The Play (Briar U, #3)(101)

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Hunter





Demi shoves me through the nearest doorway. Luckily, it leads into an unlit room with tables and chairs arranged in a semicircle. The blinds are shut, but the room isn’t pitch black. Just shadowy, with thin stripes of sunlight peeking in from the slats.

“What are you doing?” I ask in amusement.

She hurriedly shuts the door. “I was going crazy not being able to touch you in there. You have no idea how close I was to just taking off your pants and riding your dick, right there in front of everyone.”

My groin clenches. Oh Jesus, that sounds hot. The two of us are all over each other, all the time. It’s almost become an addiction. And I’m embarrassed to say it hasn’t affected hockey whatsoever, which means my vow of celibacy was completely fucking pointless. If anything, I’m playing even better these days.

I’ve avoided talking about it with Demi, because I’m afraid she’ll tease me, tell me I’d been acting out a scene from Wizard of Oz or some shit. Like, you had the power to be a good captain and teammate all along, Hunter! It was your guilt, and your fear of being a selfish jackass like your father, that stopped you from seeing that.

I can totally see Demi using a cheesy analogy like that.

But I guess it’s a lesson I needed to learn. Last season’s fuckery had scarred me. And I started this season wanting to put my team—and not my dick—first. I wanted to be a good captain. I wanted to prove to myself that I’m not a selfish narcissistic asshole whose needs are the only ones that matter. When our season went up in flames last year, it was a wake-up call for me. The first thing I thought after we lost that game was, maybe we are two of a kind. My father and I.

The first time he’d said that to me, I blanched inside. I felt dirty. Spooked by the notion that I could actually be anything like him. A dirt bag. An egomaniac.

But sex with Demi hasn’t resulted in anything but me going to bed sated every night and killing it in practice every morning. Not to mention the playoffs—we’re dominating the other teams.

Demi loops her arms around my neck and yanks my head down for a kiss. Christ. I love kissing her. I love fucking her. I love doing everything with and to her.

We both know this thing between us is more than a rebound. More than sex. But I don’t know what that more is. And I’m enjoying it too much to rock the boat by asking.

I laugh when she pushes me against the door. She clicks the lock into place, and her hand is at my belt before I can blink. She undoes my jeans and tugs them and my boxers just low enough that she can reach inside and pull out my hot, heavy cock.

“Oh my God, I wanted this so badly the past two hours,” Demi mumbles in anguish. “I want it all the time.”

“Take it,” I say huskily.

She sinks to her knees and my body tightens in anticipation. When her mouth engulfs my dick in one wet glide, I hiss in pleasure. So does she, and her brown eyes shine happily as she releases me to say, “I love having this in my mouth.”

“You and your oral fixation,” I mock, all the while trying to nudge my cockhead through her sexy lips again.

She laughs at my pathetic attempts. “So when I need my candy, it’s, what did you call it the other day? A serious problem. But when I’m craving your dick, my oral fixation is just fine and dandy?”

I grin. “Now you’re gettin’ it.”

Demi sticks out her tongue, and I take full advantage of that. Within seconds, I’m in her hot mouth again.

“Oh yeah.” I hold the back of her head with both hands, guiding her along my shaft.

There’s a murmur of voices out in the hall. I don’t care. Demi makes me forget that other people inhabit the world with us. We’re the only ones in this room, in this building, on this planet. When I’m inside her, nobody exists but us. When she’s petting and rubbing and sucking on my dick, nobody exists but her.

She swallows me up, her eager tongue curling around the head of my dick. She gets it nice and wet, while her fist moves up and down the length of me. Squeezing the tip on each upstroke, sucking me to the root on the way down.

I rock my hips, restless, aroused, my balls beginning to tingle. When she pulled me in here, I assumed I’d fuck her against a wall. But this blowjob is so criminally good, I won’t last long enough to get inside her.

“Baby,” I groan, trying to still her.

She peers up at me with big eyes. Her lips are wrapped tight around my cockhead. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I trace that naughty O with my thumb, rubbing the corner of her mouth.

“I’m close,” I warn. “If you came in here wanting to fuck, you’d better stop that.”

Her wet mouth slides off me, and my cock emerges with a pop. “No, I want to make you come right now. I want to hear you moan my name when you shoot in my mouth.”

Jesus. This girl will be the death of me.

She resumes her wicked task, and in less than thirty seconds I’m giving the woman what she wants.

“Demi,” I groan when my climax breaks the surface. Her lips remain firmly around me as she swallows everything I have to give. I’m dead. She’s killed me. She’s perfect.

Demi plants soft kisses on my still-hard shaft as I float down from the high. Smiling, she tucks me into my cargo pants. Primly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she rises to her feet. She zips me up and stands on her tiptoes to brush her lips over mine.