Suck My Puck (Denver Bashers Series #3)

9. Bella

Chapter 9

Bella

M y stomach flips and my heart pounds as I tease Braden’s lips open with my tongue.

He gently laps my tongue with his. My skin tingles, and my knees go weak.

This is insanity. Utter insanity.

If someone had told me ten minutes ago that I’d be making out with my hockey player neighbor, I would have laughed in their face.

But that was before we kissed.

That accidental kiss from just a few seconds ago made my brain go completely offline.

The way he held my waist as he pressed his mouth against mine, his tongue soft and teasing…

Feeling his hands on my body and tasting his mouth ignited something inside of me.

It took me a few seconds to figure out what it was, but I know now.

Desire.

I don’t like Braden. We piss each other off. But maybe that’s why kissing him feels like literal fireworks. That heat between us when we’re arguing turns into something wicked and wild when our mouths touch…

I run my hands through his thick blond hair and moan into his mouth, pushing him harder against the wall. He grips me tight around the waist. I whimper.

A second later, he moves his hand to my chin and gently tilts my face up, deepening our kiss.

He swoops his tongue into my mouth, kissing me harder. My pussy aches.

It’s been months since I’ve kissed a guy, not since Matt and I broke up. I haven’t wanted to.

But right now, kissing Braden is all I want to do.

He grips my hips and pulls me harder against his body as we sink into a rhythm.

That ache between my legs turns into a full-on throb. My skin is hot, and I’m breathing faster.

Just then, I hear a shriek of laughter behind me. I step back, breaking our kiss right as a group of women stumble by us and head to the bathroom.

I glance up at Braden. His chest heaves with the breath he takes, and his fair skin flushes bright red. His blue eyes are blown out as he looks at me, almost like he’s waiting for me to say something.

“Um…that was…” My brain struggles to find the right word to describe what I’m feeling in this wild and unexpected moment.

“Fucking hot?” he says.

I burst out laughing, feeling a bit more relaxed. “Yeah. It was.”

The air between us is thick as we stand there and stare at each other.

I should walk away. I should write this off as a one-time thing, a mistake, something we’ll never, ever do again.

But I don’t. Because I’m still so turned on. The only thing my brain can focus on, the only thing my body wants, is more of Braden’s mouth.

Boldness flashes through me. I can’t believe what I’m about to say. It’s so not me to be so attracted to someone I don’t like.

But I don’t care. I’ve spent the last few months working myself to the bone, feeling like garbage after being cheated on and betrayed by my ex. Right now, I just want to feel good.

“Let’s finish this at my place.” My heart is pounding the second those words fall out of my mouth as I wait for him to say something.

I have no idea if Braden is even on the same page as me. Maybe he already regrets kissing me. Maybe he’s about to shoot me down.

My stomach churns just thinking about it.

But then I noticed the look in his eyes. Fiery and focused and hungry.

The corner of his mouth hooks up in the sexiest half-smile.

He grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”

I unlock the door to my apartment and walk in. Braden walks in behind me and gently closes the door.

I spin around and look at him while he toes off his shoes.

“This is a one-time thing,” I tell him.

“Okay.” He doesn’t even blink, clearly unfazed by what I’ve said .

“We do this once, just to get it out of our systems,” I say, holding his gaze.

That wild look from earlier flashes in his eyes. The corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile.

“Okay,” he repeats in that same totally calm tone.

“I’m serious, Braden.”

He lets a half smile break free, almost like he’s amused. “I know.” He steps forward, closing the space between us. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Bedroom?”

I stare at him, stunned at how fine he is with me calling the shots.

I shake my head. “We’re not fucking.”

Nerves crackle in my tummy. Will he get mad that I’ve drawn that boundary? Did he assume we’d be having sex?

A second later, an amused look flashes in his eyes. He brushes a lock of my hair out of my face.

“I’m good to do whatever you want,” he rasps.

My clit jumps at the roughness of his voice.

