Cayden
TWENTY-THREE
My eyes drift over her body in that oversized t-shirt, and every warning sign that I’m treading on dangerous territory vanishes the moment I see her.
Her face is free of any makeup, and her hair is piled high into a messy bun.
She has the natural beauty most women would die for.
There is nothing fake or bought on this body.
The exact opposite of what surrounds me most nights after a game.
It’s refreshing and sexy as hell to me to see Luna in her natural state.
I was surprised how badly it felt like a punch to the gut when she said she was leaving, but what did I expect? Her to climb into bed with me and cuddle all night when I made it clear it’s just sex?
It still is just sex, I remind myself. We’re helping each other out with our…blocked energies, as she would call it. I’ll be out of my head in games, and she’ll be out of hers for dance.
It’s a win-win.
“You rang?” I smirk, taking my hands off the door and sauntering in.
The door closes behind me, and she tucks her hair behind her ear.
She’s nervous.
“I know my room isn’t as nice as yours…” she starts to ramble, and I cut her off.
“You think that bothers me?” I ask, furrowing my brow. “I don’t care about how much money you do or don’t make.”
“Well, in that case, let me pour you a drink from my fine selection at my bar,” she laughs, walking over to the mini-fridge.
When she bends over, I get a glimpse of bare ass, and my dick definitely likes what it sees as I feel myself harden.
Pulling out two small tequilas, she pours them into a glass and hands me one.
“To booty calls,” she cheers, clinking her glass to mine.
“To booty calls,” I murmur, throwing back the shot.
She does the same, and I watch as her tongue swipes a drop of tequila on her bottom lip.
“You missed a spot,” I rumble, closing the distance between us and running my tongue over the exact same spot hers had just been.
Our glasses clatter on the table behind her as we hurriedly set them down.
My fingers dive into her hair as my tongue invades her mouth. The intoxicating taste of tequila mixed with her is a dangerous combination, as I enjoy the taste of her.
I feel her hands run up my back under my shirt, her fingernails grazing my skin as her lips meet my eager demands.
Backing her up, her ass hits the table, and I lift her, stepping between her legs. As soon as I make contact with her pussy, she moans against my lips and wraps her legs around my waist.
My hands drop to her thighs as I run them up and grab the hem of her t-shirt, breaking away just long enough to pull it over her head as she scrambles to get rid of mine before our lips meet again.
Traveling down her neck, I kiss and suck my way down until I reach what I really want to enjoy.
Her breasts are full and round with tight pink nipples that are just begging for my touch. Swiping the glasses away behind her, they fall on the carpet with a soft thud as I push her back onto the table.
She watches me through hooded eyes, her breath coming out in steady, even pants as I watch her tits rise and fall.
“You’re beautiful,” I find myself whispering before I can stop myself. It feels like I’m crossing a line, but I can’t help it. She makes me feel things that I don’t want to, but yet, I keep finding myself running right back to her.
Lowering my head, my tongue swirls around her pink bud before drawing it deeply. She arches her back as her fingers dive into my hair, gripping hard and keeping me there.
I feast on her breasts until she is writhing beneath me and whimpering my name.
Hauling her back up, our lips meet again, and when I feel her hands at my waistband, I groan when she sets me free.
She wraps her hand around my swollen cock and slowly starts to pump me, losing all sense of reality. Her touch feels so goddamn good that all I want is more.
“I want to taste you,” she murmurs against my lips. “That was the itch I had. I want to give you what you gave me…three times, I might add,” her dimpled cheek smiles.
“I am your booty call this time around,” I remind her. “What you want is what you get.”
Taking a step back, I remove my shoes and drop my grey sweats to the floor. My cock is more than ready as it juts in the air completely at her mercy.
Her hungry eyes take me in as she scrambles off the table before dropping to her knees in front of me.
Fuck Me.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this exact moment in my head for days. I’ve jacked off to this fantasy image in my head more times than I can count, trying to get her out of my system.
Nothing, though, comes close to the real thing as she licks her full lips and looks up at me. I may never be the same after this, and I don’t even know if I want to be.
When her tongue darts out and tastes my pre-cum it takes everything in me not to thrust into her mouth and roughly take her.
I want her to set the pace, though. This is what she texted me here for, and I want her to take what she needs.
“I’ve…I’ve only done this a couple of times,” she admits, her breath fanning my skin. “I’m worried I won’t be as good as some of the girls you’ve been with.”
“Luna, look at me,” I say, reaching down and lifting her chin to meet my gaze.
Her lips are still swollen from our kiss, and her wide, innocent eyes make my heart thud a little bit harder in my chest. “Trust me when I tell you, there’s nothing I won’t enjoy when it comes to you.
If anything, you should be worried that I’m enjoying it too much,” I quietly admit the truth that’s been plaguing me.
“Why would I worry about that?” She half laughs.
“Because I’ll selfishly end up keeping you as my booty call when I know you deserve better.”
“I’m rather enjoying being your booty call at the moment. How about we worry about the rest later?” She murmurs, redirecting her attention to my dick.
I don’t have time to respond because her full lips wrap around me, and I’m deep inside her mouth on my next breath.
“Jesus,” I rasp, digging my fingers into her hair. My head dips back as I close my eyes, just savoring the feel of her lips on me.
