Page 32 of Hockey Halloween
Outline his V.
Trace the happy trail.
He grabs my wrist before it makes it under the waistband.
“My patience is running thin, Delia.”
I love how he says my name in his New England accent. It’s enough for wetness to pool between my thighs.
“This experiment is already failing for all the steps you’re skipping.”
He slips a finger between my thighs, running it along the seam. “I’d say it’s a success.” He pulls it out of me, running it along his lips before sucking it into his mouth, savoring the taste. “Damn, knew you’d be sweet. On the bed.”
I’m too stunned to move. Whether it’s his issued demand or the sexy as fuck way he sucked his finger, I’m not certain. I’m not certain of anything in this moment. Except for snapping out of the trance and following his order.
The comforter’s down, revealing flannel sheets. I climb onto the bed, not sure if there’s a certain place he wants me.
He stands at the end of the bed, watching my every move. “I can’t decide what I want to do first—kiss your pussy or feed it my cock.” A moan tumbles out of me. At this rate, he won’t have to do anything but continue talking. The sultry voice combined with his words is a lethal combination. It should be illegal. “How easily can you have two orgasms?”
“Uh.” I swallow back the nerves attempting to overtake me. “I don’t know?”
His face is a mask of stoicism and gives nothing away. Is that a bad sign?
“Are you willing to find out? To test a hypothesis?”
“Long as you’re good with whatever results emerge. What’s the hypothesis we’re testing?”
He climbs onto the bed and kneels, his thighs caging mine in. “How fast I can give you two orgasms. One with my tongue, the other with my cock.”
“You’re going with the assumption it’s possible and testing the speed of delivery?” Is that even a coherent sentence? My brain might be malfunctioning.
“Exactly. Though timing it might take the fun out of it. We’ll guesstimate how long.” He pushes my shoulder onto his pillow, the fresh linen scent overwhelming. I’m supposed to focus on anything but the way it tantalizes my senses? Yeah, okay.
My eyes close, a feeling of relaxation washes over me, even before Xavier encourages it. Though I don’t mind listening to his raspy voice instructing me on what to do.
“Scoot down.”
“Legs spread wider.”
“Enjoy.”
My body obeys without me having to think about it. He speaks, and it knows what to do.
And when his tongue meets my most sensitive areas, my hips buck off the bed. “Xavier.” His name tumbles out on a moan.
I’m close to release. The fluttering in my belly from his kind of foreplay intensifies. I’m going to explode soon. I can’t worry how it’ll look when with barely a touch of his tongue on my pussy, I’m nearly orgasming. It’s never felt this good. Not from one touch.
Or I suppose it’s more now.
Xavier’s hand meets my abdomen under the hoodie. With light pressure, his hand moves in tandem with his tongue. And when his finger pushes inside me, I’m done for.
Stars burst behind my eyes, my hips undulate, my entire body riding out the wave of ecstasy, the feeling of satiety everywhere.
My drawn-out moan fills the quiet room as Xavier doesn’t let up on his assault. His tongue and fingers bring me to completion, my body along for the journey. I knew this would change things for me, and we’re only getting started.
Dinner tomorrow night seems so far away.
As I come down, Xavier blankets me with his body. I open myeyes, greeted with the vision of Xavier peering at me, a half-smile on his lips. “Now the real test begins. Need a breather?”
