35. Lyssa
Lyssa
My breath catches as one of the Chill defensemen lobs a puck in the air. Benji turns on the gas, determined to be the first one there when it lands in the center of the ice. His effort pays off and he flies into the offensive zone, a player on the other team hot on his heels.
Then he turns so fast that ice sprays, knee-high, and sends the puck sailing back to the middle lane of the ice, where another team member intercepts it.
His teammate fakes one way and then buries the puck behind the goalie in the opposite direction, so fast I can barely comprehend what just happened.
Holy shit, this team is good. And Benji is matching their talent in stride.
The red light goes off, a horn blares, and the roar of the crowd borders on deafening.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I know it’s from Bella.
She and Paul are watching the game at home, and she’s been texting me every time Benji is out on the ice, telling me they’re cheering him on.
They must have just seen his fantastic assist. I know Andi and Grant did.
She’s screaming, he is hollering, and the energy all around us is so contagious I feel drunk on it.
I twist in my seat to meet Andi’s gaze, and from her grin I can tell she feels the same. Yeah, we could get used to this whole professional hockey thing.
I’m still riding the high later that night when Benji arrives back home.
Minnesota took home the win, and he had not one, but two assists.
I could tell by the end of the game that he’d settled into his rhythm, celebrating with his new line – which, to my delight and Grant’s, included Jordie.
I’m sure he received all sorts of celebratory words from the team after they left the ice.
I’m excited to celebrate with him now, too.
“Come in!” I call out, rushing to my bedroom.
I leave the door open a crack and dart over to the bed, situating myself on it.
I attempt to strike a seductive pose, but quickly pivot as I begin sliding off the pillow.
The door to my apartment closes, and I hear Benji’s footsteps as he enters, then pauses.
Winny's skittering footsteps tell me he was excited to be the first one to greet Benji.
“I’m in here!” I shout, opting to simply tuck myself under the covers.
The door to my bedroom opens, and Benji pops in, his hair still damp from his shower. He has his suit back on, and he looks puzzled. “Were you sleeping?”
“Not exactly,” I say. I try to make it sound sultry, but it comes out phlegmy. Good god, I really am not good at this. I clear my throat. “I was waiting. To celebrate your win.”
He smiles down at me, the innocent lump in bed. “I can’t believe we won tonight.”
His tone is laced with triumph, and I feel a secondhand pride swell up in me on his behalf. He worked so hard for this, and it makes me beyond happy to see him reaping the fruits of his labor.
“You were a big part of that, Benji.” I shift the blanket down a notch, showing a glimpse of one breast, covered in pink lace. Benji’s eyes snap to the movement, and he stills.
“I just hope it doesn’t mean you’re too tired to celebrate…in other ways.” The blanket pools at my waist, exposing both of my lace-clad breasts to him. It’s just see-through enough that I know he can see my nipples, and from the way he licks his lips, I know he likes what he sees.
“Oh, I’m never too tired for that kind of celebration.
” He prowls forward, shrugging his suit jacket off in one deft motion.
He’s already got his shirt untucked from his pants in the two strides it takes him to get to the side of my bed.
In response, I remove the blanket entirely, flashing my matching lace underwear directly in his line of sight.
“This is the only thing that could possibly make this night more perfect,” he says, his voice husky.
His eyes rake over me, and I flush at the admiration and hunger in his gaze.
He makes me feel so wanted, so treasured.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of him. The thought both scares and thrills me.
All thoughts leave my head, however, as he wraps his hands around my thighs and tugs me to the edge of the bed. “You stay right here while I catch up,” he growls, unbuttoning his shirt. “Don’t move a muscle.”
There’s a feral gleam in his eyes as he undresses, and it sends a molten heat searing down to my core.
I love how he changes ever so slightly during sex; his words becoming more crass, his movements choppy and intense.
Never enough to feel unsafe, but just enough to feel the carnal desire he doesn’t bother to hide.
When he’s down to his briefs, he kneels at the side of the bed, coaxing my legs open.
He drags a finger across my panties, down over my core, and I shiver at the touch.
He drags his finger back up and hooks both pointer fingers over the sides of my panties, dragging them down in one swift movement. Then he pauses, gazing at me.
“No, no, this won’t do.” He shakes his head and rises. I rise with him, feeling panic shoot through my veins.
“What? What is it?”
He gets on the bed and reaches for me, tugging me to him until I’m straddling him. “I need you to sit on my face.”
I stare at him. “Sit on your face?”
He nods, his gaze heated. “Get over here and sit on me, baby. I want you to come in my mouth.”
My heart thrums at his words and I scan the space between us, thinking. Finally, I grab the headboard with both hands and situate myself over him, listening as he murmurs encouraging words, his hands running over my bare legs as I move.
His nose brushes the inside of my thigh, and I shudder, my knees going weak at the touch. I pause, hovering over him. “Should I stop here?”
An impatient sound rumbles in his throat, and his hands grip my waist, pulling me down further against his face. “I swear to god, L. Don’t. You. Dare. Stop.”
After just a moment’s hesitation, I settle down onto his face, leaning into his warm lips. The second he starts moving his mouth against me, I don’t even bother stifling the whimper that escapes me.
I can tell from the way his hands tighten on me that he heard the noise, and before I can ask if I’m suffocating him, his tongue lashes against me. Any thought I had leaves my brain as my eyes roll back, the pleasure overtaking everything else.
I grind against him, encouraged by the hard strokes of his tongue, chasing the mounting feeling soaring inside me. Benji hums deeply in approval, and the vibration sends me even higher.
“I’m gonna–” My voice cuts off on a gasp as Benji sucks my clit into his mouth. “Fuck, Benji, I’m going to –”
Before I can finish my sentence, I explode, the burning pleasure shooting through my body and pulsing down my spine.
I collapse shamelessly against Benji, but he doesn’t seem at all bothered by it.
Instead, when I slip off to his side, still catching my breath, he grins wolfishly at me, wiping his glistening face.
Somehow, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“God, I love the way you scream my name.” He kicks off his underwear, his cock springing loose, hard and ready. I eye him greedily, even though I’m still winded from seconds before. He shifts over me, his eyes burning as he takes me in.
“I love the way your mouth works,” I whisper, stupidly, but he gives an unsteady laugh against my skin as he kisses his way down my body, lining himself up with my entrance.
“Do you love how this works?” he asks, hooking one of my legs around his waist.
I nod emphatically, and he grins, but the second he pushes inside me, the grin dissolves and he groans. “Shit. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I can’t manage a response, so I simply squeeze around him in answer, pulling another curse from him.
He withdraws, almost to the tip, and then thrusts back in, so hard that I don’t think either of us breathe for a moment.
Then he picks up the pace, angling me so that he goes deeper, answering my whispered pleas for harder and faster until I’m not even sure I’m saying words, just garbled cries of pleasure.
When I come for a second time, he follows me over that edge, and between his ragged breaths I hear my name pass his lips in a low murmur.
I think I love the way he says my name, too.