Page 25 of Pucking Fate

“Yes.”

The word barely leaves my lips before he carries me over to lay me down on the edge of the bed. Only my head and back are on the mattress. I realize why a second later when Christian tugs my shorts and panties down then throws my bare legs over his shoulders putting his face at eye-level with that sensitive part of me.

He swipes a finger down my slit making me squirm. “You’re going to need a pillow to scream into.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I tell him.

“If you say so,” he replies with a knowing grin before leaning forward to drag his wet tongue along the same path as his finger.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim as my back arches off the mattress.

“Told you so,” Christian says, his warm breath ghosting over my core. He places his big palm on my pelvis to press it down, then starts to lick me so good and fast that I cry out in pleasure. I try to wiggle free, either to get closer or to get away from his tongue, but it’s no use with his strong grip holding my hips down.

And after about five seconds, I stop fighting the exquisite sensation. Shoving my fist into my mouth to keep quiet, my hips lift toward Christian’s mouth demanding more. His chuckle vibrates over my flesh, making me shiver before the tip of his tongue flicks over the perfect spot.

I’m not sure how it happens but my fingers end up tangled in Christian’s hair urging his tongue to go even deeper.

Both hands would’ve been pushing his head down if I didn’t need one in my mouth to muffle my whimpers and moans.

Sound still slips free, getting louder the higher Christian takes me until my toes curl and I finally reach the point ofOhmygodyesyesyes!

Good god. Why didn’t I let him do this years ago on a daily basis when we were dating?

All I know is that I’ll never turn down an offer for oral again. I’ve never been so wet, so…throbbing and empty.

I’m about to beg Christian to take my damn virginity already when I hear his masculine grunt. Glancing down between my legs, I find him sitting back on his heels, his head thrown back, eyes closed, and teeth clenched tight. The muscles in his biceps strain from the rigorous work he’s doing to himself. I lean up on my elbows for a better look of his fist stroking his long hard shaft he at some point freed from his pants, aroused by what he was doing to me with his tongue. When he comes, his release runs over his knuckles. Jesus. The only thing that could make this moment hotter would be if he lost his shirt and the rest of his clothes.

I decide then and there that I hate my stupid ‘keep our clothes on’ rule as I lay my head back on the mattress.

After giving myself another few seconds to recover, I slide off the bed, scooping up my bottoms and panties on the way to quickly clean up in the bathroom. Once I’m done, I bring awashcloth back to Christian, who is still kneeling on the floor, panting heavily.

“Thanks,” he says as he accepts the cloth. His tongue darts out to lick his lips while eyeing my shorts that are back in place. “For the towel and the taste. Guess we’re not playing a second or third period after this little intermission?”

“One period was more than enough for tonight,” I tell him with a smile as I take a seat on the edge of the bed.

I watch as he cleans himself up, gets to his feet, and fixes up his pants. “Until tomorrow night?”

Nodding, I wet my own lips and tell him, “Tomorrow night, it’s my turn for a taste.”

“Oh fuck,” Christian groans as he throws his head back. “How am I supposed to leave or get any sleep tonight when I’ll be counting down the seconds?”

“You’ll survive,” I assure him. “I’ll walk you out.” I stand up and head for the bedroom door. If he stays any longer, I have a feeling that things won’t end with me going down on him.

At the front door, I unlock it and hold it open for Christian, who wraps an arm around my waist and kisses me goodbye. He kisses me with the enthusiasm of how much he’s looking forward to tomorrow in every stroke of his tongue against mine. Even though I can taste myself on his lips and tongue, I’m not embarrassed. How could I be when it’s one of the hottest kisses of my life? All of my kisses have come from Christian, and they’ve all been scorchers.

Finally, he pulls back and places a last soft last kiss on my cheek. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you then,” I agree breathlessly before he grins and swaggers off to his car, knowing I won’t get much sleep tonight either now.

11

Christian

My phone rings as I drive back to the hotel, and I stupidly think it might be Maya calling me to come back to the house and stay the night, even though I know that’s a long shot.

I pull into a gas station on the side of the road and finally look at my phone. A missed call from Luke appears on the screen, one of my Bobcats teammates and closest friends off the ice.

“Yo, where the hell have you been all week?” he says when he answers my return call. “I haven’t seen you working out and I’ve been texting you all afternoon without a response.”

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