feel her hips rock against me. She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, tighter, her lips descending on mine for a searing kiss.
I open my lips, let her taste me, have me, but all she gets is a kiss on the dance floor.
We’re at my teammate's wedding. We can’t fuck here for everyone to see us. Her touch as she runs her fingers through my scalp is tantalizing.
I swore I’d make her come undone and scream my name, and I’m pretty sure she’s returning the favor. I’m unsure whether I should be pleased or annoyed that she’s trying to upend my challenge.
Charlotte is undoubtedly distracting me, but I don’t think it’s intentional, the more I study her rosy lips, her fiery cheeks, and her sunset-glazed eyes. I should put her out of her misery, let her come and reach her peak as she chases her orgasm.
“I want to fuck you, Charlotte,” I whisper into her ear, and she moans and thrusts her hips against me. I take it as encouragement and tease her, my fingers inching her dress higher.
Her lips part, her eyelids struggling to stay open. She’s already teetering on the edge, and at best, it’s a mediocre orgasm.
Fucking her, she’d scream so much louder. I’ve heard the blissful sounds she’s made in bed with me. The slight whimpers and moans she’s making now are pale in comparison, but I refuse to lose this little challenge.
She grabs my hand and drags me off the dance floor, through the backyard, and inside the house, where it’s quieter.
My mouth is on hers, latched on as I fumble with the zipper on her dress while walking her backward down the hallway.
The guest rooms are too far away, upstairs, to finish what’s been started. I drag her into the nearest closed door. There’s a desk in the center of the room with a computer and several screens attached to the wall.
I hike up Charlotte’s dress while her fingers undo my belt buckle.
“Condom?” she asks.
I pull one out of my wallet and tear the foil packet. Within seconds, it’s on, and I have her bent across the desk.
Charlotte spreads her legs, and I guide my fingers over her warmth, spreading her wetness, making sure that she’s ready before entering her.
With one hand, I grab her hair clip, unclasping and fingering her locks. With my other hand, I position my cock inside her entrance, teasing her.
“Fuck, Noah. Deeper.” She wiggles her hips back at me, trying to match my slow thrust with her more intense need.
My hands move to her hips, steadying her as I drive my cock inside of her, doing exactly what she begs for until she’s sated.
Her moans aren’t the least bit silent, but they’re drowned out by the loud pulsating of music from the band just outside the house.
“Fuck,” I curse. Already, she’s clenching onto my cock, making it difficult for me to hold out much longer. “Don’t you dare chase that orgasm yet,” I growl at her.
Charlotte whimpers and I slide out of her and spin her around to face me. She’s gasping for breath. Her cheeks are flushed, and I find the zipper on her dress, bringing the whole thing down to the floor with a smirk.
There’s something much more intimate about seeing the person you’re fucking. I want to dominate her, to see her stare back at me while I make her come, naked and quivering beneath me.
Anyone could walk in. Neither of us bothered to lock the door, but the party is outside, and hopefully, it stays that way.
“Climb on the desk,” I command.
She lifts her hips and sits at the edge of wooden desk. Charlotte spreads her legs, flashing me her pussy. “See something you like?”
I throw one leg over my shoulder and bend down, sweeping my tongue over her sex. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she drags me back up her body.
“We can do that another night,” Charlotte says. “Right now, I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
Just hearing her talk dirty makes my cock twitch with anticipation. She wraps her legs around me as I drive my cock inside her. Every stroke, she matches with her hips gyrating, begging me to let her have her sweet release.
