Charming as Puck(72)

“I am, aren’t I?”

It’s been almost a month since I’ve had any playtime with naked Nick, and I was starting to worry my memories were a little inflated, but if anything, he’s even thicker and longer than I remember. I squeeze and stroke, and his eyes pinch shut.

“Slow,” he grits out. “Fuck, I missed your touch.”

He captures my mouth again, pushing me gently to my back until I have to let go. But then he’s pushing my sweater up and stroking my belly, my ribs, my breasts, and I spread my legs until I can wrap them around him again.

The bed sags next to me, and something cold and wet licks my temple.

I keep kissing Nick and try to push Pancake away, but then the bed sags on the other side too, and Nick suddenly yelps and pulls away.

“Dixie! Down! Oh my god, did she try to hump you?”

He’s rubbing his armpit with a grin. “No. Just wasn’t expecting that. Here. Let me help you with that shirt. It’s blocking my view.”

Tiger howls from the ground. Pancake slinks under me to sprawl across my pillow. Dixie wags her tail and sticks her nose into Nick’s side.

“Down,” I tell both my dogs on the bed while Nick tugs my sleeve down my arm and deftly blocks Dixie’s tongue. “And out. Go on. Go wait for Mommy downstairs.”

Pancake pouts.

Dixie ignores me and moves on to sniffing Nick’s bare ass. He jumps again.

“New plan,” he says, sliding off the bed. “You strip. I lock the door. C’mon, pups. Who wants a treat?”

He races them out the door, and then I hear all four of them elephanting down to the kitchen before I can warn him not to tease my dogs.

A month ago, he would’ve needed prodding to follow through on giving my dogs treats when he offers, but based on the sounds coming from the kitchen below, he’s got this figured out.

And that’s putting a warmth in my chest that rivals the heat simmering between my legs.

I strip out of my clothes as fast as I can and push all the covers off the bed. I’m debating if I want to be on my side, looking seductive, or just spread-eagle and ready—Nick’s really not all that picky—when I remember there’s something even better hiding in my closet.

I dash across the room, snag it off its hanger, and dive back onto the bed just as Nick slides back into the room and slams the door shut. He turns, sees me, drops his gaze to the fabric covering me from shoulders to mid-thigh, and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen spreads over his face.

“Is that what I think it is?” His steps are slow and deliberate on his way over the carpet to the bed.

“It is if you’re thinking it’s a Duncan Lavoie jersey,” I reply coyly.

His eyes widen for the briefest second before he catches on, and I shriek with laughter as he dives onto the bed and tackles me.

“Somebody’s a bad, bad girl,” he says, rolling me over so he can see for himself whose name is on the back of my Thrusters jersey. “A-ha! You do have terrible taste in hockey players. I knew it. Oh, what’s this? A bare Kami ass? Hmm…whatever should I do with this?”

Light fingertips graze the curve of my butt, and my eyes drift close while I inch my legs apart. He circles my ass, coming back to the center crack, and traces all the way down, inducing shivers up my spine and along my hamstrings to my calves and out through my toes.

“Love it—touch—my ass,” I sputter out as his fingers dip into my pussy.

“I seem to remember something about this very sensitive ass,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers back out and stroking up my butt again.

I arch into his touch, lifting my hips, and he shifts so he’s behind me, both hands squeezing my cheeks. “Higher, gorgeous,” he says, and I lift my hips higher, completely bare to him, completely comfortable with trusting my body to him.

“Wider.” His voice is going hoarse, his long fingers and thumbs teasing me until I have my face buried in my pillow, my ass high in the air, legs spread.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, and then he’s licking my pussy from behind while he kneads my ass, and my entire world erupts in a shower of rainbow glitter while he finishes what he started in his mother’s garden shed the other night.

I’m rocking against his face, shamelessly arching my ass into his hands, while he devours every bit of me, licking my seam, sucking my clit, grazing it with his teeth, teasing my entrance until that thick, heavy dam bursts and pleasure soars out of me in a surge of sweet release.

He’s still eating me, licking me clean while my orgasm pounds through my core, and just when I think I’m done, he slips two fingers deep inside me, and my inner walls clench all over again.

“Ohmygod,” I gasp as the second wave overtakes me, my fists clenching my sheets, my voice muffled in my pillow. “Nick!”

“That’s it, Kami. Come for me. Come harder.”

He’s pumping his fingers into me, and ohmygod doesn’t do it justice. He’s hitting that sweet spot deep inside me while my body squeezes and clamps around his fingers until I’m completely spent, and I collapse back on the mattress.

He presses a kiss to the bottom of my spine. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

I huff out a laugh. “All you can see is my ass.”

“And your jersey. It’s the best part.”