31. Maddox

Chapter 31

Maddox

The thing I missed most about my playing days was leaving work behind at the rink. The ability to come home, kick back, and relax for the night once training was done.

Now that I was a head coach, that wasn't an option. Most nights were spent poring over film, analyzing line choices, and strategizing ways to improve our team. It was exhausting and never-ending.

Since the Speed lost their matchup tonight against the Salt Lake City Snow, I was trying to pinpoint the factors that had caused it. We were a better team on paper, but our execution was lacking. Our guys looked slow, made sloppy passes, and took far too many penalties.

My eyes were sore from hours spent on my laptop, and the figures on the screen began to blur the longer I stared at them.

We were at Bristol's place, which meant my office was her couch while she finished her article in the bedroom. The ranch-style home had a second bedroom, but she hadn't gotten around to setting it up for anything more than extra storage .

The sound of a door unlatching had my head lifting to a view of Bristol emerging from her bedroom in a pink silk camisole and shorts set. She must've changed after closing herself inside after work, and my fingers itched to slide the fabric from her soft skin to expose the matching pink parts of her body it hid.

But it was Bristol who groaned when our eyes locked. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"What?" My brows drew down, not understanding what she was talking about.

"The glasses."

I removed the black-rimmed spectacles. "You like these?"

A breathy moan floated past her lips. "You're giving off total daddy vibes."

Huffing out a laugh, I countered, "That would've been a lot hotter if I hadn't heard you call your own father daddy."

Bristol stepped closer, and I discarded my laptop on the coffee table. She practically purred as she situated herself on my lap. "Maybe I'm finally seeing the appeal of older men."

"Men?" I reared back. "I'm sorry, young lady, but there better be only one older man you're interested in."

Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled. "Jealous?"

"Very," I growled, nipping at her neck.

"I like that," she breathed out, tilting her head to the side, giving me greater access.

"You're mine, Bristol. Don't you ever forget it." My lips brushed against her soft skin as I spoke.

"Are you done working yet?"

"I am now." I pulled her hips down over my lap so she could feel how hard I was for her.

She clutched the back of my head as she shamelessly ground down on me, moaning as the hard ridge of my cock rubbed against her core. I stood, keeping her in my arms as I crossed the house to her bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

Bristol licked her lips as I reached up to undo my tie before tossing it aside. Her gaze landed on the discarded silk as I removed my shirt and pants. Left only in my boxer briefs, I crawled to where she lay, tangling my hands in her hair and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. She sighed, opening to allow my tongue inside to battle with hers.

When she pressed against my chest, I rolled to my back, allowing her to situate herself atop me. The mental image of her riding me, her tits bouncing as her head dropped back in pleasure, had me thrusting my hips, desperate to feel her pussy molding around my cock.

"I need to be inside you, baby. Right fucking now."

Extending an arm, she reached over to the bedside table. Excitement flared inside me at the thought of her bringing out one of her toys, but it was quickly replaced with confusion when she held up my tie.

"I want to try something." Bristol chewed her lip as she gauged my reaction to her proposition.

Fuck me. If she wanted me to tie her up, I was all in.

"Hell yes." I reached for the fabric, which she quickly pulled over her head.

A wicked gleam entered her eyes. "Will you let me tie you up?"

"Me?" I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly.

Balling up the silk so I couldn't snatch it away, she pressed her lips against the skin of my chest, trailing a path of kisses until she reached the waistband of my underwear, licking along that line, and I groaned .

"I want to drive you as insane as you drive me. Will you let me?" She peeked up at me, and when I caught sight of her hopeful expression, I knew I was a goner.

Swallowing hard, I nodded. "Okay."

"Really?" Her eyes widened. She wasn't the only one surprised I was willing to relinquish control. But I needed her to know she was always safe with me. That I would give her anything she wanted or needed.

Instead of using words, I lifted my hands toward her slatted headboard, offering myself up to be restrained. I was rewarded with the sexiest smile curving on her lips as she crawled up my body to tie my hands together before affixing them to the bed frame.

Her tits were right in my face, and I couldn't help craning my neck to nip at them through the thin silk.

"Maddox!" she screeched, jumping back.

"What?" I teased. "You're taking away my hands. You gonna gag me too?"

One of her eyebrows arched as she considered it. "Don't tempt me."

Smug, I taunted, "You love my mouth too much. You love it when I talk dirty to you. You love it when I bury my tongue in your delicious pussy."

Bristol's body trembled above me, and her fingers faltered as she tried to tie the knots to secure me. Yeah, I still had a few tools at my disposal without the use of my hands, and I fully intended to use them.

Her fingers grazed my wrists. "Too tight?"

I tugged gently, but the tie held firm. "All good."

Lifting off my body, she moved to the side of the bed before standing. I had a front-row view of her shedding her skimpy pajamas, baring her flawless body to my gaze. My fists clenched, involuntarily tugging against my restraints. I wanted to run my hands over every perfect inch before taking the same path with my lips .

