Page 95 of Penalty Box
He’d been rubbing my feet, the two of us sprawled on my couch. Now he paused to look at me.
“What are you talking about? Foot rubs are all about you,” he said with a smirk.
“No, I mean staying in on a Friday night.” I watched the realization slowly drift onto his face. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m stopping you from fully experiencing your stardom, or whatever.”
“You think I’m a star?” Mason chuckled.
I took advantage of my precarious foot placement, and nudged him with my toes. “I’m being serious.”
“It’s not like that,” he said, laughter dissolving. “This cup run is everything. I want to keep my focus on what’s important—my game, and you. Not on going out and partying.”
His answer couldn’t have been better if it were scripted.
Game 5 pulled numbers like I’d never seen. Mr. Calder and Hallie came to watch it too, refusing to settle for another long distance celebration.
“Ihopeit’s a celebration we came here for,” Hallie muttered under her breath.
I hoped so too, especially after the early goal from Seattle that quieted the arena. Thankfully, Grayson answered with a wraparound that got everyone on their feet again. By the end of the second, we were tied two-all.
I stood the whole third.
Mason didn’t try to be the hero. He didn’t take wild shots or chase down breakaways for glory. Instead, he passed clean and blocked hard when it counted.
Hallie’s bundle of nerves fed my own, and we exploded with everyone else when Grayson scored the go-ahead with five minutes left. My hands flew to my mouth as I screamed, the sound tearing out of me without permission. Down below, the team lost their helmets and gloves, with even the bench flooding the ice.
4–2 to the Surge. We were going to the Stanley Cup Finals.
Back at his place, we barely made it into the hallway before Mason had me backed against the wall. Only the kitchen light was on, but even so, when our eyes met, it was clear we felt the same way. His mouth crashed into mine with something alittle hotter than desperation, fingers getting lost in my hair and tugging at my shirt.
There was no hesitation when he pulled it over my head before bringing his mouth to mine again. The feel of his breath on my lips, my breasts under his needy palms, it was too much to bear.
“I need you inside me.”
His response was mostly physical, the hard bulge in his pants grinding into me. Getting me wet. The next few seconds passed without words as we rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes. The moan that escaped me when he pulled me into his arms was one of feverish arousal but also relief at having him this close again.
Cupping my face, his thumbs brushed just beneath my jaw as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss. It stole my breath away, tongues clashing for dominance as we gave in to the wild, aching need taking us over, growing steadily, until it felt like we’d be consumed by it.
Fully hard against me now, I snaked an arm around his shoulders and pushed up on my toes to meet him at a better angle. One roll of my hips, and Mason groaned into my mouth. One of his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed, sending a rush of desire spilling out of me. The other hitched my leg up to wrap around his waist, and he slid his cock into the slick heat of my core.
I sucked in a breath when his tip made contact with my swollen clit, teasing another shaky moan from me as he moved between my folds. My body rocked against him now, brain empty as his hands explored every inch of bare skin and his tongue plunged into my mouth in a searing kiss. And the whole time, our bodies moved and flowed together, searching for release with equal urgency.
He pulled away but only to press his lips to my shoulder, collarbone, my neck… Sucking and biting, just hard enough to fan the explosive flames of my desire. They licked at my clit, making it throb, and I sank my fingernails into the tight ripple of the muscles in his back. My heartbeat was out of control, skin too sensitive under his fervent attention.
But I didn’t want him to stop.
With a slight tilt of my hips, Mason slipped inside, my breath stuttering as he filled me completely. His eyes locked on mine, dark and greedy. I could see everything he was feeling, and felt just as helpless in hiding anything from him. I wanted him to know what he was doing to me.
His head dipped to the curve of my neck where a muffled growl tore out of him. I could feel his restraint, felt him holding back even as he thrust into me over and over.
I gulped for air, pulse thrumming, and started moving my hips in a deliberate rhythm that matched his pace. His moan reverberated through me, deep and wrecked. One hand shot out to steady himself against the wall beside my head, and he used the support to rock his hips a little faster. Harder.
He looked at me, lids half-closed but I still managed to catch the blazing flicker in his eyes. I braced my hands on his chest, barely holding on to the sliver of control I had left. He was thrusting it all away, fucking me into submission. And God, he felt so good doing it. So hard and deep. Beckoning me closer and closer to coming undone.
“Look at me,” he said, voice choked with the effort he used to keep going.
I did as I was told, and Mason drove into me at the same time, burying his throbbing cock until our bodies were pressed tightly together. It left me gasping, my pussy clenching around his cockas we slipped against each other, slick with sweat. A dangerous tremble started in my thighs, and my heavy breath broke into little whimpers of desperation. I was close, and as much as I wanted this to last forever, I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t think of it. Not when his breath came hot and ragged against my parted lips, swollen from his hungry kisses. Not when the rolling of my hips had him clenching his teeth and moaning as it dragged him toward his own ruin.
“Cass—” He choked out, eyes wild with fire. Whatever restraint he had was gone, and we were falling together.
