Tending Her Heart – By Allie Lasky #3
I bite down gently on her nipple and she cries out, her head tossed back.
“Yeah, I’m going to need you to stop,” I tell her. My voice comes out low and rough like sandpaper.
Audrey arches an eyebrow. “Oh? You don’t want me to be loud?”
“Fuck, scream all you want.” My hands grasp her hips, pulling her down onto my cock. “Unless you want to ride me, I’m going to need you to stop bouncing on my dick before I come in my fucking pants.”
“What if I want to ride you?” She cocks her head.
My cock twitches, and I know she feels it against her core, because a slow smirk spreads over her face.
Tossing her to the bed beside me, I flick the button on her shorts and then the zipper, pulling the tiny tab down. She shimmies out of the denim. She doesn’t even let me get a chance to admire her little satin panties before she’s tossing them away, too.
Audrey is naked in my bed. This is not a drill.
Her tantalizing curves are on display. Greedily, I drink in the shape of her hips and the swell of her belly. There are silvery stretch marks on her curves and a surgical scar on her stomach—it looks like an appendix incision.
She moves to close her legs, but I settle between her thighs and push them apart.
Her pretty pink pussy is already wet. A light layer of hair covers her sex and her inner thighs, like she’s between wax appointments.
It’s softer than if she shaved. Hairy or bare, I don’t care. I love it all the same.
Lowering my mouth to her, I give her an experimental lick. Her musky flavor erupts on my tongue and my eyes roll back into my head as I dive in. Her rich taste makes my blood soar.
Audrey moans and relaxes her thighs, letting them fall open.
She threads her hands through my hair and adjusts me a little to the left.
I suck her clit into my mouth as I slip two fingers inside her.
Her silky channel pulses around me, stealing my breath away.
I can only imagine how good it will feel when it’s my cock.
She’s vocal and I absolutely love it. She pulls on my hair, grinding her perfect pussy on my face. When her pussy clenches and her walls start to flutter, she calls out my name. Loudly. Repeatedly. With a pleased smile on my face, I give her exactly what she wants, what she needs.
I kiss the inside of her thighs, nuzzling her soft skin. And when she comes down from her high, I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my lips for one last taste of her honey.
Audrey lets out a soft moan. She grabs my wrist, drawing me up the bed until I’m laying beside her. Reaching for me, she wraps her body around mine, our legs tangling as she kisses me breathless.
Her hands fumble for my shorts, tugging down the material until my cock springs free. She wraps her hand around my length and it’s my turn to moan. Precum leaks from the head of my cock and she rubs her thumb over the slit, catching it and spreading the stickiness over my cock.
My hips punch forward automatically. I duck my head to kiss her. Her tongue tangles with mine. She shifts her other hand to cup my balls, stroking over the sensitive sack.
Electricity shoots down my spine and I have to force her hand away.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” Audrey says. She rolls onto her back, her fingers diving between her legs and delving into her core.
I hate every fucking moment I have to be out of the bed. Digging through my toiletry bag, I come up with a strip and tear off one before returning to her—where I belong.
Audrey grabs the foil square and rips it open. She slides the latex circle over my length and then gives me a slow, firm stroke. I nearly combust from that alone.
Nudging her onto her back, I brace myself above her. Her hand snakes between us and positions the head of my cock at her entrance.
“Fuck me, Seb,” she says, looking up at me with her doe eyes. “Please.”
“If you insist.”
Sliding smoothly inside her, it takes everything in me to get control of myself.
Her tight, silky heat feels so fucking good.
My heart thumps against my ribcage. I lower myself down until our torsos are pressed together, chest to chest. I swear I can feel the answering thud of her heart against mine.
As I withdraw and thrust back inside, her eyes roll back in her head. She arches her back and clenches around me. Her fingers dig into my back, her nails leaving sending little pinpricks of pain through me that only serve to make me harder.
I fuck her steadily, the bed frame banging against the wall. I almost feel sorry for whoever has the hotel room next door.
Audrey wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into the backs of my thighs as I pound into her. She calls out my name, letting everyone in this goddamn hotel know exactly who’s the luckiest guy in the world.
AUDREY
I thought I knew what I was getting into with Seb. His sinful smile promised me dirty, dirty things. Naked things.
And so far, he’s delivered on every promise.
It’s usually pretty difficult for me to come, much less twice, but already I feel a second one building deep in the pit of my belly. I pinch my nipples and tug at them, losing myself to whatever feels good.
Sliding a hand between our bodies, I circle my clit. Seb nudges my hand away, replacing it with his. He touches me exactly the way I need, firm pressure mixed with hard thrusts.
