33. Bennett
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
BENNETT
My back slams against my bedroom door the second it closes, and Merritt’s on me, moaning against my mouth, her fingers yanking at my tie, trying to loosen it.
Jesus, this is so fucking hot. I have no clue why she’s suddenly pouncing on me like I didn’t have my tongue in every hole in her body before I left for the arena earlier today.
I barely got her to the stairs before she started trying to take my clothes off. Don’t get me wrong, this might be the literal best day of my life, but I’m not going to fuck her over the railing where my idiot best friends could walk in.
I’m into a wide range of shit, subjectively, but sharing my girl is not one of those things.
She gives up trying to get my tie off and instead moves straight down to my belt, unbuckling and tugging it free. The metal clanks and rattles together, but she manages to get my pants unbuttoned and her hand down my briefs in three seconds flat.
Of fucking course, my cock is already hard and threatening to bust through my pants because I’m currently getting mauled by my girlfriend for reasons I’m not quite sure of yet.
But I’m not questioning shiiiiit.
Nah, do your thing, baby.
Her small hand closes around my dick, and she pumps me, squeezing hard, just the way I like it.
I groan into her mouth, and then she’s gone.
Poof.
When I peel my eyes open, I see her dropping to her knees, and a strangled breath tears out of me. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Goalie?” she smarts, staring up at me through her dark lashes. “I’m showing my boyfriend how horny I am after watching him on the ice tonight. I was wet all night.”
Fuck me.
My brows shoot up. “You are? You were?”
“Mhm,” she retorts cheekily, lightly dragging the tips of her fingers across my dick. A shiver shoots down my spine. “You were so sexy out there. All I could think about was getting home to do this.”
I want to get to the this part right now.
Right the fuck now.
Sliding her fingers up to the waistband, she tugs my briefs down, freeing my cock. It bobs right in front of her face, hard and heavy, demanding attention like he’s running the show.
Her small hand circles the base, and she holds my eyes as she sticks her tongue out and licks my cock like it’s a fucking lollipop, then slowly drags her tongue over the thick bead of cum dripping from the slit.
I almost fall to my knees when she slowly trails her tongue along the underside, over the sensitive ridge beneath my head, and down to my balls, where she sucks on them.
My freaky girl.
God, I fucking love her.
I want to tell her I love her right now, but if I do that, she’ll think it’s only because she’s got my balls in her mouth.
I can’t say I love you for the first time when she’s got a mouthful of balls.
It has nothing to do with that.
I mean, okay, fine… a tiny bit, but I loved her before this.
Clearly, I’m not thinking rationally, and it’s because of the previously stated. Literally, my brain’s already fucking short-circuiting, and she hasn’t even put my dick in her mouth yet.
Just seeing her perched on her knees, still wearing my jersey, her eyes shining with eagerness while eyeing my cock hungrily, is more than enough to accomplish a misfiring.
From where she’s got me pinned against the door, I have a perfect view of the full mirror across from us, watching as her lips wrap around the head of my cock. Warm, wet heat envelops me as she slowly slides me into her mouth.
I’m fighting a war trying to keep my eyes open, to keep watching as she puts my entire cock down her throat. To relish in her wearing my name on her back while she does something so filthy and so fucking hot.
Reaching for her head, my fingers tangle in her soft, silky hair, and I do something that I have been dreaming about for fucking months.
I wind the long strands in my fist, gripping her tightly.
Her response is to moan, low and needy, stealing my goddamn breath.
Slowly, I flex my hips forward, pushing deeper in her mouth, my restraint fraying, thinning until there’s nothing left.
She gags when I hit the back of her throat, and I immediately pull out. “Shit, baby.” My voice cracks. “I’m sorr—”
The apology dies on my tongue when she grips the base of my cock and feeds me back into her hot, wet mouth and takes every inch down her throat.
A ragged groan rumbles out of my chest. “Jesus, fuuuck, Merritt.”
I can feel her throat working, and my balls tighten, the desperate need to empty every drop of my cum down her throat so powerful that I nearly sway on my feet.
She pulls off with a pop when it’s too much, when she’s gasping for air, gathering the saliva that’s trailing from the tip of my dick to her mouth and spreading it over the head.
She gives extra attention to the most sensitive part of me by swirling her tongue along the weeping slit, then tracing the ridge on the underside, licking the vein that runs down my length like she’s following a path.
