Destiny on Ice (Boys of Winter #1)(53)

She continues to hover over my dick, and well, he and I both like that. Aubrey’s mouth that close gets us all excited, making me spring to full mast.

“I never said that,” I say, at last. “I just implied it. Remember, I told you you’d have to find out for yourself.”

Shaking her head, and making her soft hair stroke my shaft in an enticing way, she says, “You’re such an ass, Brent.”

Funny how, despite her supposed irritation with me, she can’t keep her eyes off my erection. But she asked about my tattoo, so that’s what I plan to show her. We can get to more sexing after that.

I move the edge of the sheet that’s covering my right hip. Nodding down to a small inked 51, I say, “My tattoo is over here, sweetheart.”

“Oh? Ohhh, okay.”

Aubrey lies down on my leg, her tits smooshing into my thigh as she frames her hands around the number. “I like it,” she says. “It looks good in that spot. Subtle, but sexy.”

“If you really want to see sexy, you should check things out a little to your right,” I encourage.

Aubrey feigns nonchalance, but she knows what I’m gunning for. Thankfully, she doesn’t torture me for long. Within a minute, she’s wrapping her hand around my hard cock and smiling up at me. “Is this what you want?”

I was kind of hoping for a blow job, but her soft little hand feels pretty damn good. “Uh-huh,” I murmur.

She then asks, “Do you like how I play with this huge thing?”

What I do like is how she keeps referring to my cock as huge. A little positive reinforcement never hurt anyone, right?

She pumps once, twice. Shit, that feels good. “Yeah, don’t stop,” I murmur.

She doesn’t stop, and I lie back, resting an arm over my eyes. I’m all set for this hand action, but then I feel her mouth closing around me.

I look down and… “Fuuuck.”

Aubrey proceeds to work my shaft like a pro. I don’t think I want to know how she got so good at this. Maybe she’s a natural, like me with hockey. Or maybe she practiced a lot on cucumbers or something. After all, we all know how much she likes green—

“Holy hell, where’d you learn that,” I blurt out when she does some swirly thing with her tongue.

She doesn’t answer, and I don’t want her to. I want her to keep sucking and licking and swirling and… “Shit, babe, I’m gonna come.”

I nudge her head to warn her that the inevitable is about to happen, right in her mouth if she doesn’t move. Nonetheless, she keeps on keeping on, and next thing I know I explode down her throat.

“I wanted you to do that,” she informs me once she swallows.

“Shit, woman, I think it’s my turn to pass out,” I mutter.

We rest for a while, lying in each other’s arms. God, I could get used to this. I doze off for a bit, but then she wakes me when I feel her moving around.

When I open my eyes, I’m afforded a hot view of Aubrey ripping open a condom wrapper with her freaking teeth. What a glorious sight. Guess she found the other Trojan I had in my wallet.

I didn’t realize I was hard again, but hell, since I’m ready I help Aubrey roll the latex down my shaft.

Positioning her hot little self above me, she says, “Think of this as the second period of a hockey game.”

“What was the blow job?” I ask.

“Intermission. Like when they’re out Zamboni-ing the ice.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I will forever now think of blow jobs as ‘Zamboni-ing the ice.’”

“As long as they’re only from me, that’s fine,” she tells me.

“I only want them from you,” I quietly admit. “And for the record, I want only you in every other way too.”

She leans down and kisses me. “I feel the same way, Brent.”

“Enough talk.” Grabbing her ass, I shove her down on my hard shaft.

Fuck, I need to be inside her as much, and as often, as I can.

She gasps when I grab hold of her hair. But when I start pulling back her head, I worry it’s too much. Better rein it in.

Releasing her, I ask, “Was that too aggressive? Pulling on your hair like that?”

“Hell no,” she breathes out as she slides up along my length. She lowers back down slowly. “I might call you for ‘roughing,’ though,” she gasps, circling her hips. “But it’s only ’cause I want you to spend as much time as possible in the ‘box.’”

Shit, I need to fist-bump Benny next time I see him. I love it more than ever that he’s taught Aubrey enough hockey terms that she can incorporate them into something hot as hell.

I grab onto her hair again and warn her this time to, “Hold the f*ck on, sweetheart.”





DPMB





Over the next couple weeks, I discover that dating Brent is really fun. It’s even more fun since it’s on the sly. He’s so damn good at sneaking around. But the one place we can be ourselves is at his house in Las Vegas.

The day we get back from Chicago he reduces the hours of his housekeeper and fires his cook.

“I didn’t like his crappy cooking anyway,” he tells me in the kitchen.

We then do it on the counter next to the stove.