Page 83 of Hockey Boy
Once she’s in place, I rise up behind her and slip her bathing suit bottoms to one side. With my fist around my cock, I rub my head through her lips, drenching myself, then press in slowly. She’s so wet I slide in with no problem.
Her moan echoes my own. “Dammit, Aiden. Why is this so good?”
Draping myself over her back, I brush her hair over one shoulder and press a kiss to the other. “Because it’s us, Princess. Because it was always meant to be us.”
Before she can object—or think too much about my confession—I slide out and slam back in again.
She grips the handlebars so tight her knuckles go white as we rock, creating a wake.
Within minutes, my legs are shaking and the telltale tingling starts at the base of my spine. “Shit. Sit on my lap, baby.”
“Aiden.”
“If you say a goddamn word about being too heavy, I will lift you up, wrap your legs around my hips, and fuck you while standing. I love your body, Lex. It’s the body of my dreams. So please, sit the fuck down on your throne and let me worship you.”
With her head dropped back against my chest, I lower us both to the vinyl seat, grinding my pelvis against her ass once she’s seated fully. Water sloshes in rhythm with our movements. I snake my hand around her waist, working her clit.
“Holy shit. That—yes,” she babbles.
“That’s it, Lex. Ride me until you come. I’m going to fill you up and then lead you back to the party. You’ll smile at our friends, and I’ll play the doting boyfriend just like you want, but we’ll both know you’re dripping with me.”
She digs her fingernails into my thighs as she cries out, her orgasm coming on so quickly that it takes me by surprise. When she spasms around me, the tingles surge, going straight to my balls, and I tumble over the edge with her, biting down on her shoulder to keep from growling like a caveman.
“Shit.” The word scrapes out of me. It’s far from what I really want to say, but if I voiced my true thoughts, I’d ruin everything. Because I’d confess my undying love. I’d beg her to tell me why she’ll never get married for real. Why she doesn’t believe in real relationships. Why she left me…
So when she turns her head and grasps my face and presses those gorgeous lips to mine, relief washes over me. Once again, she’s stealing my breath. I’d gladly give her my last one. In fact, that’s just another dream of mine.
Despite Aiden’s orders,I run for the bathroom as soon as we get off the Jet Ski. There is no way I can spend the rest of the day with his family, friends, and teammates with his cum dripping out of me.
For a moment, I press myself up against the locked door and just breathe. When I’m a little more grounded, I step in front of the bathroom mirror and study myself. I look wild. Carefree and happy.
Beautiful.
My cheeks are flushed, my lips are plump, and my eyes are brighter than they’ve been in years.
I look like a woman falling.
For all my concerns about Aiden, I’m the one at risk of getting in too deep.
With a shake of my head, I push the thoughts aside and take a few moments to fix myself so that my slutty, slutty ways aren’t so obvious and change into a pair of shorts and a tank.
As I’m stepping into the hall, voices echo against the empty walls.
“This place is seriously beautiful.”Aiden.
“Thanks.” That must be War.
“What’s up with your brother and Ava?”
War is grimacing as I turn the corner and find them standing in front of another closed door. When he sees me, his eyes light up and he lets out a relieved sigh, like he’s happy he doesn’t have to answer that question. “Need anything?”
“I’m good, and I agree with Aiden. This place is truly gorgeous. Are you going to miss being in the city, though?”
War shrugs. “Maybe, but then I can pull an Aiden and crash on your couch.”
Aiden dons his signature dopey smile. “No more couch surfing for me. Right, Lex?”
I lean into him and allow myself to sink into his hold when he wraps his arms around me. It’s far too comfortable. Far too easy to slip back into being his.