6. Daniel #2
Tonight, though, I won’t push too far. Tonight, I’ll let her control the narrative. I’ll even give her the rope to lead me with.
“Fine, dream girl. Then I just might need to thaw you out a bit.”
Hannah smiles again, the expression sending a bolt of satisfaction through me and strengthening my resolve. “Let’s see how dinner goes. Maybe I’ll let you warm me up in the hot tub.”
“Oh, looks like they put you in the den,” Hannah says far too loudly as we come banging into the rental house hours later.
The lights are all off, and the house is silent, so it’s safe to say that no one waited up.
Camden sent me a pissed-off text when he realized I’d left him alone with all the couples, but there was no way I was inviting him out with Hannah and me.
Sure enough, my duffel is sitting on the futon. “I’m not worried about where I’m sleeping, dream girl.”
She rolls those pretty blue eyes at me again. “Thanks for dinner,” she says, her tone softer now as she starts to head for the stairs.
Fuck. There’s no way I’ll let the night end yet. Even if I don’t get to touch this woman, this has been the best night I’ve had in as long as I remember—laughing, teasing and talking, taking shots, flirting—and I’m not ready for it to end.
I reach for her hand before she can get past me and tug her closer. She doesn’t wobble even a little. Thank fuck. If she were drunk, I wouldn’t even attempt to put a hand on her. “Hot tub?”
She assesses me, her eyes bouncing between mine and my lips, and then she bites her own. “Okay, give me a few. I’ll meet you in there.”
Once I’ve located my swim trunks and toiletries, I head into the bathroom. When I come out again, the house is still quiet. The moon is bright tonight, illuminating the interior well enough that I don’t need to turn on lights to find my way to the French doors that lead to the back deck.
From here, the view of the craggy mountain landscape is incredible.
Outside, I’m greeted by a peaceful quiet, the only sound the low hum of the covered hot tub.
A check of the temperature reveals it’s already a warm 105.
Perfect. Nothing feels quite as good as a soak in a hot tub after a long practice or a tough game.
Except sinking inside a beautiful woman, but that’s not on the agenda tonight.
All I want is a little more time with Hannah.
I’m just easing into the bubbling water when my girl appears, an oversized robe hiding her petite curves.
“That looks ridiculously amazing,” she says as she undoes the knot at her waist.
Arms spread, I watch her every move, knowing that’s exactly what she wants.
Hannah is a woman meant to be stared at. A work of art, the lines of which don’t follow any of the rules. Like a Monet, the longer a person stares, the more depth they find.
As the robe slips from her shoulders, my heart stumbles in my chest. I suck in a breath. “That is not a swimsuit.”
She looks down at it, a look of faux innocent shock on her face. “It’s not?”
I roll my lips and bite down hard. “No, dream girl, it’s not.”
She’s testing my patience. The skimpy slip of fabric barely covers her pussy and the little triangles do nothing to hide the pebbled nipples beneath them.
When she steps up onto the stairs and leans forward to slip into the hot tub, tipping her ass in my face, I have to fight the urge to grab my own cock to ease the ache.
“I think it’s perfectly respectable,” she says coyly as she slides a thumb beneath the string across her hip and lets it go with a loud smack against her skin.
I expect her to sink into the water across from me. Figure she’ll taunt me a bit more, maybe even strip beneath the bubbles and make me cry when she forces me to close my eyes as she gets out.
But Hannah is the definition of unexpected.
I should have known better. As soon as she enters the water, she slips beneath the surface, then comes back up like a fucking literal dream, dark hair slicked back, water dripping down her gorgeous face, her lips pressed into the perfect pout.
And then she climbs onto my lap and rolls that tiny bikini-covered pussy over my aching cock.
“I was promised an orgasm.”
I dig my fingers into the edge of the hot tub, holding on for dear life. If I let go, I’ll grab her hips and roll her over me until she comes.
But it’s not time.
Heart thundering, I focus on stringing a coherent sentence together. “And you want me to give it to you?”
Lip caught between her teeth, she drags her gaze down my body and then back up again. “Not sure yet. I don’t give just anyone a shot at it.”
I chuckle. “I see. So you want to make sure I know what I’m doing first?”
Hannah’s lips tip up in a slow, delicious smile. “Now you get what I’m saying.”
I nod. “Well, oral is a lost art, so yeah, I get it.”
Brows lowering, she rears back a little. “What did you say?”
I shake my head. Now is not the time to talk about Calliope. I can’t imagine the woman on my lap wants to hear about how another woman taught me how to eat pussy so well that her eyes will roll to the back of her head.
The tutorial came from an article, not from a hands-on experience, but still. Not where we’re going with this.
“It’s all about the tongue,” I tell her. “And the right amount of suction.”
Hannah hums, her hands drifting up and down my biceps in a way that sends tingles up my spine. “And are you good with your tongue?”
“Why don’t you hop up on the side of the tub and spread those thighs and I’ll show you?”
She throws back her head, and the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard escapes her. The raspy quality makes my dick jump. “Let’s try it with a peach, Baby Hall. Show me your technique, and we’ll see if you’ve got what it takes to move on to the real thing.”
Blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight, she tips to one side and picks up a peach she must have brought out with her and set in a built-in cupholder on the edge of the tub. “If you’re scared, then I can go first.”
Without taking her eyes off me, she brings the fruit to her mouth.