He kisses the side of my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot beneath my jaw. A scream bubbles up within me.
“Seb!” It overtakes me, waves of pleasure coursing through me. I’m helpless to the sensations wracking my body. I almost sob, it feels so good. In fact, I think a tear gets loose. It trickles out of my eye and down my cheek.
He kisses the apple of my cheek, directly over the tear.
“There’s no crying in baseball,” he says, his voice rough and gravelly.
I laugh, my pussy contracting around his hard length buried deep inside of me. He groans, his cock flexing within me.
“It’s a good thing,” I assure him. I hitch my legs higher around his waist.
He cups my cheek, his eyes boring into mine.
He must see whatever he’s looking for because he nods and gives me a quick, hard kiss.
Rising onto his elbows, he pulls out and thrusts into me.
I relax into the pillows, helpless to his ministrations.
He buries his face in my neck. It doesn’t take long before he goes tense above me.
“Audrey,” he whispers, a plea on his lips.
This is more than simply sex. Whatever connection we share, it’s bigger than the physical. I barely know the guy. I don’t even know his last name.
But my soul knows his.
Seb hasn’t even pulled out of me when there’s an electronic beep and a bang as the hotel room door slams open.
“Hey, asshole,” a man says, his voice preceding him into the room.
Seb slips his softening cock out of me and covers my body with his.
“Luke,” he barks. “Can you give me a minute?”
The guy—Luke—finally comes into view. He gulps and covers his hand with his eyes.
“Shit, Seb,” he snaps. “Put it away.”
Blindly reaching on the floor, Seb hands me my shirt. He deals with the condom and slips into his shorts before he finds mine.
It might be the quickest I’ve ever gotten dressed. My face flames. How am I supposed to get out of here?
“Are you decent?” Luke asks. He lowers his hand, his eyes squeezed shut.
“What the fuck do you want?” Seb snaps.
“Dad got a call,” Luke says.
“So?” Seb wrangles his shirt over his head.
“Your name’s on the trade block.”
My stomach sinks. I take in Luke’s Charlotte Hockey t-shirt. I didn’t notice before; Seb’s shirt has the logo for the Minnesota team on it.
“There’s always rumors,” Seb says dismissively. “Can you give us a few moments?”
“Dude, the call was from the head coach,” Luke says. “I think this thing is real.”
“Okay. So I’ll deal with it,” he says. “Seriously, I need a minute here.”
Luke looks me over with interest now that I’m fully dressed. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever.” He turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
Seb looks at me, chagrined. “I’m sorry about him. That’s not how I wanted this to go.”
I swallow my fears. “I need to know.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Anything.”
“Your brother is a hockey player.”
Guarded, he nods.
“Your dad has a call from a head coach. About you?”
He winces. “Yeah.”
“And your work thing…”
Seb clears his throat. “What are you asking?”
“Please tell me you don’t play hockey,” I whisper.
He winces. “I can’t do that.”
“Fuck. Fuck .” Searching the room, I find one shoe and slip it on. Where’s the other?
“Audrey. Is my job really that big a deal?”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
He snorts. “Yeah, because boasting is a surefire way to get a woman into bed.”
Whirling around, I stare at him with my hands on my hips. “Is that all this is? Only sex?”
“I don’t want it to be,” he says slowly. “But I’m guessing by whatever’s freaking you out…”
“I don’t fuck with hockey players,” I snap. “I can’t.”
“Audrey—“
“Fuck. I’m so screwed.” I pace back and forth. My dad is going to kill me.
He catches my arm. “Hey. Is it really that big a deal?”
“Yeah. It is.” I wrench away.
“Audrey…”
I shake my head. “No. You don’t get to do that. Don’t use that voice with me.”
“What voice?”
“The I’ve seen you naked voice.”
He steps closer to me. “But I have seen you naked.”
I look away.
“What’s the problem?”
“My dad. He’s…”
“He’s not a fan of hockey?”
“Worse,” I whisper. “He works in it.”
“So do I,” he laughs. “My whole family does.” He pauses. “He’s not a GM?”
“No. He’s a coach.”
“Oh, cool.” His voice is hollow.
I stiffen. “You’re not going to ask who he is? Try to get tickets or ask for a tryout?”
He laughs. “Baby, I’m an NHL player. I don’t need your dad to get me a roster spot. I have one all on my own.”
My stomach sinks. He’s definitely off-limits if he plays for a different team than my dad coaches. The only thing that would make him even more off-limits is if he played for Boston.