Page 24 of The Hockey Player and the Tutor
From the sounds of her increased moans and the squeeze of her thighs against my body, I can tell she’s getting close. Brin lodges her fingers into my hair, pulling and yanking every time I hit the right spot.
I continue to pump my finger inside, adding another until I drag them out coated in her wetness. I latch my mouth over her clit and suck it hard as she grinds her pelvis against my face.
And then she comes on a scream, squirming and thrashing underneath me while I hold her down with a hand across her middle.
“Oh, God, yes! There. There.There.” She punctuates this with enough pressure at the top of my head to practically dent my skull.
But I love it. And I love that I’m making her orgasm this spectacularly.
When Brin finally relaxes, she lets out a sigh of appreciation and wears a sweet, lethargic grin across her mouth. She drops her hands to her sides with athumpand I take a moment to wipe the back of my hand over my mouth. But I leave my smile in place as I scoot back up the bed to lie on my side next to her. Brin’s head lolls toward me and her eyes meet mine.
“That was so much better than studying.”
I couldn’t agree more.
ChapterEleven
Brinly
When we initially began our make-out sesh, I had my hard limits in place. No sex, no penetration; just oral. That was what I was comfortable doing tonight.
But now that Preston has given me a high like I’ve never felt before and done it with such concern for my needs and comfort level, I know I’m ready to do more. I want to feel more than his fingers and tongue inside. I wanthiminside me.
My eyes scan his face as he lies next to me on his bed, his pillows smashed up against the headboard and the covers messy and unmade. Preston is so handsome. Strong and muscular, with the broadest shoulders I’ve ever seen. The tops of his shoulders are rippled with dips and valleys, and I strum over one with my finger.
“Preston,” I whisper, because that’s all I’m capable of after the climax I just experienced.
“Yeah, Brin?”
“I’m ready.”
I see a shadow of confusion flash in his eyes, his brows furrowing as he rolls over and props himself up on an elbow to stare at me.
“Ready for what?” he asks, plucking a strand of hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear.
“For you. Inside me.”
He groans loudly, flipping onto his back and lifting his arm to cover his eyes.
“Christ almighty, Brinly. Don’t say that to me now because I don’t have the willpower to say no.”
My laughter is soft and airy, and I lay my hand over his chest, trailing my fingers over his pecs, wisps of light hair traversing the expanse of his bare torso and tickling me as I do. I continue my path, circling his navel like he did mine earlier, until I reach the waistband of his briefs. His thick erection jerks against my hand as I flatten my palm over the bulge.
He's big and girthy, and I wonder how much pain it will cause when he opens me up and slides inside my entrance.
My laughter quiets as the prospect of pain douses some of my excitement. Preston places his hand over mine.
“Seriously, Brin. I think you should wait. Put some more thought into this.”
Wow. Is he trying to talk me out of sleeping with him? Denying me what I want out of some sort of chivalry? Well, I’m not having any of that.
I wiggle out of my panties and fling them to the floor. “I’ve waited long enough. I’m ready now.”
I sit up and move to kneel over him so I’m straddling his lap, sitting precisely on top of his erection so he can feel the heat of my core.
He closes his eyes on a groan. “You’re killing me, Brin.”
I give a tentative nudge of my hips and grind my aching center against his thick erection to gain his attention.
