Page 52 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

A rumbling groan vibrates against my back. “I love the way you ask me for more. You’re so wet on my cock. Hot and perfectly tight around me, making me never want to leave. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? If I buried myself deep inside your wet pussy and never left.”

“Yes,” I cry out at the thought of always being filled by him. I know it isn’t possible, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting it. When his hips slap harder against my ass, and his balls tap the underside of my clit, my cries get louder.

I can’t stay quiet even if I try, so I turn my head and press my lips against my shoulder, trying to muffle the sound.

“Just like that, Aurora. Your beautiful plush ass is amazing, bouncing on my cock.”

My chin is gripped tightly, as is my hip. A harsh thrust from behind has me clenching, and I grab the wrist near my waist as another deep thrust has me wailing into the air.

A breathy mewl squeals out of me as I try to control my panting between pumps.

“Damn, You sound so pretty, baby. I want to hear everything you have to say.”

“Fuck…Aiden, don’t move—I’m going to com—“

“Shh, shh, shh, kitten.” His thumb presses against my lips, and I part them, granting it entry. It presses against my tongue, and I close my mouth around it, sucking harshly.

“I love it when you tell me how you like it,” his words falling heatedly over the shell of my ear.

His breath is harsh against my skin, and I shiver when I realize he’s just as gone on pleasure as I am.

“Those moans are mine, so be a good girl and let me hear them, princess. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

My world erupts into a sea of white, and I dig my nails into the headboard as every muscle in my body tenses. I vaguely feel Aiden pressing his face into my neck and grunting. When the world comes back into focus, I’m slumped back against Aiden as my breath comes in and out, stops and starts.

“Jesus,” Aiden says as he pets a hand over my heated cheeks. “You are too damn sexy for me to resist.”

I smile at his words, letting my body settle further into his. His softening cock shifts inside of me, and I giggle when he shudders. “God, that was so good,” I admit, not caring to play it cool. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll get dressed and—“

“You’re staying with me tonight.”

I turn my head slightly, trying to look him in the eyes. “What if Jax comes home?”

Aiden brushes his lips over my cheek. “He won’t be.” His eyelashes brush against me as he nuzzles my skin. It’s a surprising move, considering how rough we just were, but I find myself melting all the same. “Stay.”

With a nod, I give in.

Chapter twenty-three

Aiden

Istep onto theice, the cold air biting at my cheeks as I tighten my grip on the hockey stick. The rink’s alive with the sounds of skates slicing across ice and pucks ricocheting off boards.

It’s a tough ass practice day, the kind where we all know we gotta bring our A-game or face Coach’s wrath…he ain’t letting up. I totally get it, because our next game’s coming soon, and we wanna keep our streak going.

Our record so far’s granted us some extra exposure, something we desperately needed to fill more seats. Its one thing making it as a new team but trying to crawl up from the bottom in this oven is a whole other challenge, I mean, hockey in hot-ass Florida, who’d‘ve thunk it.

Don’t get me wrong, I like me some beach days, but this humidity turns this ice to slush quicker than I can finish a breakaway. Coach barks out drills, his voice cutting through the rink’s noise. It’s like trying to skate on a melted popsicle out here, but I just keep my head down and grind.

I shift my focus, pushing everything but the game from my mind. Skating hard has me huffing out breaths, but I push harder, weaving through teammates in the patterns we practice. Each movement’s got to be precise and calculated. I can’t crack now, not when I know I’m being watched closely. Jax told me Coach is considering captains for next season. Originally, my goal was just to keep my position and not get dropped to the lower leagues, but now I’ve got something concrete to strive for. I want that ‘C’ on my uniform, if only to shove it in my old man’s face.

My focus snaps to attention when the puck slaps onto my stick. I deftly maneuver around a defenseman, my stick handling smooth and controlled. Agility and speed’s the name of the game right now, and I make the puck dance at the end of my stick as I seek an opening. When it comes, I gear up, setting up the shot and slapping the puck. Time seems to slow down as I watch it careen towards the net. When the sweet sound of it hitting fabric comes, I shout out in triumph, a sound echoed by my teammates. I turn, welcoming high fives and helmet slaps. Behind me, I see Jax nod in acknowledgment.

This shit feels good.

It ain’t just that I’m winning, it’s that I’m doing my best and that effort’s being acknowledged. I push off, not letting myself get too cocky. We still got at least an hour left, and I ain’t trying tofuck up all the progress I’ve made. It’s grueling, and by the time Coach blows the whistle ending practice, I can feel the bumps and bruises under my pads. Our gameplay’s getting even better as we learn to work together, and I’m once again grateful that Jax’s been fucking looking out for me.

By the time I skate over to the bench, I’m damn near breathless but so fucking exhilarated. I know I’ve been impressive today. I don’t need anyone to fucking tell me that. A slap on the back makes me wince, but I smile when I turn to see Caleb.

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