From Fling to Ring: A Hockey Romance (The San Francisco Aftershocks)

Chapter 13

TYLER

Lucy looksup from where she just watched me come all over her hands and brings a finger to her mouth, licking it agonizingly slowly, in a way that could make a man lose his fucking mind and never do one thing again that makes sense or is wise.

That’s about where I am right now. I don’t like being out of control. It’s contrary to my nature and how I spend my days as a pro athlete. But at the moment, I don’t give a damn. The world could come to an end and all I’d care about is this woman whose ass I am holding, who just tasted my cum like it was freaking gold.

She leans close to my ear. “Did you like that, Tyler Brooks?” she whispers.

She’s killing me. Just killing me.

“You fucking kidding, baby?”

I’m wiped out from coming so hard, but power through it by lifting Lucy off my lap and laying her down on the living room rug. With one arm, I slide her coffee table out of the way to give us more room. A pile of books and magazines goes tumbling off to the floor in a whoosh, followed by what I’m pretty sure is a water bottle that clump-clump-clumps as it rolls across the floor.

As soon as she’s on her back, I take one foot of hers and then the next, removing her booties and socks, then peel her jeans down her hips until I can completely get them off her and toss them aside.

She looks at me defiantly, no surprise there, and arches her back to pull her shirt over her head. There she is, in a lacy pink bra and matching panties, and my God, is she beautiful with firm, flawless skin.

Funny. I would never have taken her for a pink lace kind of girl. The woman is full of endless surprises.

Her eyes fall closed as I hook my fingers in the elastic waist of her panties, and she bites her lip as I lower them until they’re hanging off one ankle.

“Baby,” I say. “Open your eyes. I want you to watch me.” I reach for a small throw pillow and tuck it under her head.

She meets my gaze with a coy smile, and I run my eyes up and down her lithe body, drinking in every inch of her, until I settle on her bare pussy. I push her legs apart until her knees are up by her armpits, and she opens for me like a perfect little flower.

“Goddamn, you’re hot, baby,” I murmur, running my hands across her lower abdomen, lowering them until I am holding her pussy lips apart with my thumbs.

Fucking amazing.

She shimmies her hips beneath me, tilting her hips up in invitation, as if I need one. I run one finger down the middle of her slit, just lightly enough to cause her to gasp at my tease. I return my gaze to hers and lower myself to take long, slow laps of her with my tongue.

“Look at me,” I growl, when she closes her eyes again.

She does, and I return to my strokes, tasting her from one end to the other. I turn my focus to her clit, circling it and creating a suction leaving her thrashing and moaning under me.

Of course, I’m already hard again, and I couldn’t care less that I’m hanging out of my pants, not having tucked myself back in after Lucy’s excellent hand job. I’d love to slide my hips up between her legs and slip inside her, but that will have to wait for another time.

And I’m pretty sure there will be another time.

“Oh God,” she moans, slapping her hand on the rug, “yes, like that, Tyler, please don’t stop…”

I reach up with my free hand and slide it under her bra, rolling her nipple between my fingers. I keep my tongue focused on her clit, and when she starts to shake under me, I’m half-tempted to grab my dick and come with her, that’s how revved up I am. But this moment is about her and only her.

Her breathing is deep and raspy, interspersed with moans and mutterings I can’t quite make out. She stiffens under me, throwing her head back, and while we’re no longer looking at each other, she grabs my hair with one hand, pushing me into her pussy, and comes right in my mouth.

Holy fuck.

She shudders and shakes under me, finally looking at me with a weak smile, her eyes heavy-lidded, her body limp and sated. I tuck myself back into my pants and hoist her up, carrying her into her bedroom. There, I remove the last piece of clothing she’s wearing, her bra, and put her to bed.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” I say, and kiss her cheek.

She mumbles something and turns to her side with a sigh. I let myself out of her apartment to head home. In her lobby, I make sure my shirt is untucked to cover my raging hard-on, and hustle to my car in a state of ridiculous dishevelment.

It’s still fairly early at only ten p.m., leaving me plenty of time to come down from my post-game high and orgasm. I may even rub one out, picturing the sight of Lucy’s perky little clit and the feel of her soft flesh on my tongue.