She sticks out her tongue and slowly licks at the soft flesh, moaning in a way that sends me dangerously close to coming.
It’s not a surprise, really, considering that the big guy hasn’t gotten any attention since I got pierced six weeks ago.
I haven’t gone this long without touching my own dick since I first discovered that it felt good.
Yeah, I like sex. And jacking off. And coming.
But I love eating a woman’s pussy even more than all of those things. I could do it for hours.
So if Hannah is giving me a shot at tasting the forbidden fruit, you best believe I’m taking it.
She bites into the peach, sweet juices trickling down her chin. Then, eyes closed, she twirls her tongue and sucks, making the hottest fucking slurping noise I’ve ever heard.
My chest tightens, along with my balls. God, what I’d do to hear that as she sucked me dry.
“Okay, you’ve made your point.” I swipe the fruit from her, desperate to stop the torture. There’s no fucking way she’s going to let me eat her out tonight. She’s just teasing me, so this game needs to end right now.
Hannah licks her lips and hums, as if she’s savoring the taste.
I can’t help it. I lean closer, wishing I could lick the taste from her lips.
“You giving up already?” she taunts, rolling her hips over me again.
Abs tightening, I will my hips not to thrust up into her. “Careful, dream girl. You keep looking at me like that, and I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”
Her lips part, and though it’s dark and the water is hot, I swear her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. If she were the kind of person who could be flustered, I’d swear she’s a little thrown off. But I know better than that.
“I think you’re all talk, Playboy.”
I grin. Playboy. Damn right. I much prefer the nickname I’ve been given on the ice to Baby Hall. While I may live up to the name off the ice too, with Hannah, I can’t help but want more than one night.
That’s another reason I should stop this before it goes any farther.
She’ll never give that to me. Hannah is a badass and the most aloof woman I’ve ever met.
I’ve never seen her go on a date or heard her talk to the girls about one, let alone introduce a guy to her friends.
She’s like me. When she finds someone she wants to spend her night with, she disappears quietly.
Usually after a game when we’re out celebrating or drowning our sorrows.
But the guy never makes it to Sunday dinners at War’s, and she sure as fuck hasn’t brought anyone to the Bolts games she attends religiously.
Yet I can’t help but be caught in her snare.
Despite her teasing, I could make this woman come in less than two minutes.
Calliope’s technique is foolproof, though I’ve yet to try it.
It’s from a more recent article, and since my dick has been out of commission, I haven’t had a chance to put the knowledge to the test.
Calliope’s actually the reason I chose this specific piercing.
She claims it’s the best for female enjoyment.
In the months I’ve been following her, I’ve learned all kinds of shit.
Like how prolonged non-ejaculatory orgasms are really a thing.
It sounds fucking amazing. Again, I’ve yet to try it, since I’ve been unable to touch my dick for weeks.
But as soon as I’m healed, I’ll be following her instructions to the T so that I, too, can have a ten-minute orgasm.
Maybe if I give Hannah a ten-minute orgasm using my tongue, she’ll let me test out my new techniques in a few weeks. A guy can dream, right?
“Give me that fucking fruit.” I grab it and take a bite, sinking into the flesh around the smaller piece she’s already taken from it. “Need a bigger playing field. I really like to get into my meal.”
The second my tongue laps up the juices of the fruit, Hannah moans and rubs her pussy over my dick.
It takes more willpower than I thought I had to keep from bucking my hips in response. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on the peach. It’s sweet and soft, but I know she’ll taste better. I suck and lick and circle my tongue, making sure she knows precisely what I’ll do to her.
Panting, she yanks the fruit from my hand and tosses it into the darkness. “Okay, audition’s over. You’ve got the job.”
She grips my shoulders and shifts, like she’s ready to dismount.
Only then do I allow myself to put my hands on her. Clutching her hips, I pull her back to me. “Where you going?”
“I’m going to grab towels so we can get to the orgasm part.” She says it like it’s obvious. Like she can’t imagine I’d want anything more than that.
And hell yeah, I want to taste her orgasm on my lips. But that’s not all I want. And if I don’t slow us down, I’ll never get a shot at what I’ve been dreaming of.
Fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her hips, I hold her in place. “Slow down, dream girl. We’ll get there, but there’s no way I’m rushing this.”
She frowns. “Rushing what?”
I lick my lips, my focus locked on hers. “Our first kiss.”
A crease forms between her eyebrows. “You act like this means something, Playboy, when we both know that nights like this are a dime a dozen for you.” As she says it, she straddles my hips and rolls her sweet body against mine.
I’d say it was a taunt, only the way she clings to my arms, then rubs her hands down my pecs makes me think she can’t help but touch me.
It’s been like that all night. For both of us.
There’s this pull between us. This magnetism that I’ve only experienced with her and have never been able to ignore. I’m certainly not going to start now.
“And what if it does mean something?”
“It doesn’t.” She lifts her chin, eyes narrowed.
“What if you’re wrong? What if we look back on tonight and realize it was the first of many nights? What if?—”
“ Daniel …” Her tone is dripping with confusion, but it hits me then that I’m not sure she’s ever actually used my name. Fuck, do I like it.
Arms tight around her waist, I hug her to me, relishing the electricity coursing from her body to mine and back again. “I’ve never had a night like this before because I’ve never had my actual dream girl straddling me. So give me a sec to enjoy this. And fuck, Hannah, just let me kiss you.”