She takes me deep, and I touch the back of her throat, and my grip tightens in her hair. It feels better than anything I ever could have imagined.
“Just like that, little moon,” I rasp, and her moan vibrates off my dick, causing a deep feral need to stir inside me.
My praise turned her on.
I watch her head bob over me, and her thighs press together.
She loved it rough earlier…
I test her out a bit and pull her hair slightly, guiding her a little bit more roughly onto me. Her fingernails dig into my ass as she brings me to the back of her throat again.
I groan from the pleasure tightening in my balls. I’ve never gotten this close to cumming so fast in my life.
Not ready to let her go just yet, I hold back my orgasm and focus on her pleasure, wanting her dripping for me by the time she is done.
“My cock was made to be inside of your naughty little mouth,” I growl. “Does it make you wet to feel how hard you make me?”
She quivers at my words as she whimpers against my dick.
“I’m going to take you rougher now,” I grunt. “I want you to tap my leg if you need me to stop.”
“Show me,” I say, when her head slightly moves, wanting to make sure she understands.
Two fingers tap my leg, and I smile.
“Good girl,” I praise again, earning a moan around my cock in return.
I guide her harder down my length, and I watch to make sure she’s adjusting to the rougher movements. Saliva runs down the side of her mouth and drips onto her thighs, coating my dick beautifully as it slides back out before disappearing again.
When her hand moves between her legs to touch herself, that’s all it takes for me to thrust to the back of her throat and release in a violent rush.
Motherfucker.
My vision darkens as I pump into her mouth with a force that nearly drops me to my knees.
Sweat glistens on my chest, and my breathing is haggard as she slowly releases me with a pop. She wipes the corner of her mouth and gives me a smug look. “I take it you enjoyed it?”
“Enjoy doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I say in a gruff tone, lifting her from the floor and tossing her on the bed.
She laughs with a flop, but quickly widens her eyes when she sees the hunger in mine.
“My turn, little moon. After what you just did to me, you earned yourself a reward,” I gleam, walking over to her and knowing without a doubt I’m in way over my head, but I can’t find the strength to pull back.
Not from her.
Not from this.
Not when she’s looking at me like that…flushed, breathless, completely wrecked from what she just did to me.
Mine.
The word burns in the back of my head, but I shove it away where I don’t have to face it.
Crawling over her, I cage her with my arms as my gaze wanders down the length of her body laid out beneath me. Her thighs press together like she’s trying to find relief, and it sends another thrill through me that I can make her this turned on.
I drag my knuckles down the inside of her thighs before spreading her wide. When my hand feels how wet she is, a small smile plays on my lips.
“Somebody enjoyed having my cock in their mouth.” I swipe through her arousal and bring my finger to my lips as I suck it off. “So fucking good,” I moan.
She swallows hard, and her green eyes darken in a lustful need.
Flipping her over suddenly so she’s on top, I point above my head.
“Crawl to the headboard,” I say, my voice low and in control.
“What?” She says above me, caging me in on all fours as she stares down at me wide-eyed.
“You heard me.”
She looks confused as she scrunches up her cute nose, but slowly starts to crawl over me until she reaches the headboard, putting herself in the perfect position for what I want.
“Just like that,” I murmur, my mouth watering at the sight.
“I don’t see…”
I shut her up in seconds as I slam her pussy onto my face.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, as her hands come up to grab the headboard as I devour her.
There’s not an ounce of her pussy that I don’t taste…that I don’t ravish.
My teeth and tongue are everywhere as I rub her against my scruff, knowing the friction will drive her mad.
She starts to ride my face, and I moan in pleasure as I squeeze her ass harder, locking her to me.
It doesn’t take her long before she’s crying out my name as I suck her clit hard and lap up every bit of her orgasm that I can.
When her thighs quit trembling and her body starts to sag, I finally release my grip, and she rolls off of me, collapsing by my side.
“Jesus, Cayden,” she pants. “Are you trying to ruin it for all other men?”
The thought of her with another man doesn’t sit well with me, as a possessive streak runs through my body so forceful that it completely blindsides me.
I rub the ache in my chest that suddenly appears and try to play it off. “I hate to break it to you, but you just had excellence. Not to mention I’m the top NHL goalie in the league,” I smirk. “You’ve reached your peak. It can only go downhill in life after me.”
“You really are a cocky bastard, aren’t you?” She laughs before shifting on her side to face me.
“I’ve been called worse,” I chuckle, smacking her on the ass and walking to the bathroom to relieve myself. I feel her eyes on me the whole way and find myself smiling again.
I’ve laughed more times tonight than I have for the past three years.
Besides my daughter and Mae, and a few players on the team, I’m usually closed off to everyone else and don’t so much as crack a smile. It’s unsettling how much she pulls it out of me without even trying.
After taking care of business, I walk back into the room to find Luna buried under the covers on her side, sound asleep.
It would be so easy to crawl under there with her and bring her warm body to mine. The fact that I’m even considering it has me looking for my clothes. Being careful not to wake her, I throw on my sweats and t-shirt before tying my gym shoes.
I hesitate by the bed before reaching down and brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. Even in sleep, I can’t stop staring at her. She’s given me more tonight than she will ever know, lifting a dark cloud that’s been looming over my head for years.
Before I change my mind and stay, I leave her room quietly, afraid the part of me I’d spent three years protecting never walked out that door with me.