Page 116 of Forecheck
“And I repeat,” she said, rising onto tippy toes to whisper in my ear. “You. Home. Naked.”
“My three favorite words,” I said with a wicked grin, grabbing her hand and pulling her from the loft. So many people milled about that no one would miss us, and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted right now more than to be skin on skin with my girl.
I hadn’t felt this crazed and wild since the day the trade rumors broke.
Lucky for me, Berkley loved me untethered.
When we pushed inside my apartment not ten minutes later and slammed the door behind us, I backed Berkley into it, my mouth pressing into every inch of smooth, exposed skin I couldreach. I lingered at the base of her throat, the spot where the scent of her perfume was strongest, licking the ends of her collarbones.
“You make me fucking insane,” I told her as I hooked my hands behind her thighs and lifted her off her feet. She wound those sexy legs around my waist, and her hands dug into my hair, tugging on fistfuls until I looked at her. “Will this ever stop?”
“I hope not,” she said as she sealed her lips over mine.
I walked us back into my room, our mouths connected, tongues dancing together. I set Berkley on her feet only long enough for us to strip out of our clothes with record speed.
And then we were atop the mattress, Berkley’s thighs widening to welcome my hips between them. I fisted myself, my head slipping through Berkley’s wetness.
“We can play later,” I told her as I drove home.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her back arching slightly, hips shifting to take me all the way. Her skin was already flushed, and I hadn’t even moved yet. “I’ll never get over how good you feel inside me.”
“You like my cock, Berk?”
“Love it.”
I started to move then, quick pulses of my hips designed to push Berkley right to the edge and over as quickly as possible. “You like when I fuck you like this? When my control snaps and I take you hard and fast?”
The way she dug her nails into my shoulders—hard enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if she pierced the skin—said enough. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, mouth open on a moan; fuck, the sight of her like this made me feel more powerful than anything. I was a superstar on the ice, yes, but being the reason this girl came apart the way she did? Knowing I was theonly one that could do this for her, the only one who got to see her like this? It appealed to my baser instincts as a man.
“I love you like this,” I said, my words exhaled on choppy breaths. “Spread out below me, skin flushed that pretty pink color I love so much. I even love those nails digging into my back. You could draw blood and I’d thank you for it. I’ll fucking worship you like this every day if you let me.”
Berkley moaned my name, and I grinned.
Sitting back on my heels, I pulled her up with me, settling her over my lap.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she whispered into the crook of my neck. “So good. So deep like this. Please, baby.”
Her half-sentences and whispered pleas meant she was close, so I cupped her ass, holding her close as I said, “Take what you need.”
Berkley began to move in earnest, riding me like her life depended on it, using her hands on my shoulders to leverage herself up and down. The way her tits bobbed in my face was distracting enough that I cupped them together and buried my face between them, laving her skin with my tongue. I latched onto a nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth, scraping my teeth over the tight, sensitive peak. Berkley’s cry of pleasure heated my blood as I gave the other the same treatment.
Then I pulled away and watched in awe and fascination as she used my body to chase her own release. In this moment, bouncing up and down on my cock like it was her fucking job? Her pretty pussy stretched around me and that perfect little clit rubbing against my happy trail? Fucking drenched, making a mess of a us both? Berkley was every man’s wet dream and fantasy girl come to life.
And she was all mine.
Damn, it was good to be me.
My release gathered at the base of my spine, my balls tightening in anticipation.
“Hand.”
Pressing my thumb to her clit, I circled it once, twice. That was all it took before Berkley shattered. She came with a cry, throwing her head back as her orgasm rocked her, pussy clamping around my cock so tightly there was nothing I could do to stop my own release from tearing me apart. While she shook in my arms, riding out the aftershocks, I lazily pumped into her, working us through it as I spilled and spilled inside her. My face fell to the crook of her neck as I attempted to control my breathing.
Who needed cardio when I got to fuck this girl every day?
When at last we stilled, we pulled apart and I slipped free from her body. I got up to get a cloth and came back, gently cleaning her up. Then we curled together, and I pressed a kiss to the top of her head; she hummed happily.
“For the record,” she said, voice hoarse as she drifted off to sleep. “I love when you fuck me, yes. But I love when we make love, too. I love you in all ways.”
