Page 90 of Interference
I shake my head. “No. I’m crazy for you. I think you need an oxytocin release. What do you think?”
I slide my hands up her thighs under her dress, making her breath catch.
“Oxytocin is good,” she mumbles, spreading her legs for me.
“Good girl. Lie back and enjoy the ride,” I tell her, kissing a path up to between her legs.
She does as I ask, making me smile. I love when Emery fights me, but I love even more when she gives in to her desires.
Pulling her underwear down her legs, I toss them before I move back to her center, licking her from her entrance up to the top of her pussy. She wiggles underneath me, but I hum against her.
“Patience.”
She lets out a little moan but relaxes her body. I take that as the cue to start my ministrations. I start off slow, savoring her taste on my tongue. As if it’s the beginning of something special, and I don’t want to rush it.
As her body responds to me, I ramp up the pace, licking and sucking until she is on the edge. That’s when I go for the kill shot. I slide three fingers up inside of her and thrust hard as I curl them. At the same time, I use my tongue to press down on her clit until her legs are shaking as they clamp around my head. Her pussy clenches, and she screams out my name.
I smile against her, knowing my friends likely heard, but not giving an actual fuck.
When I climb up from between her legs, dropping a kiss on her lips, she smiles at me.
“Better?” I ask.
She nods, her face blissed out. Then she pushes back on my chest. I get up and help her stand, figuring she needs to clean up or something, but she shocks me when she pushes me back onto the bed.
“Baby, this wasn’t about me,” I tell her as she undoes my pants and pulls them and my boxers down.
She smirks at me. “Oh no. This has nothing to do with you. You’re my plaything now.”
Then she attempts to climb up on the bed to straddle me. I grab her before she can fall, helping her settle over me as she looks slightly embarrassed.
“The bump has my balance off,” she offers.
“As it should. Come on now. I thought I was your boy toy. Use me.”
The confidence she lost comes back within seconds as she rises above me, positioning my already hard cock at her entrance. When she slides down on me, she moans out.
“It feels so good. So full,” she mumbles as her hands meet my chest.
I don’t say a word, scared to take her out of whatever fantasy she is playing in her head. When her eyes open and meet mine, I can see the lust there.
Slowly, she begins to grind down onto me. At first, I can tell she is in control, but as she begins to chase her pleasure, her movements become more erratic. I grip her hips to steady her as I start to thrust up inside of her. She lets me take control as I fuck up into her, loving the way her bare pussy feels against my dick.
When she finally comes, she takes me over the edge with her, filling her full of my cum. She doesn’t bother to get off of me. She collapses to the side, my cock still inside of her as she falls asleep.
I know I’m going to be sore later, but I don’t dare move. I stay inside of her as I hold her for as long as she wants.
I’ll always give her what she needs.
twenty-three
Sitting in the stands, I stare down at the ice. Brett and his teammates move around, doing drills that I don’t know. It’s kind of crazy how much I don’t know about hockey despite spending thousands of hours at rinks. Then again, with the way I obsessed over figure skating, it’s not surprising that I blocked everything else out.
I can’t help but laugh when one of the guys sprays ice all over the coach.
God, I miss skating. It won’t be soon enough before I can get back out there.
I could always see if Brett would skate with me again…
