Page 75 of Hockey Boy
“So you do know the name of the man you’re dating,” he teases without looking up.
“I need your cock,” I whimper, grasping his waistband.
Before I can yank his shorts down, he shuffles back. He’s still sucking on my tits, but he’s backed up far enough to keep his hips out of reach.
“First,” he grits out with a lap over one nipple, “I want you on the bed, on all fours, ass up. Once I get my fill of you, maybe I’ll fuck you like you so desperately need.”
“Yes, I’d like that,” I pant, so dizzy with desperation, my vision goes dark.
He finally looks up at me and leans in so his lips are pressed against mine. “You may be their princess, but I’m not your pet.” His voice is rougher, darker than I’ve ever heard it. “In bed, your rules go out the window. I’ll fuck you rough when I want to, and soft when I need it. Do you understand?”
Swallowing past the boulder in my throat, I nod. Speaking is impossible. Hot, fiery need radiates from him. His eyes are molten, and he’s practically vibrating with the effort it takes to hold on to his control.
It’s clearer now than ever that the hurt I inflicted years ago has changed him, molded him, from the boy who wore his heart on his sleeve to the man who’s got it locked in its rightful place, out of reach. He’s protective of himself. As much as I hate that I broke his heart, I can’t help but be relieved that he’s not taking my shit. That he’s pushing back. If he didn’t, I’d be worried about us moving forward. But for the first time since we started this dance, I’m not. Aiden’s in control now, so I’ll let him stay that way.
With a pinch so fierce it pulls a shout from me, he presses his mouth to mine, swallowing the sound and kissing me brutally. Yes, I think I like this version of Aiden very much.
My mouth watersat the thought of eating her for hours. Lennox doesn’t have the first clue what she’s in for. She wants a fuck buddy. Entertainment. I’ll show her that fucking her is my ultimate hobby. Eating her, a delicacy.
But I like my food prepared a certain way. I want to watch her arms tremble as I steal orgasm after orgasm from her body. By the time she finally gets to feel the head of my cock inside her, when she gets to experience what it’s like to ride the barbells there forherenjoyment, she’s going to be so overstimulated she’ll see stars.
With a final kiss to her lips, I step back and motion toward her bedroom door. Her movements are slow, dazed, as she passes me. Jaw tight, I smack her ass, leaving a bright red mark on her pale skin. She yelps, but she picks up her pace, headed straight for the bed. Fuck, I can’t wait to finally taste her.
As soon as she walks into the room she pauses, her attention on the floral arrangement beside her bed. “Are those peonies?”
“Um what?”
“Aiden.” Even naked and ready to be devoured by me the woman manages to make my balls curl up into my body with that tone.
Thewe aren’t supposed to be doing sweet thingstone. Theyou’re not my real fiancétone.
I shrug like it’s no big deal, because honestly, it’s flowers, not a diamond ring. “They’re your good-night flowers. Do you not like them anymore?”
Her lips fold over as she tries unsuccessfully to hide her smile, and then she shakes her head. “I love them.”
I smirk. “Good. Now get on the bed so I can have my good-night snack.”
She stares at me for one more second before shaking whatever hesitations she has from her mind. Then she obeys. Impossibly hard and ready for what comes next, I look away from her and focus on our surroundings, rather than allowing my heart to take over.
Predictably, her room is all whites and pinks. I give it a quick scan, smiling, as I wait for her to get into position on the bed. On all fours, she peeks back at me, her pink hair falling over her shoulder.
I hand her a pillow. “Make sure you’re comfortable. You’ll be in this position for a while.”
Her lips form a surprised O, but she does what I ask without argument.
Inhaling deeply, I study every inch of her, then settle on her face. “Can I take a picture?”
A laugh bubbles out of her. She’s surprised again. I love that I keep surprising her. “Why?”
“Because you’re perfect. Because I don’t want to forget the moment you gave over all control to me. It’ll help me to behave out there,” I tease, nodding toward the bedroom door.
With her teeth pressed into her lip, she dips her chin. “Okay.”
I work quickly, making sure to get her blue eyes focused on me, her hair falling around her, the sultry pout she wears without even trying. I snap one quick picture. From the angle and the pose, it’s impossible to tell she’s naked. This isn’t a picture I’ll share with anyone, but this isn’t about sex. It’s about this moment, where she’s soft and sweet and giving in to me. Now that I’ve documented it, knowing I can return toit when I’m away from her and need this reminder that this moment was real, when my thoughts get the best of me and insecurities run wild, I can return my focus to pleasing her.
“Never have I ever wanted a woman in the way I want you, Lex.”
Pressing her forehead to the mattress, she whimpers.