I love how confident she is. The way she doesn’t second-guess herself or worry if I’m into something. She just does it, and fuck, it is so sexy.
I can’t get enough.
My fingers curl in her hair as she sucks me back into her mouth, and I use it to guide her up and down, thrusting deep.
Fucking her throat like the dirty girl she is.
“So fucking good,” I pant when she swallows around me, and my spine tingles, blinding hot pleasure pooling in the base. “I’m gonna come.”
Any goddamn second. She feels too good, too perfect, that I can’t hold it.
Suddenly, she pulls off my cock and stares up at me through her dark, thick lashes. “On my face.”
Oh Christ.
Fuck me.
On her fucking face?
My girlfriend just let me fuck her throat and then is telling me to come on her face. I think she’s my soulmate.
I fist my cock tightly, pumping while Merritt sits back on her heels and sticks her tongue out like it’s a fucking landing strip for my cum.
It sends me over the edge, hurdling into a climax so powerful my toes curl in my loafers, and I fucking roar.
“Fuuuuuuck!”
I jerk my cock, coming on her face, and she moans as my cum spills onto her lips, her cheeks, her waiting tongue, covering her.
Making a complete goddamn mess.
She sweeps her finger along her lips and gathers a taste of cum, shoving it into her mouth and sucking hungrily on her fingers.
I’m pretty sure I’ve just died.
When my balls are empty and I’m a hundred percent sure that I’ve branded this memory into my head for all of eternity, I drop my head back against the door and drag in an exhausted breath.
“That was hot. Let’s do it again.” Merritt giggles, and I lift my head to look down at her.
“Baby, trust me when I say I can’t fucking wait,” I murmur in disbelief and pure awe, honestly. “But I’m going to need a minute or two because you just sucked the soul out of me.”
A pleased smile sits on her lips. “You’re welcome, Goalie. Good game tonight.”
Perfect. She’s goddamn perfect.
Who knew I’d suddenly have a reason to be even more motivated to play well?
I shrug out of my suit jacket, button-down, and undershirt and then use it to clean her up, tossing it all in the hamper when I’m done.
I pick Merritt up off the floor and carry her to my bed, gently setting her down on the top.
“Now that you’ve given me my first religious experience of the night, it’s your turn.”
She smiles cheekily, watching as I pull off those cute little combat boots of hers, then work on the short black skirt and tights.
I’m considering leaving the jersey on because I think I’m developing a new kink, but…
I want her naked and spread out in front of me so I can have my wicked way with her.
She sits up so I can pull it over her head, and then I see exactly what she meant earlier at the arena about what she had on beneath it.
“Baby.”
My voice is hoarse and tight with desire, my gaze raking down every inch of her creamy skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
A flush moves to her cheeks, and she grins, biting her bottom lip as she sits up on her elbows. “You like it?”
“Nah,” I rasp. “I fucking love it.”
I’m going to be completely honest, I have no idea what you’d even call the black scraps of lace and satin she’s wearing.
All I know is that the fabric is molded around her tits, thin straps crossing over the swells.
There’s a sheer material covering her nipples, and I can see the tight, peaked buds beneath, making my mouth fucking water.
Her panties match the top, with a strap that wraps across her hips and is secured to the waistband of her panties. More sheer fabric covers the front of her pussy, and I can see her clit peeking out from her lips.
I don’t even have words right now.
Thoughts.
Breath.
It’s been siphoned from my lungs by the wicked little thing who’s got her fingers sweeping wickedly along the fabric of her panties, dipping beneath the sexy strap of lingerie on her stomach, and then lower to the spot between her thighs.
“There were garters, but I was worried someone would see them beneath my skirt.”
I hum, still trying to form words.
A beat passes, and I can’t decide where to look. Every goddamn thing is so sexy that I’m like a ping-pong ball bouncing on the walls.
“Well?”
My eyes snap to hers, and she’s got a playful lilt to her lips, her brow lifted. “What do you think? You haven’t said anything.”
“You broke my brain, baby.”
Merritt’s head falls back on her shoulders as she giggles. She sits up and crawls across to the edge of the bed where I’m standing.
She glides her hand down my chest and rakes her fingernails lightly over my abs, making them twitch, and then down across my cock, which is already hard again, causing me to hiss.
Then she grabs my hand and brings it to the front of her panties. Warm, damp fabric meets me, and I groan, snapping out of my stupor.