Page 51 of Broken Hearts
A strangled sound gets trapped in my throat. She slides off me and undoes my jeans. Her fingers move down under my boxers and brush against the head of my cock.
I’m going to last all of a nanosecond. She wets her lips like she might be considering using that luscious mouth on my cock. The thought alone is too much. I encourage her to use her hand by pumping up into her.
A pleased smile touches her lips, and she wraps her hand around the base of my dick. I lean over and capture her mouth while she jerks me.
Hand jobs… not something I usually fantasize about. No offense to the women of the world offering them up, but if I want a handie, I can do it myself. Obviously, I won’t turn one down. I’m not an idiot. But no one does it better than me. I’ve got years of on-the-job experience.
Or so I thought. Sienna’s got a tight hold on my cock and rubs against me all while letting me mouth fuck her, and holy shit, it’s a full-body handie and I relinquish my hard-earned participation trophy to her as fireworks go off behind my eyelids and I shoot all over my stomach.
I stare up at my ceiling, chest heaving. “I’m not usually that quick on the draw.”
“Mhmmm. That’s what they all say.”
I sit up and run a hand through my hair. “Give me five and I’ll prove it.”
She grins at me. Perfect pink lips that curve up split to show her teeth. “Oh no. You told me you needed to study, and it’s getting late.”
I groan. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
She bounds off my bed to get her backpack. Her ass mocks me in those tight leggings. I clean myself up and then join her. With all the traveling for hockey, school has been a struggle this semester. And it’s not going to get easier.
Seems pointless when I already have a job.
“Want me to quiz you or something?” she offers when I flip open my textbook.
“Maybe. What’s in it for me?”
“A good grade.”
“Eh.” I run my hand along the delicate line of her neck. “How about every question I get right, you remove an article of clothing?”
Her pulse thrums under my touch, and she nods. “Okay.”
Seems a lot less pointless now.
* * *
The next morningI wake up with an angel wrapped around me and the bells from Hell trying to pull me from sleep.
Sienna nudges me. “Your alarm is going off.”
I tighten my grip around her. “I know. Shh… five more minutes.”
Laughing, she tries to pull away, but I’ve got a death grip on her. Last night was amazing and I don’t want it to end. The basketball shorts I’m wearing are doing little to conceal that.
“How much time do we have?” She presses her tits into my chest. She really likes rubbing up on my chest and I am into it.
“Not enough, sadly.”
I can already hear the guys out in the living room waking and moving around. We have a light skate this morning and Sienna has practice. We both have to get going.
Reluctantly, I reach over to grab my phone and silence the alarm.
We’re in a post-awesome-night-together haze until the screen comes to life showing I’ve missed thirteen calls from Carrie. Thirteen?! What the fuck?
Sienna is silent, but she buries her head in my chest and I know she’s seen it.
“Everything okay?” she asks tentatively.
