Page 78 of Daring the Hockey Player
"I can hear him," Kyler says. Apparently, she put us all on speakerphone. "Where the hell are you? I thought you were picking Amber up and would be back by now. Is everything okay? You sound—stressed."
"I'll be there soon," I grit through clenched teeth. I glare at Amber. "Hang up the damn phone."
She ends the call, spins on her heel, and tosses it a couple of feet onto the bed. "Anything I can give you a hand with?" she asks, her gaze on my cock.
She steps forward, closing the gap between us, and drops onto her knees.
"Let me," she says, and I remove my hand as she brings her luscious, ruby lips over the head. She gently takes the crown into her mouth, her tongue dragging on the underside of my cock, teasing me.
My fingers tangle in her hair, trying not to force more down her throat, but I want to feel her entire mouth around me.
She takes me deeper, and the sensation is overwhelming. I tug at her hair, taking a fistful in my hands. "I'm going to—" I warn her, trying to push her away as I reach for the tissue.
I expect her to back away, but she doesn't. Her fingers tease my balls and holy fuck, I lean on the wall to keep from falling over as her mouth fucks me until I burst on her tongue and down her throat.
She swallows, staring up at me with fervent eyes. "Are you sure I can't convince you to stay in tonight?" she asks.
I'm panting, gasping for breath, and I pull Amber to her feet, kissing her. I walk her backward to the bed, and she scoots back, lying down, while I climb on all fours, towering over her.
My fingers dance over her thighs with a featherlight pressure as she squirms under my touch. She's ticklish, and while I don't intend to torture her with tickles, I do enjoy making her writhe beneath me.
I capture one wrist, pulling it over her head and then the other, pinning her to the mattress.
She wraps her legs around my hips, bringing my weight down on her.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she asks, smiling up at me.
I growl, loving it when she talks dirty. It's primal and makes me want to fuck her all over again, but this time not just her mouth. "Not today," I say. "But I am going to give you the best orgasm of your life."
Her cheeks redden, and I imagine there's a flush across her breasts, but I can't see it with her wearing my jersey. Which is hot as fuck. I lift the hem of her shirt up around her waist, revealing her gorgeous pussy lips. I scoot down on the mattress, dropping gentle kisses over her thighs.
I hear the sudden intake of breath, and her legs clench. I'm guessing this is new territory for her.
"Spread those perfect little legs of yours. Give me the best view of a lifetime," I say, trying to help her relax. I can't tongue fuck her successfully with her legs clamped shut.
"You don't have to—" she whispers.
"Do you not want me to?" I rest my lips over her pubic bone, nuzzling her with my chin and lips, dropping soft kisses over her mound. I spread her lips just a little, and she inhales a shaky breath and then exhales slowly. "You've never done this before," I say, trying to coax it out of her.
"Is it that obvious?" she asks with a nervous laugh and covers her face with her hands.
I don't tell her that it's kind of obvious because she's buttoned up so tight that even if she begged me to fuck her, it wouldn't be good. It would hurt, and I don't want to do that to her.
"That's why we go slow and take our time," I say. Not that I haven't had a few flings that were nothing more than a quick fuck, but that isn't what Amber is after, certainly not her first time.
"Now this feels like a sex-ed lecture," she laughs and covers her face with both hands.
I climb back up her body, reaching her wrists, pinning them together above her head. "Trust me, it's not like any sex-ed you've ever experienced," I say.
With one hand, I keep her pinned down, and with the other, I glide down between her thighs, teasing her pussy lips, tracing a soft, lazy path over her skin.
She's restless under my touch, her hips rising to my hands, wanting more. That's a good sign. Her legs part a little more for me. "How about we go slow, just fingers?" I suggest, sensing that she's not comfortable with oral yet, even though she just went down and gave me the most amazing blowie of my life.
I chalk it up to nervousness. "You're gorgeous," I say, releasing my grip on her wrist and tugging the jersey up and over her head, wanting to see every inch of her naked, to admire her beauty.
"You're just saying that," Amber says and scrunches her nose. "I'm not an athlete." She pokes me in the chest and helps me remove my shirt, leaving me naked above her.
"I wish you saw yourself the way that I see you. You're perfect."