"You're beautiful, Bristol," I whispered reverently.

The tiniest hint of pink graced her cheeks, and her eyes dropped to the floor.

Needing to hammer the point home, I added, "I will thank God every day for bringing you into my life, that I'm the one you choose to be with."

Those baby blues snapped up, shining with a love so strong it hit me square in the chest.

"Come on," I prompted. "Have your wicked way with me."

Emboldened, she positioned herself between my open thighs. Her fingers slid beneath the fabric of my boxer briefs, and she tugged them down my legs, allowing my cock to bob free. I groaned, needing something—anything—to ease the ache.

Bristol's mouth hovered right over the head, her tongue darting out to tease the underside. But instead of taking me deeper, she shifted, rising on her knees until she straddled my hips. Placing both hands on my chest, she rocked over my length, coating me with her arousal.

The headboard rattled as I struggled with the overwhelming need to grab her hips and slam her down.

Satisfaction flickered over her features as she eyed my bound hands. "Need something, baby?"

"You know what I need," I groaned.

"Hmm. Not sure that I do." Bristol rocked her hips over me again, drenching my cock.

"You have two options. You either ride my cock, or you can ride my face. Dealer's choice." Fuck, my dick was weeping at the idea of either option.

Rising above me, Bristol fisted my shaft, centering herself before sinking down slowly. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep from coming as her heat enveloped me, the fit so tight it stole my breath away.

There was a reason I always went down on her first. Not only did I fucking love it, but being bare inside her threatened my control every damn time.

Bristol moaned once she was fully seated, circling her hips. Her eyes fluttered shut, and both hands cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples. Her pussy gripped me impossibly tighter with the action, and I let out a strangled groan.

She rocked over me, keeping the pace slow and steady, torturing me. My balls tightened, and that was when I realized I wasn't above begging.

"Baby, I need you on my face. Right now. I need to taste you."

Hooded, lust-filled eyes met mine, and she smirked. "Who's in charge here?"

Fuck me. It was hot as hell that she owned the power she held over me.

"Bristol," I rasped when she rose up a few inches before sinking down again. "Please." My voice was strained in my desperation to hold off on succumbing to the pleasure of her hot pussy pulsing around me. I wanted nothing more, but I needed to get her off first.

Her head dropped back, and she slid a hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit. Bristol panted as she rode me, her skin flushing beautifully as she drew closer to climax.

Jaw clenched, my words were clipped. "Pussy. On. My. Face. Now."

The response I got was a breathy moan floating through the heated air of the room. But then she peered down at me with a smirk and a tilt of her head to where I lay bound. "Not like you can make me."

Oh, she was going to pay for that when I regained the use of my hands.

My shoulders screamed with the effort of trying to break free, but something in my mind finally clicked. Bending my knees, I pressed my heels into the mattress and bucked my hips. Bristol's body slid right off my cock, her chest landing on mine, knocking the breath from my lungs with a grunt .

"You'd make a terrible rodeo cowgirl," I teased, my voice rough. "A bronco would throw you right off."

"Oh, so you're a bronco now?" One of her eyebrows raised.

I winked. "Well, I am hung like one."

She scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. "Humble about it too."

"Baby, you've had me between your thighs. You're really going to argue on this point?"

"Smug bastard," she muttered.

That was certainly true, but there was still unfinished business to attend to. "Now, why don't you be a good girl and climb onto my face."

Blue eyes narrowed in my direction, and I knew obedience was the furthest thing from her mind.

"Why the obsession with my pussy, Maddox?" Bristol slid down my body, her fingers skimming along the muscles of my chest. When she knelt between my thighs, a mischievous grin lit up her face. "Maybe I'll just have to have a taste and find out for myself."

Before I could process her words, she swallowed my dick down, sucking all traces of her flavor from my skin.

"Jesus Christ," I groaned, my hips thrusting into her hot mouth, needing more.

The woman licked me like a goddamn lollipop before smacking her lips and meeting my eye. "Hmm. Not bad."

My head dropped back, and I begged, "Let me drink straight from the source. I'm dying to bury my face between your thighs."

Bristol took me deep one last time before declaring, "Well, since you asked so nicely."

Relief flooded me as she knelt over my face, lowering until her pussy hovered a breath away. Even stretching my neck, my tongue could barely make contact, and I grunted in frustration .

"Fucking sit!" My patience with her teasing and torturing me while tied up finally snapped.

"So bossy," she taunted from above, even as she settled her weight atop my face.

I was surrounded by her, buried deep, and I couldn't imagine heaven being any better than this. Spearing my tongue inside her, I was rewarded with a rush of arousal, which I drank down greedily. If I knew the world was ending, this was what I would want to spend my last hours doing. There was absolutely no question in my mind.

She began to rock above me, chasing her pleasure. Shifting so I could flick her clit, my words were muffled as I warned, "You're going to come on my face, and then you're going to untie me. Got it?"

