Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
The hockey house was already buzzing with energy when we arrived.
Music thumped through the walls, and the living room was already packed with people celebrating the win against Bozeman Tech.
I’d never been much of a party person before Foster, but being with him made me feel more comfortable in these situations.
“Want a drink?” Foster asked, his arm around my waist as we navigated through the crowd.
“Just water for now,” I replied, noticing how he was favoring his right leg. “You sure you should be standing?” I asked him as he handed me a water bottle.
He grinned, pulling me closer. “I’m fine. Hockey players are tough. I’ve played through worse injuries than this. A little ibuprofen and ice and I’ll be good as new.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed skeptically, watching him wince slightly when someone bumped into him.
We spent the next hour mingling with his teammates and their friends.
I was still getting used to being “Foster Kane’s girlfriend” and the attention that came with it.
But tonight, I found myself caring less about what others thought and more about the way Foster’s hand never left mine, how his eyes kept finding me even in mid-conversation with someone else.
When someone started recounting Foster’s game-winning assist for what must have been the fifth time, I leaned in closer to Foster. “How about we get some ice for that knee?”
He turned his head, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice low so only I could hear. “How about we skip the ice and just go straight to my room?”
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, holding his gaze. “But I was promised something contingent on you icing that knee…and I really want to try it.”
He groaned and pulled me tight against his body where I could feel his hard length against my stomach. “Fuck, Abby.”
Without another word, he grabbed my hand and headed straight for the stairs. I pulled back and let out a laugh at the disgruntled look he gave me for slowing him down.
“You’re forgetting something.”
He stepped forward, trapping me between the wall by the stairs and his big, hard body. “All I can think about is getting a taste of your pussy. You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about it. About how sweet you probably taste or how it’ll feel to have your thighs hug my cheeks as you come.”
A shiver of need slid through my body.
“But if you insist on the ice—”
“I do,” I said with a wicked smile. I kind of loved seeing him all worked up like this knowing it was because of me.
He let out a heavy sigh. “Stay right here.” He kissed me hard and then before I could catch my breath, he hustled off to the kitchen. He returned to my side in record time with an ice pack in one hand. Then he took my hand again and led me upstairs to his room.
It was so much quieter up here than it was downstairs, especially with his door closed and locked. Yet we could still hear the heavy bass pumping through the house from Drew’s playlist and feel the subtle vibrations through the floor.
But I couldn’t think about all the people downstairs when Foster was looking at me like a lion who finally found his prey.
“Before you go getting any ideas, you need to lie down and put that ice pack on your knee.”
His grin was playful compared to the lust shining in his eyes which I swore had turned a darker blue than normal.
Without a word, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
It ruffled his hair, and my breath caught at the sight of him so sexy and disheveled, especially when I looked down to his six-pack abs that looked way too perfect to be real.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off.
“I’m just getting comfortable before I ice up.”
I swallowed thickly. “You’re telling me whenever you need to ice after a game, you strip down to your boxer briefs?”
He nodded, his gaze filled with hunger. “You should join me.”
Not one to step back from a challenge—especially after the orgasm he’d brought me to with just his fingers the other night—I kept my gaze locked on his as I pulled off my shirt and then kicked off my shoes and pushed down my pants until I was standing before him in just my bra and underwear.
He rubbed a hand over his mouth and jaw as his hungry gaze slid down my body before coming back up to meet mine. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Inside and out.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, but I couldn’t look away from him. I was growing addicted to the way he looked at me—the way he made me feel.
He closed the distance between us and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me close as he dropped his head down and kissed me. This kiss was filled with longing, and it felt like a possession—like he owned me as much as I owned him.
He rotated us and only broke the kiss to lie down on the bed. He took the ice pack that was already wrapped in a dish towel and placed it over his knee. Then he lay completely flat and reached out to tap my thigh.
“Take off your underwear and come sit on my face.”
If I thought my cheeks were hot before, they were nothing compared to how they felt at those words leaving his lips.
Nerves threatened to overwhelm me, but I trusted Foster and wanted to experience this—everything—with him. Before I could change my mind, I unhooked my bra and pushed my panties down my legs. A low rumble came from his throat as he watched my every move.
