Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(50)

She giggles, and damn me if she doesn’t start swaying her hips in a graceful rhythm. She moves her arms and it looks pretty good to me. Except, hey, she’s moving away from me, across the room…I smile and follow her and she turns her back on me and gives her ass a twitch, shaking that grass skirt, and it damn near sends me to my knees.

I pick up speed to catch up to her, but she casts a flirty look over her shoulder, then breaks into a run toward the stairs.

Hell yeah, I chase her.

She gets onto the first step when I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her right off her feet. We’re both laughing, and f*ck, I’m turned on as hell.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl into her ear.

“My bedroom.”

I nuzzle her hair and bring one forearm up right under her lush tits. “You made my dick so hard it hurts.”

“I’m sorry?”

I give a low laugh and catch her earlobe in my lips. “No you’re not, you little tease. Damn, that was hot.”

She grinds her ass back against me. “Okay, that’s it. Now you get that f*cking.”

“Finally.”

We both laugh again as I carry her up the stairs.

I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much with a stiffy as I have with Skylar.

I kick her bedroom door shut and lower her feet to the floor. She immediately turns in my arms and plasters herself against me again. Goddamn, I love how hot she is for me.

She runs her hands up over my chest.

“You were jealous when Julie was touching me earlier, weren’t you?”

She pauses. “Okay, yes.” Then she narrows her eyes. “You can wipe that shit-eating grin off your face.”

I bark out a laugh. “S’okay, baby. I admit I was jealous too when Dustin was all over you.”

“Justin.”

“Whatever.”

It occurs to me that we really shouldn’t be jealous of each other since this is just an arrangement, but that thought burns to a crisp in my brain with an audible sizzle as Skylar goes down on her knees in front of me.

“Whoa, baby.”

She’s working open my shorts, but she needs to be careful or my wang is gonna hit her right in the face. I’m as hard as a f*cking goalpost.

Her soft little hands are on me then, my baggy shorts dropping to the floor, my boxers down around my thighs.

“Oh yeah.” Her breathless words sound admiring. I swell even more in her hand. “Your cock is so beautiful, Jacob.”

I should make some smart-ass comment, but I can’t even speak.

“Seriously. So big.” She gives me a long, slow stroke. “So hard. Smooth here.” She kisses the tip.

“Ungh.” I slide my hands into her hair. “Baby…can we do this lying down?”

She peers up at me, eyes big. “Sure…”

I haul her up and steer her over to the bed. I ditch my boxers and shirt, then leap onto the bed and stretch out.

She regards me with amusement. “You’re keeping those on?” She gestures at the flowery garlands still around my neck.

I’m sure I look ridiculous. “Yeah.”

Her lips twitch. “Okay. Whatever trips your trigger.”

I snort-laugh. “Oh baby, you have no idea. Get over here.”

Still wearing her grass skirt and leis, she climbs on the bed and kneels between my legs. She reaches for me and strokes. My dick is a throbbing spike in her hand and lust pulses in my balls.

Then, sweet baby Jesus, she bends forward and her long gold hair falls all around her face and my cock. It tickles my thighs and I can’t stop the groan that climbs my throat. “Oh f*ck yeah.”

Her mouth around me is hot and silky, her tongue agile and slick. But the visual…dear God, her hair all over me, swishing across my belly…damn. It’s my hottest spank-bank fantasy come to life and it’s even better than when I imagined it.

Hoping she’s okay with this, I reach for her hair and pull it all around and over one shoulder. With her lips still wrapped around my aching dick, she peers up at me. I take her hair and rub it over my shaft. Another groan escapes me.

She drops fascinated eyes to my hand holding her hair. “You like that?” she whispers.

“Fuck yeah. I’ve been fantasizing about your hair since the night we met.”

“Oooh.” She squeezes her thighs together. “Here. Let me.”

She slides a hand down the tail of hair I have gathered up and I let go. Leaning closer, she wraps her hair around my dick and then slides it up and down.

“Fuuuuuuuck.”

The fingers of her other hand tickle my balls, nearly blowing the top of my head off. My thighs spread even wider and she caresses my sack, which is pulled up tight beneath my shaft.

She has to make an adjustment to the hair, then she’s stroking me with it again. Sensation wraps around my cock, pleasure licking over every nerve ending in my body like flames.

She swipes her tongue over her bottom lip and looks up at me again. “How’s that?”

“So hot. Dying here, babe.”

“Good. I like doing this do you.” She leans down to kiss my lower belly, right above my pubes. Jesus.

“If you like my hair on your dick, what about my breasts?”

I can’t breathe. My lungs have seized up completely. My head spins.