"Fuck yes. Just make me come. I'm right there," Bristol forced out through breathy pants.

Over and over, I flicked that tight little bud as Bristol's hips bucked faster and faster until she tensed above me, screaming in ecstasy and jumping off my face when the sensations became overwhelming.

She flopped to my side, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to come down from the intense high of her orgasm.

I gave her a minute to recover before demanding, "Untie me. Now."

Bristol turned onto her side and the cheeky grin on her face had me doubting whether she would hold up her end of the bargain.

But then her hands reached up to undo the knots holding me hostage. "Admit it, you had fun."

"Show me the sick bastard who thinks being tortured is fun," I grumbled.

"Don't make me regret letting you free before you came," she shot back.

"You're gonna regret it either way, love." I felt the last knot slide free and pounced on her .

Bristol squealed in surprise, but a sexy smile tipped up her lips. "You gonna punish me, Coach Sterling?"

I growled at the way she addressed me professionally. As much as I loved her screaming my given name, when she played the smokeshow reporter, it drove me fucking insane.

Instead of answering, I took her lips in a punishing kiss, my teeth biting her lip hard enough to draw blood before my tongue swept inside, staking my claim. Shifting my body weight to the side, I was able to fit a hand between us, roughly shoving my fingers into her tight pussy even as she attempted to squirm away.

Ripping my lips away, I warned, "Just remember you started this little game."

Her neck arched, head thrown back as I fucked her hard with my hand. This wasn't enough. I needed more.

"Where are your toys?" I gritted out, obsessed with watching my fingers disappear inside her.

"Top drawer." The words were said on a pant.

Reluctantly, I released my hold on her, reaching for the nightstand. There was a particular item I recalled her purchasing at the lingerie store that I was most interested in. Thankfully, the sapphire-colored gem stood out amongst the sea of silicone inside the drawer.

Plucking the metal plug from its resting place, I made sure to snag a bottle of lube.

Holding up my choice, I asked, "Do you use this when you're alone?"

Bristol's face was already flushed from her earlier climax, and it turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. But she didn't shy away, answering, "Yes."

Good. That meant she didn't just buy it in front of me for the shock factor; she actually enjoyed backdoor play .

"Ass up," I commanded, and Bristol wasted no time in flipping onto her belly and raising onto her knees.

Settling behind her, I covered the plug with lube and teased the tip against her tight little asshole. She hissed at the contact but didn't try to move away, instead pressing her ass up even further in invitation.

She opened up beautifully for me, and when the plug was firmly in place, I pressed against the base, relishing her deep groan.

"You're fucking incredible," I said reverently.

Bristol's forehead dropped to the bedding beneath her, and she shifted so she could place a hand between her thighs. I slapped it away. "Oh, no. You're at my mercy now, sweetheart."

She whimpered as her hips shifted, needing more. Lucky for her, I was more than ready to fuck her into oblivion. My cock was throbbing after how she'd teased it—first with her pussy and then with her mouth.

Gripping my shaft, I gave it a few firm strokes, my head dropping back on a groan. Lining myself up at her waiting entrance, I gripped her hips and thrust inside, pulling her back until my balls slapped against her clit.

"Holy shit," she breathed out.

White-hot pleasure surged through my veins. Bristol's pussy was even tighter with the addition of the plug in her ass. The timer was ticking; I wasn't going to be able to hold off for much longer.

"Fuck, I wish you could see the way you stretch around me, baby."

I pulled back, only to surge forward again, harder this time, and a sob was torn from Bristol's throat. Each thrust was harder than the last as she screamed beneath me, her pussy beginning to spasm around my cock.

My balls tightened in warning, and I grunted, "I need you to come, Bristol. Right fucking now."

I slammed into her violently, and she shattered as she shouted a stream of nonsensical words until her voice grew hoarse, and that's when I finally let go. A roar ripped up my throat as her walls squeezed around me, and I came so hard my vision blurred. Holding her ass tight against my pelvis, I emptied inside her.

When I released my grip, her knees gave out, allowing her to fully collapse onto the bed. Using the back of my hand, I swiped away the sweat dripping into my eyes and dropped to her side.

Bristol's face was hidden by her hair, so I brushed the tangled red locks away to see her. Those blue eyes were dazed and glassy, like she couldn't see me when staring directly at me. Choppy breaths flew past her parted lips. Her porcelain skin was perfectly pink.

My thumb stroked her cheek as I whispered, "I love you."

She gave me a contented hum, swallowing before she said, "Maybe I should tie you up more often."

I huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, that's not going to happen. Once was enough for me to learn I hate being out of control."

A smirk tugged at her lips. "So much fun." Her eyes slid closed, and her breathing leveled out, indicating she'd passed out.

Staring at the woman I loved, I was mesmerized. It was as if God had handcrafted her to be my perfect match. I'd never believed in soulmates, but having Bristol blow into my life might be enough to convince me to change my stance.