Chapter 36
thirty-six
INDIGO
Waking up in Sebastian Navarro’s arms will never cease to be magical. He’s somehow both firm and soft, the dips in his muscles the perfect places to rest my cheek and hands. He is strength and tenderness, an escape and home.
“Mmm.” Hot breath fans across my forehead. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning.” Not ready to let him go and get up for the day, I hold tighter to his waist and press my body closer, molding the softness of my curves to the firm planes of him.
We don’t have long together this morning since the team has to leave for game three against Edmonton, and once we leave the warmth of this bed, the timer has started.
Bash’s arms tighten around me, and my stomach flutters when he inhales deeply, his face buried in my hair.
“Are you sniffing me?”
“Yep. Wish I could bottle you and take you with me on the road.” He shifts, causing his hardness to press into my lower belly, and heat floods me.
“I wish you could pack me in your suitcase and take me with.”
“You know, I could try to buy you and Lola tickets.” He groans on the last word as I reach down and palm his length. “Fuck, baby.”
“Lola doesn’t have her passport, and I don’t want you spending that kind of money.” I kiss his chest and slip my hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. His dick jumps as I wrap my fingers around the length of his shaft, enjoying the silky feel of his skin against mine.
“I don’t care about money. Only you.” He groans again, his hips angling toward me as I stroke and squeeze him. “Jesus, Indie. Feels so good.”
“Good. I’m going to send you off the right way.” My heart hammers in my chest and my mouth waters as I move to my knees and drag the boxers off Bash’s hips. He lifts off the mattress to make it easier for me, leaving him completely naked and hard before me.
He’s perfection.
I wish I wasn’t aware of the way my stomach rolls and bulges when I bend over him.
I wish I wasn’t worried that he’s distracted by my dimpled ass as I stick out my tongue and run it around his crown.
He thinks I’m beautiful. He likes my body.
Every single time he touches me or sees me, he tells me that.
But the cruel words people have written about me play softly in the background of my thoughts, and I fucking hate it.
I don’t want to be this person anymore.
“God, baby, look at you. So pretty.” He gasps when I take him into my mouth and suck. “Fuck. So perfect, sucking my cock.”
When his fingers tangle in my hair, I hum around him. The sharp little bite of pain when he fists it overrides the critical voices that have become my own. It’s perfect.
“More,” I mumble around him.
His hips buck, making me gag. “Shit. Sorry, baby. What do you want more of?”
“Pull my hair,” I say, gasping as I pull off of him and meet his eyes. They’re hooded and dark, watching me like I’m the most beautiful sight he’s ever beheld.
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. And I kind of like a little pain.” I suck in a breath, hesitating. “It gets me out of my head.”
Sebastian’s eyes go soft, and he strokes his free hand over my cheeks while the other tightens in my hair. “Okay. But if it’s too much, you tell me, understand? I never want to hurt you.”
Of course, he doesn’t. He never did, did he?
I’m the one who hurt us both.
I nod, keeping eye contact as I lower my head and take him into my mouth again. The way Bash’s eyes flutter makes me so damn wet. He’s always so steady and controlled, watching him lose himself in the pleasure I’m giving is addictive, and I make it my mission to help him lose control.
Taking him as deep as I can, I swirl my tongue around the length of him.
Then I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft and squeeze rhythmically while I lick and suck him.
Salty musk overwhelms my senses, and though I’ve never been a huge fan of giving head, I lose myself in giving pleasure to Sebastian.
Maybe I just wasn’t a fan of the men I tried this with before.
Because it’s always only been him.
“Oh, damn, baby.” Sebastian’s hold on my hair tightens. “I’m close. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
I disagree.
My body hums with arousal as I work him, licking and sucking, hollowing out my cheeks to take him over the edge. His grip changes, and instead of gently pushing me down his length, he tries to pull me off. I don’t let him.
“Indie. Please.”
My teeth graze the edge of his crown as I release him long enough to look him in the eyes and say, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
Sebastian groans like he’s in pain, his eyes falling shut as he bangs his head against the pillow. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I’ve been imagining this for ten years. Shut up and fuck my mouth.”
“You’re going to kill me.” His dick jumps in my hand as I run my thumb through a drop of pre-cum beading at his slit. “But what a way to go.”
Chuckling, I lick the length of him before taking him back into my mouth.