The way he couldn’t take his eyes off me made me feel more powerful than I’d ever felt before. With a newfound confidence, I crawled over his body until I was straddling his face and my nerves flared back to life.
What if there was something wrong with me down there?
Sam had talked me into getting regular waxes with her, so I knew things were tidy, but what if my vagina didn’t look normal? Was there such a thing? What if it smelled or didn’t taste good? I didn’t buy for a second that it tasted like honey and roses or whatever BS people spouted.
What if he didn’t actually like it?
“Baby, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if you’re worried about how you appear right now, I can assure you, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole life.”
“Have you done this before?”
The words were out before I could stop them, and I immediately regretted the question. Of course he’d done this before. I knew Foster wasn’t a virgin. Not even close, although I didn’t know his exact number.
He squeezed my thigh where it rested next to his cheek and I sat back. God, this was so awkward. I couldn’t have a serious conversation with him when my pussy was right in front of his face like this. “Never mind. Forget I asked that.”
His smile was the same one that always disarmed me. “I’ve never done this position before, but I’ve seen it in porn and thought about it a lot—specifically trying it with you. There’s a lot of things I’d like to try with you.”
“Really?”
He placed a sweet kiss on my thigh, easing some of my sudden insecurities. “Really. Now, can I enjoy my treat? Because I haven’t stopped thinking about this pussy since I felt you come on my fingers, and I’m getting desperate for a taste.”
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice suddenly dry as I stared down at him.
And then he licked up the seam of my pussy and all my thoughts fled from my mind like water down a drain.
I grabbed the headboard as a flash of pleasure hit me. “Oh, God.”
He groaned and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me tight so I was literally sitting on his face—no hovering, no trying to maintain some semblance of control. I tried to pull back, but he shook his head no and sucked on my clit.
“What if I suffocate you?” I cried out as another bolt of pleasure went off inside me.
He pulled back just enough for his hot breath to cause a different kind of pleasure to tighten inside me. “Then I’ll die the luckiest man alive.”
Then he was back to licking and sucking me like I was the most delicious dessert he’d ever tasted.
My thighs shook around his cheeks while I held on to the headboard for dear life. I was already so close. I never knew oral could feel like this. No wonder so many people loved it.
“F-Foster,” I whimpered as my core tightened, my pleasure ramping up to a tipping point. “I’m so close.”
He groaned against my sex and then his tongue swirled around my clit before he sucked on it hard.
I detonated, my body tensing as my climax barreled through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
He slowed his ministrations as my body shook with aftershocks and then, with one final lick, pulled away. His eyes were glazed with lust, and satisfaction filled his face.
“You taste even better than I imagined. I think I might be addicted.”
I think I was a little addicted myself.
I slid back on his chest and leaned down to kiss him, surprised by the taste of myself on his tongue—not surprised that it was there, but surprised that I enjoyed tasting myself in his kiss.
“Your turn?”
His cheeks flushed bright red. “Uh…I, uh…” His sheepish look was so out of character, I was worried for a second, until he finally finished what he was going to say. “I kinda came already.”
I reached behind me, and sure enough, there was a wet spot on his underwear. A smile pulled at my cheeks.
He frowned. “Don’t let this mislead you into thinking I don’t have stamina because I definitely do and someday I’ll prove it to you.” He wrapped his arms around me, his own lips curling in a small smile. “But you are so sexy when you come, I was already coming before I even realized it.”
“That’s kinda hot,” I admitted.
His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said, leaning down to kiss him again. “You know, we could do more tonight, if you want to.”
He slid a piece of hair behind my ear. “I believe I promised you romance for your first time, and romance you’ll get.”
“I don’t need romance. It’s not like I held on to my virginity as some kind of romantic gesture. I just never found the time or person I wanted to lose it to.”
He wrapped his strong arms around me. “I want sex to be special with us. We don’t have to wait long if you don’t want to, but at least let me make it a little romantic for you.”
I snuggled into his arms, resting my head on his chest. “If you insist.”
I just hoped he wouldn’t make us wait too long because I already knew I was ready for that next step.