Offensive Plays: A Surprise Baby Hockey Romance (Heatwave Hockey Series)

20. Libby

“Ihad no idea you had this view until I saw it on the stage,” I say staring down at the Las Vegas Strip.

“It’s pretty wild,” Michael says stepping up behind me, his lips brushing across my shoulder. I feel my skin pebble at the sensation of his breath over it.

“Sorry our friends are such assholes,” I turn to face him with a grin.

“It’s fine. But this is all I’ve wanted all night.” He slips the spaghetti strap off my shoulder and it leaves my skin exposed and ready for him. “Besides, I get the added benefit of holding that magic trick over their heads for the rest of our lives.”

I smile. “You know, if you’re too tired…” I trail off.

“Are you kidding me?”

I laugh as his mouth crashes into mine.

He tastes like something sweet and sinful.

“Tell me,” I say as he trails his lips down my neck and across my shoulder.

“Whatever you want to know, butterfly.”

“How does a pastor’s son come to be so good with his… parts?”

He laughs against my skin. And it feels so good to be cherished by him.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes,” I breathe out when he unzips my dress leaving me exposed under his watchful gaze.

“You know those magazines that used to have the headlines like “Ten ways to drive her wild” or “The secret to the ultimate female orgasm”?

I laugh tilting my head at him. “Yeah?”

“I just learned to do the exact opposite of what was recommended.”

I can’t help the smile on my face.

He tugs my dress down the rest of the way and it pools around my bare ankles.

“I’m serious,” I say pulling his face up to mine, our tongues dancing over each other.

“So am I.”

“So you read magazines?”

“And books? And other publications… why so curious?”

I shrug.

Because you’ve delivered four orgasms to my zero and I’m curious how you’re this controlled.

“I’ve just never been treated like you treat me,” I say instead.

His brows furrow, “In what way?”

“Just that…you put my needs before your own. That’s not very common. Least not in the men I’ve known.”

He pauses at that comment, his mouth halting its assault on my body.

He rises and I watch as he towers over me. He’s in nothing but his boxer briefs.

“Are you saying you like the way I worship you, Libby?”

Woah. Worship is… well, “Yeah.” I breathe out.

He puts a hand under my chin and forces me to look at him. “One thing you need to know about me, is that I’ll always put your needs above my own. Sexual or otherwise.”

I can’t do anything but lick my now drying lips. He’s sucked the very air from the room with the look in his eyes. They’re intense and I know in my soul that he’s telling the truth.

“My god, those fucking lips, woman.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, smearing the lipstick I have. “I’ve thought about the way they’d look painting my cock with that beautiful red all fucking night.”

His voice sends shivers down my spine as I close my eyes. He leans in and kisses them.

“Now, get on your knees, Libby. And show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

I’m already salivating at the thought of him sliding his length into me. I slink down in front of him. The soft cushioned floors of his suite make it perfect for kneeling.

I’ll need to get something like this in my next place.

I reach for his black briefs and he grabs both my wrists. I look up at him.

“You said you wouldn’t go to Vegas without stepping onto a stage. But our friend’s forced me onto the stage.”

“Um… yeah… so?”

“So…” he reaches behind him and grabs a remote from the bedside table. He point it to the curtains and opens them up all the way. Exposing us to all the city.

I’m on my knees in front of him. “Paint my cock, Libby. And let all of Vegas watch.”

Ho-ly shit. Michael is… wild.

I slide his boxer briefs down his thick thighs and this time he lets me.

When I slide my hand over his length he lets out a hissing sound. I wet my lips and slowly take him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue and coating him with my saliva as I do. I taste the metal from his rungs against my tongue and the sensation reminds me of what it felt like to have him inside of me.

I’m desperate for him.

“You’re so perfect. Your mouth,” he grabs my jaw and moves me over him. “That perfect mouth. It’s almost as good as being buried inside you, butterfly.”

I close my eyes, taking him all the way in until he hits the back of my throat.

“Libby,” my name escapes his lips again, in that way that sounds like a prayer. And I just want more of him.

I hold the base of him as I take the rest of him into my throat. Pre-cum sliding onto my tongue.

His hand goes to the back of my head and he wraps his hand into my hair, holding it out like a ponytail.

“You’re such a good little slut for me, Libby.”

My nipples harden at his praise. This is exactly what I need. For him to own me.

I take him faster and faster until he yanks me off his cock and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me up to him.

“Let me taste,” he growls out. I open my mouth for him and his tongue invades every part of my mouth.

“Mmm,” he groans. “My turn.”

He spins me so that I’m facing the city. And he walks in front of me, pushing me toward the wall until we hit it, before he drops to one knee.

“Put your leg over my shoulder, Libby.”

I do and he kisses the inside of my knee, dragging his teeth over my thigh until he reaches my core. He takes in a deep breath and inhales.