The world blurs around the edges. Color drains from everything but him.
Every moan, every shift of his hips spurs me on, and I let them guide me.
I take him deeper, sucking him hard before easing off and running my tongue around his shaft.
When he seems like he’s getting close, I change it up, pulling him back from the edge just enough to prolong my fun. I can’t tell if he loves or hates me for it because his words are a garbled, incoherent mess.
I’m aching. My hips move instinctively, searching for friction. Giving head has never turned me on like this. But this is Sebastian. The boy I loved. The man I longed for. Everything is different with him.
“Stop, baby. Stop.” He tugs on my hair, and I look up to find him panting and glassy-eyed. “Turn around and straddle my face. I want to lick your pussy. Wanna make you come too.”
I’d been lost in his pleasure and my own, but his request sends a jolt of ice through my veins.
Seeing my hesitation, Sebastian growls low in his throat. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop. Now be a good girl and do as I say. Panties off, pussy over my face. Now.”
When I still hesitate, he sits up. “Do you really not want to?”
“What if I suffocate you?” I whisper.
A wicked smile curves Sebastian’s lips. “Then I’ll die a happy man.”
“Shut up,” I say, swatting his chest. Mine feels like it’s about to cave in.
“Indigo Rose Bloom, listen to me and listen good. I bench more than you weigh every single day. Multiple reps. I have pucks flying at my head at ninety miles an hour every game. You couldn’t suffocate me if you wanted to.” His smile grows even more wicked. “Only if I wanted you to.”
“Oh my god.” My face burns, and I cover it with my hands.
“Now, it’s entirely up to you, but I would really like it if you would turn around and sit on my face while you finish sucking my dick.”
Closing my eyes, I suck in a deep breath and hold it for a count of ten, then I reach down and pull my panties off.
“That’s my Rosebud,” he says. His fingers dig into my hips as he urges me to move. Once again, the slight bite of pain gets me out of my head, and before I can overthink it, he’s dragging my core down to his mouth. “Fuck yes,” he groans against my wet pussy.
Then he devours me.
I get lost in the sensations for a minute as I stroke his length with my hand.
Then I lower myself and take him in my mouth.
Neither of us can speak, but the room fills with moans and groans, the wet slide of tongues, and slurping sounds so indecent, I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t climbing so quickly toward my release.
Every muscle in my body tightens, and my thighs shake. Little mewling cries drip from my lips, the way arousal drips down my inner thighs.
I vaguely register the sound of one of our phones buzzing on the nightstand, but it’s background noise. I’m too lost in Bash to care. Whatever it is, can wait.
“Oh, god, babe,” I moan around him. “So close.”
“I know you are,” he says, his breath hot against my core. “Your pussy is starting to flutter around my tongue.”
Then he spears me with it again, and my stomach hollows out. A humming fills my ears and my vision blurs as I gasp around his dick.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. Are you sure you want to swallow it?”
I nod, taking him deeper as I do, and he curses.
He eats my pussy with frantic urgency as his hips begin to buck.
I relax my throat and do my best to take him as deep as I can.
My stomach and inner thighs tighten, the heat and pressure of an orgasm building in me.
Sebastian keeps eating me, filling me with his tongue, building that pressure more and more.
And when he presses his thumb against my clit, I detonate.
Screaming around his dick, I gasp and gag.
As the orgasm tears through me, he pulls my pussy down harder over his face.
Tears leak from my eyes as his cock jumps and floods my mouth and throat with his release.
I suck it down greedily. And when he’s spent, I lick up every spilled drop as he does the same for me.
“Come here,” he says roughly.
I let him help turn me around and position me the way he wants in his arms. I’m boneless and weak, but he has strength enough for the both of us.
“You taste so good.”
My skin buzzes where he kisses my forehead. “You too.”
“Fuck.”
I agree. I’ve never done anything like that. Never let myself even consider it because, until Sebastian, I never felt safe enough to. My cheeks tighten as a smile overtakes my face.
We lay silently intertwined with each other, the musky scent of sex hanging heavy in the air, our skin slick with sweat and sticking us together.
I’ve never been happier.
A phone buzzes on the nightstand again, but we both ignore it. A moment later, it buzzes again. And again.
“I think that’s yours,” Bash murmurs against my ear. “You should check it in case Lola needs something.”