Page 74 of The Spice Play

“You don’t have a game tomorrow.” She shrugged, and the fact that she had parroted exactly what had run through my mind already was almost comical — she knew me far too well at this point. “Should I, uh, leave the jersey on?”

“Should you leave the jersey on?” I mocked, grasping her by the front of it as I let her weight fall a little more, lining her up a little too perfectly. “Obviously, Penelope.”

She laughed before it cut off into a shuddered moan as I dragged my cock up over her damp heat. “Is this, like, an all-athletes kind of thing, or just hockey guys?” she asked, dragging her nails over my chest while I notched the tip of my cock against her entrance.

“Probably most of them,” I smirked, sinking an inch, and then another, and thenfuck, another — bit by bit, I buried myself in her with ease, but she gripped me like a goddamn vice. “You just picked the wrong one.”

Her gaze flicked up to mine, her eyes going wide. “What do you mean?”

“Thisone,” I rasped, pulling at it a little harder, “is my very first NHL jersey. And you’ve beenleakingall over it.”

Her face turned bright fucking red. “I thought it was a spare. Is this not the one you loaned me?—”

“There are two in that drawer, Nelly,” I huffed, pushing myself that last little inch until I was fully seated inside of her. Her lower lip caught in her teeth, her walls clenching around me, andGod,I wanted to fuck that surprised reaction right out of her. “You picked the wrong one.”

“Fuck,” she half-cursed, half-moaned, her hand locking around the back of my neck.

“This one,” I huffed, “has a tear on the collar. Right… here.”

I leaned in, releasing the jersey and hooking my arm back under her thigh, and brought my mouth to her neck.

And I started tomove.

“God,” I groaned, biting down on the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder to keep myself from being too loud. She hissed from the hint of pain, but I dragged my tongue over it, soothing the ache as I drove myself into her again.

Andagain.

“Touch yourself for me, baby,” I rasped, slowly picking up my speed. “Show me what you do to yourself when you’re thinking of me.”

She dampened her little squeal as I pulled my head back, resting it on her forehead instead, looking down the bridge of our noses to where her hand snaked between our bodies. The moment her fingers danced across her clit, so lightly and shakily I wasn’t quite convinced she was even connecting with it, everything about her shuddered.

She’d fucked herself so much she’d herself sensitive toanything.

There were a lot of things this woman did to me, a lot of things I didn’t understand, but the way she enraptured me anytime she fuckingmovedwas something unlike anything I’d ever fathomed. How anyone could be so sexy andrightfor me was beyond me, but this, how needy she’d made herself thinking of me doing exactly this to her, was on another level.

“Do it properly,” I said, the words reverberating through my chest. I spoke them in a growl. “It’s fine if you come, Penelope. It won’t be the last time that happens tonight.”

Her shaking hand pressed down a little harder, her walls clenching so tightly around me I nearly saw stars, and her mouth popped open, her head tipping just that little bit back, her lips seeking mine.

I gave them to her. I gave her whatever she wanted.

My hips stuttered as she struggled to loosen up a little, but I pushed through, diving into her over and over as I kissed her. It was messy, sloppy, needy — my tongue in her mouth and hers in mine, her nails digging into my chest. She lost her focus, her breaths coming quick, her sounds nearly breaking free despite her attempt to stifle them, and within the span of a minute since I’d slipped inside, she broke.

Her mouth closed, her head tipping back fully against the post as she tried, desperately, to hold back the noises she wanted to let loose. That was the downside of me touching her here instead of the guesthouse, I supposed. I didn’t get to hear all those pretty noises.

“Fuck,” I groaned, picking up my speed as she slowly began to loosen up a little more. “Again. Don’t stop, Nelly.”

“I—Seb, I, I can’t, I’m so sensitive,” she whined, her voice breaking as I lifted her a little higher, hitting,fuck, yes, right there. “Oh my God.”

I knew it would send her spinning, and she shook again, her hand just barely putting a hint of pressure back on her clit. Just watching her like this, unraveling, coming aroundme and starting right back up, already on the edge again… it was enough to temptmeinto finding an early release.

“Fuck, kiss me, kiss me, I can’t—I’ll wake him up,” she rambled, the hand gripping my chest finding its shaky way back up to my neck. I followed her pull, touching my lips to hers, swallowing as much of the sounds she made with my mouth as she squeezed around me again.

Her body locked, and I gambled on it, slipping my arm from under her leg in the hopes it wouldn’t change the position too badly for her. But she was locked on me anyway, and it didn’t make a single bit of difference, and just as she was breaking, just as that shriek began to climb its way out of her throat again, I pulled my lips away and covered her mouth with my palm.

Her release tore through her, her walls so tight it forced me to pause my movements. “That’s it,” I praised, my hand vibrating from the sound that desperately tried to break free. “Fuck, you look so pretty coming around my cock. So desperate for it that you came soeasily.”

She nodded against my hand as the pressure started to abate, her body slowly opening back up for me to resume my movements.

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