Page 91 of Pucked Up Plans
I pick my head up and stare at her. “I play hockey, not baseball.”
She shrugs. “I don’t know any hockey analogies appropriate in this scenario.”
I wrack my brain, coming up empty. “I see what you mean.” My alarm blares from my pocket. I silence it quickly. “Oh, shit. Gotta run.” Grabbing the vase with two hands, I tell Jenny, “Thank you. See you next week?”
“She’s a lucky one. Keep reminding yourself. Have fun tonight.”
The door propped open with one foot, I turn back to her with a little shimmy in place. “Planning on it.” I can’t be certain, but Ithink she rolls her eyes at me. Do I care? Nope. I’m on my way to my night with Tate. Not much can bring me down.
It’s a short ten-minute drive to Tate’s condo. Pulling into a Visitor’s spot, I notice an older woman holding onto an excited Aubrey’s hand. As much as I want to spend every minute with Tate, it would be a little awkward to meet her aunt like this—with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder practically shouting, “I’m here to defile your niece.” I wait with very little patience until the car backs out. The taillights a distant memory, I’m out of my car and up the stairs in a flash.
The doorbell rings, my body humming with adrenaline. At this rate, I hope I don’t blow early. How much would that suck? I finally get to have sex with Tate, and I can’t hold it together.
I try some calming breaths while I wait for the door to open, but once Tate stands on the opposite side, all rational thinking goes out the window.
My eyes rake up and down her body, cataloging every inch of her. The way she’s got her hair pulled tightly on her head, twisted into some kind of topknot. Her face practically glowing. The neck of the oversized T-shirt slid down her arm, revealing one bare shoulder. The leggings. Her bare feet, toes painted a bright pink.
“Wow.” I thought I knew what I was getting into, but seeing her, knowing what tonight is, it’s overwhelming.
“You’re here,” she breathes, a sigh of relief loud enough to wake the dead tearing from her lips. Lips I haven’t kissed properly in weeks.
Letting the bag drop to the floor, I carefully set the flowers on the side table. Without me having to ask, she jumps into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her legs around my waist, my arms holding under her ass.
“You should kiss me,” I rasp, my voice scratchy from a parched throat.
She brings her mouth closer to mine, her tongue darting out before our lips meet. There’s a brief hesitation when they’re an inch apart. Not able to stand it any longer, I erase the gap, swallowing her gasp of surprise when they touch.
Fireworks explode with the first touch. My lips on hers feel like they’re home. It’s been a long time away, but with the contact, everything rights itself.
Tate tries to control the kiss, but my tongue pushes hers back. With her, I crave the domination, the need to power the kiss. It’s all I can do to concentrate on the way her lips feel against mine. Feel how soft her tongue is as they tangle. Taste the sweet sugar.
“You ate pie without me?” I speak against her lips, pausing my assault.
“It was one bite. A tease. For you.”
I rear my head back, the loss immediately felt everywhere, most notably not from my lips kissing her, but my cock. He’s getting hard and angry, waiting for his turn.
“Don’t tease me. It’s not nice.”
The corner of her mouth quirks up, the slowest, sinister grin forming on her lips. “I had to get myself off this morning at the thought of tonight.” Her confession grounds me. “I tried to wait, but…” She trails off, not able to finish her sentence with anything more than a wobble of her head.
Her admission turns me on even more. Desperate for the sexy portion of the day, I rush for her bedroom.
“That’s so hot, Tate,” I whisper gravelly in her ear, nibbling her earlobe. “Since you’re ahead in the orgasm count, it’s only fair to start with a blow job lesson. Then we’ll be even.”
Her face contorts, my declaration gaping her jaw.
“Um, like right now? First?” Her nervousness is adorable. And even if she sucks at it—no pun intended—it won’t matter.I’m hard as a rock, and the second her lips touch my dick, I could blow.
I let her go on the bed gently. As she lies down, I crawl on top of her, caging her body under mine. I shove my hard dick into her thigh for sympathy.
“Right. Now. Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
“Me?” she squeaks.
“All you, babe.” I want her to know how she makes me feel. Not the thought of sex or a blow job, but the thought of sex and a blow job withher.
Pushing to my feet, I slide my pants and boxers down my legs, kicking them to the side. My hoodie and shirt come next. Tate’s eyes widen with every article of clothing I remove. When I’m completely naked for her viewing, her eyes flutter shut. My vision trained on her chest, her breath hitches.
