Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(40)

I slide a hand around the back of her neck and pull her closer. Our noses touch and our eyes meet. Then I tilt my head, close my eyes, and open my mouth on hers.

She’s warm and sweet like grape Kool-Aid as my tongue slides into her mouth. She makes a hungry little noise and shifts closer to me, one hand on my shoulder. Heat pulses in my veins and my balls.

My hand plays in her hair, dragging down the silky waves, tangling in it and tugging. She whimpers little sounds of pleasure into my mouth and I bring her body closer still so we’re pressed together. Then she climbs onto me, straddling my lap, our mouths still joined. She cups my jaw and rubs her tits across my chest. Heat zaps straight to my dick.

Making little pleasure noises, she bites my bottom lip softly, then licks it, then kisses me again. My hands cup her ass in her tight jeans, bringing her right against my aching dick.

“Jesus, baby,” I gasp, pushing my hips up against her. “You are so f*cking hot.”

“I am.” She kisses my chin. “I’m hot for you, Flash.”

Fuck, I love that.

“You’re not a flash in bed though, are you?” She drags her tongue along my jaw. “Like, over fast?”

I groan. “I’d like to say no, but f*ck, I might not even make it to a bed. Feel this.” I press up into her again. “See what you do to me.”

“Mmm. I like it.”

“Let’s take this upstairs.”

“Yeah.”

I stand, still holding her ass. She weighs like a buck twenty or something, and I’m trying to bench-press my own weight so she’s nothing. She holds on to me with her arms and legs, and I climb the stairs.

“Impressive strength, hockey boy.”

I smile. “This is easy. You’re a feather.”

“Ah.” She kisses my cheek. “Compliments like that’ll get you lucky.”

“Good to know. Which is your room?”

“Second on the left.”

We pass by another bedroom, the door open, the room dark, and a bathroom, then I push into her room. I carry her to the bed and lower her feet to the floor, then reach over to the lamp on the table beside the bed. It’s a funky-shaped lamp with a tripodlike base and I can’t f*cking figure out how to turn it on.

With a soft laugh, Skylar turns and flicks a switch.

“Thank you.” I roll my eyes at myself, reaching for her hips. I pull her ass back against me and move her hair aside so I can kiss the back of her neck. Her body vibrates and I close my eyes and breathe in her scent. It reminds me of apples and vanilla and flowers, totally feminine and warm. “I love how you smell.”

“Thank you. I’ve thought the same about you.”

“That’s a good thing, eh?”

Crap, every time I say that now I’m aware of it. Ah well. But I sense her amusement.

“Yeah, I’d say it’s a good thing. If I thought you stunk, this wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.”

“You should smell me right after a game. There’s nothing worse than the stench of sweaty hockey equipment.”

“Hmm. I appreciate you showering, then.”

I pull her hoodie up and over her head to find that she’s wearing a cotton tank top beneath it. Fantastic. I open my mouth on her bare shoulder and gently suck. Her hair gathered up in one hand, I lick my way back to her neck. Her head tilts to give me access and she shivers as I pull her soft skin into my mouth. So soft. So sweet.

Her hand comes up to the back of my head, fingers sliding in my hair. I slip one hand over her hip, up over her flat stomach, and then I cup a breast. Her softness fills my hand and I gently squeeze, my dick throbbing even more. Her tits are perfect, the perfect size, the perfect shape, and I can’t wait to taste. Her pointy nipples are poking right through her thin bra and the cotton tank top. My fingertips tug the low neckline of the top down, along with the cup of her bra, and I look over her shoulder at pink perfection. A groan climbs in my chest.

I tug her nipple between my fingers and she makes more soft arousal sounds that I love. I kiss the side of her neck, fondle her tit again, squeezing softly, then plucking at the nipple. I can’t wait any longer—I have to taste. So I pull her tank top up and over her head, unfasten her bra and toss it aside, then turn her in front of me so I can lean down and suck on her.

Excitement pounds through me, heat racing through my veins. I draw the tight nub between my lips and pull on it. Her fingers are still in my hair and she’s trembling so hard I’m afraid she’s going to fall. So I lift her onto the bed and join her. She supports herself with her hands planted into the mattress behind her, her back arched to give me full access to those beauties. But first I kiss her mouth, our tongues sliding together in a long, hot kiss.

Then I’m there, devouring those breasts, licking, nuzzling, sucking with greedy pulls. Electric need burns over my skin. My dick is on fire.

“You taste amazing,” I pant. “And you feel amazing. Your tits are f*cking perfection.”

She huffs out a little laugh, but she’s aroused too, her eyes drowsy, her lips parted and wet.

I slip one hand down between her thighs and cup her there, through her jeans. Damp heat meets my palm and I give a firm press to her mound, which makes her moan again. I love making her feel good.

She moves her arms and lies down flat, but still with her back arched, so I know her tits want more attention and I’m happy to oblige. I could live forever like this, I think, with my face buried between her breasts and my hand buried between her thighs. I rub her a little as I tug her nipples with my lips and her noises become more urgent.