Chapter 4

My teeth tear through the foil packet, the first of many, as I look down on this insanely beautiful creature currently sprawled out on my bed. And I realize I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Fuck, I want to get inside her.

Rolling the condom over my cock, I kneel on the bed between her thighs. Then I drag my fingers up the center of her slit. “Fuck, you’re wet,” I hiss out, feeling the evidence of her need.

“Sorry,” she says while a shy blush creeps up her cheeks.

“Nothing to be sorry about, babe. It’s a good thing. It’s fucking fantastic.” I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck them clean. “Fucking delicious.”

I should take my time, and I will. Just not right now. Right now, I need to get inside her. I lift the hem of my jersey. I’ve never fucked a chick wearing my jersey before. This is a first for me, and I’m left wondering why. It’s fucking hot as hell.

Gripping my cock, I line it up with her entrance. Lili’s eyes widen. “You ready for this?” I ask her. “Because if you want to back out, now’s the time. Once I’m in, I don’t think I’m going to want to stop.” I pause to look at her. “I would, though. You know, if you told me you wanted to stop, I’d stop.” I need her to know that she’s the one in control here.

“I want this.” Lili’s teeth dig into her bottom lip. “What if it doesn’t fit? I know that sounds stupid, but that thing is bigger than my largest vibe and that’s a tight fit.” Her cheeks turn a shade darker when she says this.

“I’ll go slow, but it’s gonna fit, babe. Promise.”

I lean forward. My lips press onto her mouth, and my tongue pushes inside, swirling in rhythm with hers. I’m not sure I’ve ever enjoyed kissing a chick as much as I’m enjoying this. My cock is rock-fucking-hard and begging for me to slam into her. Like it knows where it wants to be, the tip of my cock lines up with her entrance and I slowly start to slide inside her. My lips leave hers, and I look down at where our bodies are connected.

“Fuck, you’re a tight little thing,” I hiss through my teeth. Then I pull out and slide back in a little farther.

“It’s not me. It’s you. That thing is not a normal size, Travis,” Lili says. She spreads her legs even wider before her ankles hook behind my back.

I smile. “Thanks.” I wink at her as I pull out and push back in again.

She’s tight, but her worries are unwarranted. Her pussy fits my cock like a fucking glove. I can feel every bit of her hugging me. Squeezing me. And it’s fucking amazing. The next thrust has me bottoming out. I’m all in. So I still and allow her body time to adjust.

“You okay?” I ask while peering down at what has to be one of the most perfect faces I’ve ever seen.

“Uh-huh, you can move. I’m good. Better than good,” she says, her pussy spasming around me.

My eyes close. Think about cats. Think about Grams. Think about anything but how fucking good she feels. I will not be a one-pump chump.

Pulling out, I thrust back in. Harder. Lili moans and I’d do anything to hear that sound coming from her lips again. My hand trails down her left leg, unwrapping it from behind my back and lifting it until her knee is pressing against her chest. Her body opens up for me in this position, and her moans get louder. My hips twist as I thrust and grind against her. My speed increases, and her mass of light-brown hair sprawls out across my navy sheets. Her eyes, so fucking green they sparkle like emeralds, are wide. Staring back at me.

“I’m going to…” she says.

“Let it happen. Come for me,” I tell her before doubling my efforts.

Her pussy spasms around my cock. And, fuck, I can’t hold back much longer. When she screams through her orgasm, I hear the horns. See the smoke. Fucking goal! Her face flashes a light red.

Fuck me, I come right after her. Freezing while buried deep inside her. I’m reluctant to leave this newfound slice of heaven. My lips find hers. Both of us breathless. Each of us dueling for ownership as our tongues tangle together.

“This is just the start,” I tell Lili as I pull out. “I’m going to take care of this.” I remove the condom from my cock. “When I get back in here, I want to see you completely naked and waiting for me.” I rush into the bathroom and throw the condom in the trash can. I quickly wash my hands, too eager to get back to her.

When I walk back into the room, she’s pulling her shirt over her head.

“Need a hand?” I ask because, honestly, stripping this woman naked is like opening a Christmas gift. The excitement, the thrill of finding out what’s underneath. I don’t want to wait. I just want to tear into it. Into her.

“I got this,” she says as she tosses her shirt on the ground, right on top of the jersey she was wearing.

I bend down to dig my phone out of my pocket. “Before we get started again, I’m going to need you to put your number in here.” I unlock the screen and hand it over to her.

Lili’s brows draw down. “Why?”

“Because I’m not risking waking up in the morning, you not being here and me not having a way to contact you.”

“That happen often? Women leaving you in the middle of the night?” She smirks.

“It’s never happened, but like I said, I’m not taking chances with you.” I crawl onto the bed and sit in front of her. She’s on her knees, wearing nothing but a black lace bra. I lean forward, barely a breath between us. “Start typing, Lili.” I kiss my way across her collarbone as my hands reach behind her back and unclasp her bra.

She taps a few times before shoving my phone into my bare chest. “Here.”

I straighten up, look at the screen, and press call on her name. The trill of a ringing cell phone comes from somewhere on the floor.

Lili raises her brows at me. “Didn’t trust me?” She laughs.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t tryin’ to dodge me already, babe.” I hang up. “Besides, now you have my number too.” I drop my phone onto the bedside table.

“So can we get to the continued sexcapade part of the night now?”

“You want me to fuck you again, Lili?” I ask while running a hand down her right arm. The straps of her bra fall to her wrists.

“Yes, I do,” she says. Her chest pushes out slightly, in my direction. As if she’s offering herself up to me. An offering I’m not going to turn down.

The sound of my alarm blaring through the darkened room has me slapping an arm out and trying to turn the damn thing off. I finally manage to hit the button. I know I have to get up. No amount of sleeping in is worth the hell I’d get from coach if I’m late to morning skate.

“Argh, what is that?” a voice next to me asks.

I look over. She’s still here. “Sorry, alarm, babe. I have to go to work,” I tell her.

“You play hockey. Pretty sure there aren’t games scheduled at this ungodly hour,” she grunts.

“Practice happens every morning.” I roll over and kiss her forehead. “Make yourself at home. Feel free to stay and sleep. I’ll be back around lunchtime if you want to wait.”

“Mhmm,” Lili mumbles as she snuggles deeper into the covers.

I force myself to get out of bed. It’s never been fucking harder. I’d love to stay and go for round five with this woman. But the ice waits for no one. At least that’s what Coach likes to tell us.