Page 159 of Slap Shot

“Are you going to come, Madeline? You’ve been teasing me for the last hour.” She clenches around me, almost losing her footing, and I hum. “You are, aren’t you?”

I pluck her apart piece by piece until she’s grinding against my face, chanting my name like I’m some merciful god, and begging for release.

“I’m almost there. That’s perfect, Hudson,” she whispers, and it’s nearly impossible not to come from her praise. “Please.”

Almostisn’t the word I’m looking for, so I curl my fingers, and that’s all it takes for her to fall apart.

I hold her steady as I ease her down, letting her ride the wave until her panting turns to gentle sighs and a satisfied smile.

With one last kiss to her knee, I gently put her foot on the ground, glancing up at her. Her eyes flutter open, and when I stand, I hold out my fingers.

“Suck,” I say, watching her eyes dance with glee. Her tongue sneaks out, and she tips her head to the side so she can take my fingers in her mouth. I imagine it’s my cock instead of fingers between her lips, and I have to pull my hand away. I lift her off the ground in one swoop and put her over my shoulder, smiling when her exhausted laugh echoes down the hall.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks.

“Where do you think?” I reach up and run my hand along the curve of her ass. I kick the door to my room open with my foot. “You said you wanted to suck my cock.” I drop her on my bed and shove my shorts and briefs off my legs. I step out of them and leave my shirt on, one hand around my shaft. “Open up, Madeline.”

FORTY-SIX

MADELINE

There are somany things I like about Hudson, but one of my favorite things is when he turns commanding and desperate, raw and achingly hot. A touch unhinged and possessive over me.

He holds his cock in front of me, and I lick my lips. I can’t believe we haven’t done this yet, and that’s a testament to Hudson’s patience. An ode to him letting me be the one to control the physical parts of our relationship.

That makes me want him even more.

I take him in my hands and drag my thumb down his length, eager for him.

I can’t get over howbighe is, but it never feels overwhelming.

It feels like we’re the perfect fit.

“Do you like this?” I run my tongue over the tip of his shaft. I lick up the pre-cum I find and tilt my head so I can have a better angle. “Or is it not your jam?”

“I-I’ve always liked it.” Hudson swallows, and it’s like he’s embarrassed to admit it. He bites his sweat-soaked shirt and separates his feet so his stance is wide. “I always feel like an ass asking for it, though. I can’t imagine it’s very fun for you.”

“I think it’s fun.” I hollow out my cheeks and suck on him, getting him halfway in my mouth. “It makes me think I’m incontrol. Because when I do this—” I cup his balls with one hand and grip the base of his cock with another, twisting it, and he groans. “I know you’ll do anything I ask.”

“Fuck. Yes. I will.” He bobs his head. “Can you try to take me again? So we can see how deep I can get?”

I adjust my position on the bed, and he stands between my legs. I stifle a groan when he strokes his fingers down my jaw. I melt under his touch when he moves his hand to my neck and tips my head back.

I thought I was supposed to be the one in control, but here I am, close to begging him.

“Go slow,” I tell him. He smiles and drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “Six years, remember?”

“I remember.” He strokes my hair, carefully bringing my head to his length. “I’ll be gentle, and I’ll stop before you gag.”

“What if I want to gag? What if I want it to be messy?”

“Then make a mess of me, Maddie,” he says with a low voice from the depths of his chest. “Please.”

He rests the head of his cock on my tongue. I lick the tip, tasting his saltiness. I hum when he steps closer to me, and soon half his shaft disappears in my mouth.

I put a hand on his thigh. My fingers dance across his skin until I reach his balls again. When I fondle them, learning their heaviness and weight, he thrusts forward until my mouth is at the root of his cock.

Tears spring to my eyes, but I fight through them.

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