I blink up at him. “You’re really okay with doing what I want?”

He nods. Gently, he runs his thumb along the hinge of my jaw. Goosebumps scatter across my skin. A cocky half-smile pulls at his lips.

“What’s that look for?” I ask.

He thumbs my bottom lip, his gaze zeroing in on my mouth. His stare turns fiery. Then his eyes meet mine.

“By the time I get done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

My mouth falls open in shock at his arrogance.

Sheer determination to prove him wrong rockets through me. I shake my head. “No way.”

He just smirks. “We’ll see. ”

But before I can speak another word, he scoops me up in his arms.

I squeal, surprised by the move. He carries me to the couch, sits down, and positions me so I’m straddling his lap.

He gently cups his hands around my face and leans in, kissing me softly.

My tummy flutters at how sweetly and gently he kisses me. It’s such a contrast to the bold, cocky words he spoke just moments ago.

“What do you want, Bella?” he says against my mouth.

“I…I want…” It’s a struggle to find words. My head is hot mush. Because oh my god, Braden is an incredible kisser, and it’s messing with my brain.

He laps his tongue against mine. Then he gently nips my bottom lip before swooping his tongue in my mouth.

“I want to kiss you,” I finally manage to say between kisses. I instantly feel like a dork.

But he just smiles against my mouth, like he’s happy about what I’ve said. A second later, the intensity of our kiss amps up. It’s not long before I’m panting and tugging my hands through his hair. I breathe in and moan at how good he smells. Like trees and rain and pepper. Whatever cologne he wears is intoxicating.

He breaks the kiss, then presses his mouth against the hinge of my jaw. He runs his lips along the side of my neck, then bites me softly. My pussy pulses and I gasp.

I can feel him smile against my neck. “You like that, pretty girl?”

My breath catches and my heart flutters. Pretty girl.

I like that. A lot.

He runs his tongue along my neck, right above my shoulder. I nod and whimper, “Yes. ”

“Tell me what else you like,” he growls before running his mouth back up the side of my neck.

I shiver and my eyes roll back. God. Has making out ever gotten me this hot before?

“I like neck kisses,” I finally say in a breathy voice.

He lets out a low, rough chuckle that turns me on even more. “I can tell.”

His hand glides from my waist to my left breast. He circles his thumb over my nipple, then pinches gently. I gasp. My pussy throbs.

“Do you like it when I play with your tits?”

I close my eyes and nod. My entire body is aching for release from just a couple of minutes of making out with Braden on my couch.

He keeps working my nipple between his fingers while kissing along the side of my neck. Heat pools between my legs as that ache in my pussy deepens.

“You like dry humping too?” Braden asks.

It’s not till he says it that I realize I’m grinding on his lap. Hard.

I glance down and bite my lip. I let out an embarrassed laugh. “Yeah.”

A hot flush works its way up my neck to my cheeks. I brace for Braden to give me a hard time about how turned on I’m getting, but he doesn’t.

He leans back and looks at me, his soft blue gaze fiery and intense. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s really fucking sexy feeling you grind on my dick.”

His hands grip my waist, guiding me as I move over the hard ridge of his erection. When I glance down, my eyes go wide. God. Even underneath his clothes, I can tell his dick is huge.

My pussy clenches even harder with the need to feel him inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out, thrusting hard until I’m screaming…

I halt the thought the instant it forms.

No.

I told him we’re not fucking tonight. There’s no way I’m giving in.

But then he pushes his hips up, and my clit presses harder against the ridge of his hard cock. I whimper.

I close my eyes and take a second to breathe through that delicious ache.

When I open my eyes, Braden is sporting that smug grin.

“All you have to do is say the word, pretty girl, and I’ll fuck you so hard and so good, you’ll see stars.”

I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming yes. I can feel the last shred of my resolve melting with each passing second.

I let out a ragged breath and shake my head, despite how badly I want to feel his cock inside of me.

“No,” I rasp.

