Page 75 of Revenge Puck

“Oh. I would be happy to help you with that.” Her fingernails circle my belly button, then slide lower at the same time herdamp tongue flicks over my nipple. “Your next game is still thirty-six hours away…”

Game? What game? My brain can’t comprehend anything right now except needing Elle’s mouth and hands on me.

“Preston?” she eases her small hand underneath the waistband of my jeans that I slept in to keep things from going too far. The denim was an extra layer of clothing to use as a barrier. If I had slept next to Elle in just my underwear, knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath my jersey, it would’ve been too much temptation.

But this isn’t sex. It’s close, but not the same. And Elle offered…

Reaching down, I pop the button and lower my zipper. “Make it stop hurting, cupcake.”

“Yes, sir,” Elle replies and then she’s moving. Straddling my lower legs, she tugs my open pants down my thighs, then my boxer briefs that have an embarrassing damp spot on the front. My erection pops up between us, demanding all of her attention.

And Elle obliges. She wraps her small fingers around the base to hold it still, then leans forward to lick it like a lollipop. She teases up and down my length until I’m nice and wet, and so close to coming I’m shaking all over. That’s when she glances up at me, her green eyes holding mine as she opens her mouth nice and wide to welcome me inside.

“Fuck!” I shout to the ceiling, my neck muscles tightening as I savor the slide of her hot tongue, her muffled moans, and sweet, blessed suction. My fists clutch at the bedding, refusing to touch Elle’s head for fear she’ll stop.

Years. I haven’t been inside a woman’s mouth in years.

It’s even better than I remember. Or maybe that’s just Elle.

I’m in a tortured state of agony trying to make it last as her head bobs faster, as she sucks me harder, deeper. So deep, I feelthe back of her throat, the walls constricting around my shaft, and I. Am. Dead.

“Wow,” I mutter once I’m able to speak the English language again. “Wow.” I scrub my palms over my face that feels numb. My entire body is still buzzing.

“Do you regret it already?” Elle ask from where she’s moved back beside me.

Removing my hands, I look at her like she’s crazy. “What? Why would I ever regret that?”

“If you don’t win tomorrow…”

“I’m not going to blame you if we don’t win tomorrow,” I assure her. Wrapping an arm around her back, I drag her closer to me. “I needed that. More than I realized.”

“Good.”

We both lay there in silence, Elle’s head resting on my chest, her fingernails lightly drawing circles on my stomach while my palm slides up and down her spine, between the numbers of my jersey.

“What are your plans for the day?” I finally ask her.

“I don’t have plans. What are yours?” she asks.

“I have practice…” I glance over my shoulder at the hotel alarm clock’s glowing red numbers. “Shit. Soon. It shouldn’t be a long one, just mostly yelling at us for all our mistakes last night. After that, would you want to come over to the house with me? I could bring you back to the hotel tonight if you don’t want to stay over.”

“Okay. But I think I would like to stay over, if that’s all right with you and Maya.”

“Of course it is. She helped me clean the whole place just in case you stopped by.”

Lifting her head to see my face, she asks with a smile, “You cleaned for me? That’s so sweet.” And it earns me a kiss. “And definitely wasn’t to make anyone jealous.”

“Have you heard from him since the other night?” I can’t help but ask.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Elle rolls her eyes and lays her head back down on my chest. “Why do you think?”

“I meant why haven’t you blocked him and be done with him?”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammers. “Seeing him miserable, or at least pretending to be miserable, makes me kind of happy.”

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