Page 52 of The Hockey Contract

A jolt of heat surged through me. “Yeah,” I groaned, closing my eyes for a second, the sensation almost too intense to bear. “God, Sienna, yeah. Tell me more.”

“And in the shower,” she continued, her voice gaining a seductive edge, “when the water is nice and warm, I fantasize you pushing me against the tiles…”

My fingers tightened even more around my cock, rubbing through the denim, the friction building, delicious torture. I could almost smell the scent of her shampoo, feel the slippery smoothness of her wet skin beneath my hands.

“And you suck my dick,” I finished for her, the words tumbling out, raw and desperate. My hand moved again, a firmer stroke now, my thumb pressing harder, tracing the length of my shaft. “Is that it, Sienna? Imagine how good it must feel.”

A gasp escaped her lips, and I saw her shoulders tremble slightly on the screen. “Oh God, Jax,” she whispered, her voice laced with a desperate need that mirrored my own. “Fuck, yes.”

“Tell me,” I repeated, my voice rougher still, almost a growl now. “Tell me what you’re doing. Show me.”

And she did. Slowly, deliberately, Sienna shifted the sheet again, just a fraction, enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the curve of her inner thigh, pale and smooth, before her hand emerged from beneath the covers. Her fingers, delicate and long, moved slowly up her thigh, teasing, tracing a path towards the hidden heat between her legs.

My breath caught in my throat, watching her. My own hand moved faster now, responding to the visual feast before me, stroking firmly, rhythmically. I closed my eyes again, the image of her hand on her own body searing itself onto the back of my eyelids.

“I’m touching myself, Jax,” she breathed. “Just like you.” Her fingers dipped lower, disappearing for a moment, and I knew, I could feel it in my own body, exactly what she was doing. The delicate pressure, the slow, circular motions against her clit, the rising tide of pleasure building within her.

“Tell me what you feel,” I demanded. My stroking intensified, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“It feels amazing,” she gasped, “Like you’re here. Your hands, your mouth…”

Her fingers moved faster now, her breathing growing shallower, quicker. A low moan escaped her lips. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and it pushed me closer to the brink.

My own hand worked furiously now, pumping against my dick, the friction almost unbearable, exquisite torture. I could hear Sienna moaning louder now, her words dissolving into breathy gasps and whimpers.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my vision blurring at the edges. “Sienna, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it, Jax,” she urged. “Do it for me.” Her own moans escalated, punctuated by sharper intakes of breath, her body moving subtly beneath the sheets, her hips arching slightly.

And then, it hit me, the wave crashing over me in a blinding rush of sensation. I groaned aloud, and cum exploded from me, hot and thick, spurting against my fingers, my hand clenched tight around my aching cock. Pleasure shuddered through me in violent waves, convulsing my body.

It took me a few moments, the lingering aftershocks still rippling through me, before I could open my eyes again, my body trembling, slick with sweat and spent pleasure. I looked back at the screen.

Sienna was still there, her face flushed, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She was breathing heavily, small pants escaping her lips. But then, a soft moan escaped her again, followed by a small, involuntary arch of her back beneath the sheets. Her legs shifted slightly, and I knew, instinctively, that she was coming too, the delayed aftershocks of her own orgasm catching up to her.

Another shudder ran through her, stronger this time, and she let out a soft cry. Her hand remained beneath the sheet for a few moments longer, her body still trembling. Finally, slowly, she stilled, her breathing gradually returning to normal.

She opened her eyes then, meeting mine through the screen, her gaze heavy-lidded, sensual. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face. “Wow,” she whispered, her voice still husky, a hint of laughter in it. “You were quick, Jax.”

I grinned back, feeling a surge of possessive pride at her words, even through my exhaustion. “Only for you,” I managed, my voice still rough around the edges. “Though, I gotta say, you were giving me some serious motivation there.”

She chuckled. “Is that your way of saying I’m good at this?”

“Good?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Sienna, you were incredible. Jesus. I might need a minute, or ten.” I leaned back against the headboard of the sterile hotel bed, still throbbing pleasantly between my legs, the lingering scent of my cum filling the bland room.

Sienna’s smile widened, becoming almost mischievous. “Round two, maybe?” she teased, her eyes sparkling. “If I keep lying here naked?”

My cock twitched, responding instantly to the suggestion. “Don’t tempt me,” I growled. The thought of her still naked on that bed, waiting… It was enough to reignite the embers of desire.

“Though,” I added, leaning closer to the screen. “Nothing beats the real thing, Sienna. You know that.”

She leaned in too, her smile becoming positively predatory. “Oh, I know,” she purred. “And you better believe, the second you get back here, you’re going to get a taste of the real thing. A long, hard taste.”

Before I could fully grasp the promise shimmering in her eyes, she blinked, her expression shifting, becoming softer again.

“Goodnight, Jax,” she said softly, her voice losing its teasing edge.

And then, with a flick of her finger, the screen went black.

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