He lets out a rough chuckle. “So stubborn,” he growls.

He circles his thumb around my hard nipple, then lowers his mouth to my collarbone. He trails kisses along my skin. I let out a feral, whiny noise at how good this all feels.

“You’re missing out,” he says in a rough whisper before licking my skin and pinching my nipple. “I’m a fantastic fuck.”

My eyelids flutter. “I’m sure you’d give me the best thirty seconds of my life.”

Yeah, that’s a pretty mean thing to say, but teasing him is the only way I can think to maintain control right now. I’m seconds away from ripping my clothes off and riding his dick until I come. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that all it took for me to toss out my “no fucking” rule was a few minutes of kissing and grinding on him. He’s that good.

He holds my gaze. “I don’t fuck like that.”

He grips my hips and glides me along the hard ridge of his dick. I gasp.

“How do you fuck?” I ask a moment later when I’m able to speak again. I’m dying to know what this infuriatingly hot hockey player is like in bed.

“I take my time. I go slow. Really fucking slow. And I make sure you have a damn good orgasm. Two if you’ve been a good girl.”

My jaw falls open as I gasp in shock. And because I’m so turned on, I can’t breathe properly.

My pussy clenches so hard that the muscles in my thighs give out for a second.

Wow. Just wow. That’s insanely hot. And cocky. But mostly hot.

A long, slow fuck sounds so good right about now…

The corner of Braden’s mouth hooks up in a smug half-smile.

“But you’re not interested in fucking me, are you, pretty girl?” he taunts.

He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He just digs his fingers into my hips and helps me grind against his lap. My head falls back as the pleasure and pressure build.

When I look at him again, his expression is so damn cocky. He’s enjoying teasing and taunting me like this.

My stubbornness flares up. “I’d probably have to fake it with you,” I say.

This is a strange game we’re playing, taking shots at each other while fooling around, turning each other on so much. But it’s also fun. I like that I can mess with him, that I can say these biting things, and he gives it right back to me. It makes what we’re doing even hotter.

He just laughs. “I doubt that. I’ve faked it too, and there’s nothing fake about what you’re feeling right now. I can tell.”

I still, my mouth open in surprise at what he’s just admitted.

He quirks an eyebrow and leans his face closer to mine. “But I wouldn’t need to fake it with you. See how fucking hard you make me?”

I whimper and nod.

“Don’t kid yourself, pretty girl. You know damn well you wouldn’t need to fake it with me either.”

He presses his cock harder against my pussy. My eyes roll back, and I gasp. I plant my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

“Fuck…” he groans. “Your pussy feels so hot.”

“That’s because I’m really close to coming,” I whine.

His grip on my hips tightens, and he slows the pace.

“What are you…” I trail off when he pulls off my top, leaving me in just a lacy mint-green bra. His eyes widen the slightest bit as he gazes at my boobs.

His gaze meets mine. “Let it build,” he says.

My stomach flips at the rasp of his voice, how he’s giving me orders.

I follow his lead and slow my rhythm. The ache and pleasure are still there, but it’s more measured. I close my eyes and grind against him at a slow, steady pace.

Pleasure and heat simmer between my legs. I last a minute before I start to speed up again. I close my eyes, overcome with the arousal taking over my body.

A rough chuckle falls from Braden’s mouth. “You just can’t help yourself, can you, pretty girl? ”

His fingers dig into the fleshy part of my hips as he matches my pace, helping me grind faster and harder against him.

“You love the way my cock makes you feel, don’t you?”

I nod, but then he shakes his head. He reaches up, firmly grips my chin, and makes me look at him.

Whoa. That was so…dominant. I like it.

“I wanna hear you say it, Bella,” he growls. “I wanna hear you say how much you like my cock.”

I shake my head and keep grinding like a brat. “Make me.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I watch his eyes widen in surprise. There’s a wild look in his gaze, like he’s frustrated and turned on all at once.

All of a sudden, he lifts my hips off of him. I whine at the loss of friction and squirm to get back down to him, but he’s too strong.

