Page 30 of The Penalty Shot (Totally Pucked 5)

She squeaks, so fucking adorable, and glances at the door through the mirror.

“I think that it turns you on. Not being watched, but the thrill of being caught. I know it turns me the fuck on. I wonder if they can hear us? Your little moans as I fuck you with my fingers, the wet sloppy sound of your pussy as it greedily sucks me in deeper.”

She’s moments from coming, and when I thrust my fingers deep into her, with the pad of my thumb circling her clit, she detonates.

Back arching, she pushes against my hold as she comes. Her plump mouth falls open, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. Her nails dig into my hand at her throat, wave after wave of her orgasm washing over her, causing her legs to shake and her pussy to tremor tightly around my fingers.

“Good girl, so fucking good, Auden. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Languidly, I move my fingers in and out of her until the aftershocks of her orgasm have subsided, and then I gently let go of her throat, now slightly red from my hand. I almost come at the sight, seeing those marks upon her skin.

It makes me want to mark all of her.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. I pull my fingers free, and with our gazes locked, I bring them to my mouth and suck the wetness from them. She tastes heaven fucking sent, and for a second, I can’t hardly believe that I’ve got the chance to touch her.

This perfect, innocent fucking girl who trusts me enough to bring her this pleasure.

“You taste so good baby, I can’t fucking wait to sink to my knees and worship you with my tongue.”

Her cheeks turn even redder, and she bites her lip.

“But…for now, I think that’s enough working out for the day. Don’t be surprised if I have floor-length mirrors installed in my room within the week. Until then, I’m going to come thinking about this moment every fucking day till I can have you again.”

She shudders against me, and I plant a kiss on her shoulder, once, and then again, before I step back, giving her room to breathe.

I’m sure she needs to process this moment, what she’s allowed herself to do, and if I have anything to say about it…this is only the beginning.

Chapter Eleven

Auden

“So,you got a hot new hockey stud roommate, and you’re going to hold out on me? Auden, you can’t just drop the ‘I’ve got a roommate with benefits’ out of nowhere into my lap if you’re not going to spill, woman! If you don’t stop gatekeeping on your sex life, I’m going to punch you in the vagina,” Elijah says, sipping his margarita through the screen of our FaceTime call.

God, how am I even having this conversation right now? Truly, it feels unbelievable that I stumbled across a professional hockey player that is the most attractive man I’ve ever met, and somehow, he likes me. Wants me.

Shy, plain, timid…me.

I groan and drop my head into my hands. “Eli, I’m practically a fumbling teenager when he’s around.”

“Well, that’s because sexually… you got left behind in your teenage years, Aud, and that’s okay. You had Alex, and he was your number one responsibility, but it’s time to explore you. Your sexuality. You're a woman who deserves to feel all the things a woman should.”

Even though I’m embarrassed, I still tell him about the other day in the gym where I let him touch me in front of the mirror. I tell Elijah about all of Asher’s praise and encouragement.

“I mean…he told me he was and I quote, ‘So fucking proud of you, baby,’ for opening up. Like who does that?”

Elijah looks like he may fall on the floor, but he just sighs with the dreamiest look in his light blue eyes. “You’re out here living real people’s dreams, Auden. A fucking NHL player is obsessed with making you come, with giving you pleasure. The man looks like a sex god.”

I nod, covering my face to hide the flush of my cheeks. “He does. And it’s kind of intimidating. I feel so childish.”

“Stop it. It sounds like it was incredible, and I think you should embrace it and not run from it.”

He’s right, but I’m still riddled with hesitancy. I’m scared to put myself out there this way.

“Speaking of SG formerly known as Sex God, where is that hunk of man?”

Carrying my phone with me, I walk over to my vanity and sit on the plush bench. I’ve been working the last few days and spending all my free time with Alex. Asher has been visiting his friends, so he hasn’t been here much. It already feels weird for him to not be here with us.

Today he flies back, and he asked if he could take Alex and me to a new art exhibit downtown. When he asked, my heart skipped a few beats. He said that he heard of a new artist, whose style he thought Alex would love, and he’d love to bring us.

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