Page 28 of The Hockey Player and the Tutor
Being with Preston has opened my eyes to a very different world. He’s given me confidence in myself and made me feel…well, desired.
My mother called the other day and asked me how things were going. When I mentioned that I now have a boyfriend—maybe I jumped the gun a bit—she grilled me about his background for half an hour. Who is he? Where does he come from? Who’s his family? What does he plan to do with his life?
Good grief, you’d think I was hooking up with a thug or a criminal by the way she reacted. And don’t get me started on how she took it when I said Preston’s a hockey player. The horror!
I’m resigned to the fact that she will never believe anyone is good enough. Not just for me to date, but for anything. Her standards are too high and no one can attain them. Not even her own daughter.
She can insult my every decision on—where I chose to go to college, what I wear, who my friends are, and what I plan to do as a career—but I will not let her put down Preston, the best guy I’ve ever met. And nothing will change the way I feel about him. He lights me up from the inside out and treats me like a queen.
Which is why I have sexy plans for him tonight.
“Brinly? What are you doing?”
I tip my head back and look up into Preston’s face, giving him a coy smirk. His eyes widen with curiosity and his brows shoot skyward. It’s rather cute.
I drop my hands to his belt and begin to unbuckle his costume pants. They are a beige pair of parachute pantaloons with a red sash that do little to hide his very large and distended package. I’d picked up the costume for him the same day I got mine, a matching set. Prince and Princess.
“You’re a smart guy.” I untie the sash and it falls to the floor. I cock my head to the side, batting my eyelashes. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
I part the flaps of the material and shove the pants down his legs, allowing my eyes and hands to peruse his strong, muscular thighs. The hair on his legs tickles my fingers as I feather them over his skin, which erupts in goosebumps as I meander upward toward his briefs.
“What if someone wants to come in?” He drags in a deep breath when I palm his erection.
The heat from his steely length and the sexy sound he makes gives me the courage to keep doing what I’ve planned. This time, I’m not going to worry about whether my actions are good enough or not. I know Preston will love it and will guide me along the way.
I slip my fingernails underneath the elastic band and excitement floods through me as I tease over the V-cut of his abs. His body is a work of art, chiseled and toned, with deep grooves where his muscles are defined under soft skin.
I tug at the material of his briefs and his cock springs free. I roll a tentative finger over the engorged head and swirl the bead of moisture over the crown. Then I wrap my hand around his shaft, my heart hammering in my chest from the delicious physical contact.
He lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck, yes.”
His response emboldens me further and I begin to stroke the length of him, enjoying the shiver that breaks free from his body when I circle the tip.
“Tell me if I’m not doing it right,” I ask with a little bit of uncertainty. I just want this experience with him to be perfect. Something he’ll always remember.
“Baby, whatever you do will be amazing.”
I grin stupidly at the use of the pet name and suck in my bottom lip between my teeth, focusing all my attention on every little sound and whimper that exits from his mouth.
When we had sex together for the first time last week, I didn’t get a chance to put my mouth on him. I touched him, for sure, but it was all about the penetrative sex and Preston’s mouth on me.
In my haste and nervous excitement, I didn’t have the opportunity to go down on him. Something I’ve regretted this entire week, but I will remedy that right now.
The skirt of the dress swishes as I kneel down on the wool rug before him. This position offers such a sense of control. From down here, I call the shots. I can take charge. I can turn him inside out with my mouth and hands.
A thrill bubbles inside my stomach as I lean forward and brush my nose along the side of his cock. My eyelashes flutter and a rush of dampness forms in my panties from the earthy, masculine scent of him. I run my thumb along the thick vein of his shaft, surprised at how soft and velvety smooth he is, even though so very hard.
Preston lays one hand on top of my shoulder and the other he threads through my hair, being careful not to jostle the sparkly crown seated at the top of my head.
My eyes cut to his as he stares down at me, offering me everything.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whisper, a quiver surging through my veins. Then I lean in and lick the entire length of his cock from base to tip.
A strained groan escapes his throat. “You. Will. So. Good.”
His stammered response encourages me and brings out the brave queen in me. I want to bring him to his knees and make him lose his mind from pleasure.
With one hand wrapped around his shaft, I slip the other to his backside and squeeze his ass to draw him closer. I continue to lick my way up and down the generous erection and finally get my first taste when I flick the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock.