That ache inside of me turns into a dull pain. I want to keep riding the ridge of his cock…but I also like this. I like being denied what I want. I like teasing him. I like how worked up he is.

It’s a teasing power struggle we’re playing into right now, and I’m so into it.

He pins me with that fiery stare. He quirks an eyebrow. “You’re a little fucking brat, aren’t you?” he rasps.

I bite back a smile as I nod.

His half-smile reappears. God, that’s so, so hot when he smiles like that.

He shakes his head. “Just for that, I’m gonna make you beg for my cock, pretty girl.”

My pussy throbs with need. Excitement flashes inside of me.

I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never acted like a brat when fooling around with a guy. I’ve never had to beg for what I want. I was never into that sort of thing.

But with Braden, I like it. It plays into our dynamic. We’re constantly pushing each other’s buttons. Why not do it when we’re hooking up too?

My eyes on his, I shake my head. “No way.”

That sexy half-smile stays in place as a rough chuckle falls from his lips. “Fine.”

He drops me onto the couch on my back. It happens so fast that I yelp.

He falls to his knees on the floor and then presses his palm against my pussy. The pressure sends a pulse of pleasure through my body, and my head falls back as I moan. But a second later, he pulls his hand away.

I whine. He leans down and drops a soft kiss against the hinge of my jaw. I gasp softly as he dusts kisses along the slope of my neck.

I close my eyes, panting as the ache inside of me lingers.

“You want more, pretty girl?”

I nod.

“Then fucking beg,” he growls against my neck before softly biting me.

I yelp. I’m so turned on, my entire body is shaking.

No way will I be able to hold out much longer…

He pinches my nipple through my lace bra and my knees buckle. Pleasure throbs between my legs. It’s like there’s an invisible livewire between my nipples and my pussy.

My entire body is trembling, begging for release…

I open my eyes and look at him. “I want your cock, Braden. I need it. So bad. I’m gonna die without it.” The words come spilling out, rushed and desperate .

Another rough chuckle falls from his mouth. “Say please.”

“Please,” I whine.

“That’s my good girl.”

He hops back onto the couch and lifts me up, then positions me to straddle his lap like before. I land on the ridge of his cock and immediately start grinding against him. I grip his shoulders to steady myself as my movements get wilder by the second. The pleasure and pressure spread from my pussy all the way up my chest. I’m panting, making desperate noises I’m sure I’ll be embarrassed about later.

But I don’t care. It feels too good.

Just then, he pulls down the cup of my bra and captures my nipple in his mouth. I gasp as he swirls his tongue roughly around the hard bud.

Tingles spark across my skin. I’m so hot and so turned on…

A second later, he gently bites my nipple. And that’s when I lose it.

My orgasm hits like a lightning bolt. My entire body thrashes against him as I scream through my release. It’s so intense that I lose my balance and fall forward, but Braden props me up with his hands on my hips, gliding me along the ridge of his rock-hard cock, helping me milk every bit of this orgasm. The whole time, he works my nipple in his mouth, switching between soft bites and rough swirls of his tongue.

My brain goes offline, totally taken over by pleasure. After what feels like a minute, I collapse and rest my head against his shoulder. White bursts cloud my line of vision. I take another minute just to catch my breath. My heart is beating so fast and so hard.

After a while, I start to see clearly again. I lean up to look at Braden, who’s gazing at me with a hungry, pleading look in his eyes. My chest sparks. I like seeing him look at me like that.

I scoot back on his lap and notice he’s still hard as concrete. Need swirls through me. The need to see him fall apart, just like I did in front of him.

I slide off his lap right as he brushes my hair out of my face.

“That was fucking hot, watching you work yourself all over me as you came,” he says.

I can’t help but smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I glance down at the impressive bulge at the front of his pants. “I wanna see you come now too.”

His smile turns wicked. “Then unzip my pants and take my dick out, pretty girl.”