“I will never get over how sweet you smell,” he says, his breath heating me up there.

He looks up at me and holds my gaze as his tongue slips between my thighs and works in perfect circles.

My eyes shut as I get pulled into the feeling of his tongue claiming me again. And I’ll never get over how eager this man is to eat me up.

He hums when I roll my head back. “Look at me when I’m fucking you, Libby,” he growls.

My eyes shoot open and I see his feral blue eyes burning with desire. I can’t watch.

“Watch me when I worship you and taste you, Libby.”

I physically can’t handle it. He’s about to make the pleasure rip through me. I’ve never held eye contact with a man like this.

But I do as he says, gasping when he slips two fingers inside me and starts pumping at the same time his tongue assaults my clit.

“I can’t… I can’t take it,” I breathe out.

“You need to, Libby,” he whispers against my flesh. “Because I won’t fuck you with my cock until I feel you writhing against my face.”

Those words are the kiss of death for any composure I have left.

I grab the back of his head and hold him against me as his fingers and tongue work together to draw out my moans.

When I can finally breathe, I look down at him. And he’s shaking his head.

“You closed your eyes, butterfly.”

“What?” I breathe out.

“Now, I’ll have to punish you,” he growls out as he stands up in front of me.

Punish? God, yes. I want whatever punishment he can dole out.

He goes to the closet that contains his luggage and takes out red rope.

“What’s that for?” I ask, a little too breathy.

He smirks as he unties it and shows me the two separate ropes. “Sit on the bed, butterfly.”

My heart is beating in my throat. Because as kinky as I am, I had no idea that Michael Ferguson could keep up.

He steps up to me and I look up at him playing with one of the ropes in his hand. The other he lays out next to me.

“Show me your wrists, pretty girl.”

I hold my wrists out to him, like I’m being arrested. “I know you don’t know the rules yet. And that’s okay. I’m just going to tell you. In my bedroom—you do as I say.”

I gulp. Because his voice isn’t charming, boy next door Fergie. Oh hell no. His voice is menacing and dangerous. And sends a thrill coursing through my veins.

“Do you understand, my beautiful butterfly?”

I nod.

“Say you understand, baby. I want to hear that pretty voice.”

“I understand.”

He smiles, “Atta girl.”

Fuck.He sounds like a man that wrote the book on sex not read it.

“Now,” he starts to loop the red rope around my wrists until they form a perfect knot. He tugs on it to make sure it’s tight enough, before he takes the ends and lifts my arms over my head with one thrust. My breasts perk up in front of him and his eyes scan my body. He licks his lips in appreciation and I can feel the desire building up in between my thighs.

“Since you took your eyes off me while I was eating that delicious pussy. I’m going to be in control of your hands while I fuck you. Do you understand, Libby?”

“Y-yes,” I say on a breath.

“Good girl,” he drops the rope and my hands go back to my lap, still tied together.

“Now, Libby. If I tell you to do something again, and you disobey. Then I’m going to take that other pretty rope and tie it to your ankles. And you won’t be able to move your hands or your legs, baby.”

I gulp.

“I really don’t want to have to do that, though.”

He runs his thumb over my lip and slips it over my tongue. I don’t move. Not until he tells me. So I let him slide it in and out of my mouth over my tongue.

“Wow, you’re so good at this, butterfly. You can suck now.” I close my lips around his thumb as the rest of his fingers caress my jaw. “So good,” he says.

The city lights outside glisten behind him. The curtains are still wide open. He has only the light from the lamp next to the bed on. Enough to give anyone watching from a nearby building a show.

But, I don’t care.

I want him more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

“Lay back, Libby.” I obey.

“Arms over your head.” I swing my bound hands over me, the end of the red rope dragging over my naked body as I do.

He walks to the other side of the bed and secures the end of the rope against the bedpost.

“Pull,” he orders. I pull and the rope tightens slightly against my wrists.

“You’ll tell me if it hurts, baby. If anything hurts.”

I nod.

“Words, Libby,” he reminds me.

“Yes.”

“What word will you use to get me to stop?”

I look around the room and my eyes stop at the scene below us, “Vegas.”

He smiles as he steps in between my legs. “Vegas, baby. Okay then.”

His solid body leans over me and he runs his hands over my legs, stopping at my waist.

My eyes are on him the entire time.

“You’re a quick learner,” he says. “But if you need to close your eyes. You can, baby.”

He thrusts into me without any warning and my body convulses around his length. I gasp. And he looks down at me. “Are you okay?”

I nod vehemently, adjusting to his size inside me. “Y-yes.”

He drives into me again and the entire bed shakes. He holds my legs open wider as he continues to drive into me. Then he leans forward. The hard ridges of his body creating friction against my clit that drives me insane.

I roll my eyes and shut them, savoring each thrust of his.

It isn’t until I’m screaming his name and he follows me over the edge with his own release that I realize it.

We never used a condom.