Chapter 21

Stepping off the elevator and into my penthouse with Aspen on my arm feels fucking phenomenal. I have to admit, for a bit there, I thought the shit Bishop pulled was going to cost me her, and I was ready to let her go if that was what she truly wanted. But the moment I saw him make a move on her, that darkness in me snapped. My hands are still aching and swollen from finally giving Bishop the beating he deserved.

"Do you want a drink?" Aspen asks as she makes her way across the large open space to my kitchen. She drops her purse on the counter and heads to the cupboard where she knows I keep the glasses and pulls out two.

"Yeah, sure," I reply. My hockey bag is lying across one half of the oversized couch with my hockey stick leaned up against it. When I plop down on the couch, the stick falls, making a loud banging sound that echoes around the penthouse as it hits the floor. Too tired to care, I kick off my shoes and watch as my girl makes herself at home in my kitchen. Fuck if that doesn't do some shit to my insides. My lips pull into a smile and as if sensing my eyes on her, she lifts hers to mine and laughs.

"Can I help you with something?" she teases cockily as she fills her glass with red wine.

"I mean, I can definitely come up with a few things you could help me with," I reply.

"It's been less than ten minutes since I helped you. Do you really mean to tell me you need more, already?"

"Baby, I'll never tire of you helping me with that," I smirk coyly as she makes her way over. Aspen hands me the glass of amber whiskey as she climbs on my lap.

"Is that so?" she asks. Reaching up, I tuck one of her loose curls behind her ear before cupping her face with my hand. My thumb softly brushes over her plump lip.

"It is," I reply as my eyes follow my thumb's movement. Aspen catches me off guard, gently taking my thumb between her teeth. A growl builds in my chest, and my cock hardens. "Aspen…" I whisper.

"Duke," she taunts, her voice barely audible as she wraps her lips around my thumb and sucks. My cock springs to life, craving her mouth's warmth and softness wrapped around it.

"Are you trying to get fucked right here, right now?" I question, pulling my thumb from her lips. She smiles, biting her bottom lip.

"I mean, I'm trying to play. You like to play, don't you, Duke?" she asks innocently. Taking my glass and hers, she places them on the small coffee table in front of us. "After all, the big game is tomorrow. Maybe a night of fucking will bring you good luck."

Tomorrow's championship game is against her brother's team. Knowing my girl is cheering me on even though I'm facing off against her brother and dad means a lot to me. But I'm also concerned about how they're going to react after seeing the video and finding out about me and Aspen. I know for a fact that Ace won't approve, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little excited to piss him off.

I force the thoughts of tomorrow's problems from my head. Tonight is about Aspen and me. No one else.

"You know, I think you're right," I whisper against the shell of her ear before sliding myself out from under her.

Confused, she re-adjusts herself on the couch as I lower myself to the floor and kneel in front of her. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I teasingly run my hands up and down her thighs overtop her thin black leggings. Her body melts into my touch, and from the look in her eyes, I can see she's enjoying it, even if she's unsure of what's happening.

"What's the matter, Aspen? I thought you wanted to play?" I whisper with a husky tone as I lower my mouth to her knee. I nip and pull at the thin fabric with my teeth, tightening my grip on her hips, holding her in place before running my flattened tongue up her thigh.

"Duke," she whimpers, clearly hungry for more.

With my hands on her hips, I hook my fingers under the waist of her leggings and pull them down slowly. Inch by inch she squirms to help me. With the smooth skin of her upper thighs exposed, I waste no time, peppering soft kisses down them and across the tops of her knees as I guide her pants down her legs. Tossing them to the side, I turn my eyes back to hers. She's leaned back into the couch, wearing nothing more than a pair of thin lace panties and a tank top. Her face is flushed with a light pink shade that she looks fucking gorgeous in. Her hair is fanned out behind her in silvery locks that shine in the dim lights hanging from the high ceiling.

"Fuck, baby. You are easily the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

And she is. Laying before me like this. Exposed, vulnerable. Right now, Aspen Anderson is splayed out before me like a goddamn goddess, and I'm on my knees worshipping her, begging for the chance to please her. To taste her.

The forbidden fruit that is no longer forbidden.

I allow myself a moment to take her in just like this. A moment to take a mental memory of her. She smiles, bringing her finger to her mouth, and she bites down on it shyly under the weight of my stare. I smirk, finding her shyness fucking adorable. I lower myself to her, ghosting my lips over hers again before my tongue glides out and runs across her bottom lip. She moans softly, and as I begin to kiss down her neck and chest, her moans grow louder. Hungrier.

My cock twitches with anticipation. I may have just fucked her in that alley outside of Johnny's but now that she's mine, I need to taste her.

Devourher.

When I reach her panties, I run my tongue across the fabric keeping me from her pussy. She smells like sex. Like me, and fuck if it doesn't send my heart beat into a frenzy. Hooking two fingers under her panties, I pull them to the side before running my tongue across her sensitive flesh. Fuck, she tastes good.

Like honey and whiskey.

Like mine.

She twitches and groans. Her hips roll with the movement, and her hands find their way to my still damp hair as she pulls my head into her.

I laugh, "So demanding, and here I thought you wanted to play." She glares down on me, but the moment I flick her swollen clit with my tongue, her eyes roll back, and her head falls into the pillow behind her. My thumb replaces my tongue, rubbing her swollen bud in circular motions as I use my other hand to pin her down by her thigh.

"Oh, fuck, yes."

"Yeah? You like the way my tongue feels, don't you baby?" I ask before sinking my teeth into her inner thigh.

Aspen cries out, her pleasure-filled sounds only making my cock harder and more desperate to bury itself inside her.

"This is my pussy. I got you back, and now it's mine, you hear me?" I whisper against her flesh. I lick and nip at her skin, marking her inner thighs with crimson teeth marks.

"More, Duke," she pleads, clearly as needy for me as I am for her, but not yet. Next to my knee, I can feel my hockey stick still laying on the floor where it fell. Tomorrow's game is the most important game and it will make or break my hockey career going forward, which sparks an idea.

Lifting the stick from the floor, I angle the handle between her thighs. Her eyes widen with panic, but it's brief. My thumb circling her clit increases its speed, making her hips squirm and buck in search of more friction, more something. Anything to bring her to the release her body so desperately craves. Still holding her panties to the side, I line the stick up at her opening, swirling its taped handle around in her slick juices.

"Duke, I can't-" she stammers.

"You can, and you will. You're going to fuck my stick like a good fucking girl because I need you to. I need your sweet goddamn juices on my stick when I score the winning goal tomorrow. I want to smell you on my stick when I beat your brother's team and take the championship. Do you understand?"

She nods, though her eyes still reflect a tinge of fear. I spit on her pussy, spreading it around her with the handle before slowly pushing it through her tight entrance.

"Holy fuck," she moans as I watch her pussy swallow my stick.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, look how good your pussy is taking my stick. Fuck." My cock is rock hard and throbbing in my pants, begging me to touch it, but I don't. Instead, I slowly move the stick in and out of Aspen, pumping her pussy as she moves to grip the couch behind her, letting her back arch off the cushion. Lowering my head to her thigh, I nip and suck at her flesh while gliding the stick in and out of her. Her hips meet each thrust, welcoming the pleasurable stretch my stick is giving her.

"Duke, please-"

"Please what, baby? Tell me what you need, Aspen," I demand.

"More, harder," she moans. I slide the stick in deeper, harder, filling every inch of her tight pussy with my wood. Her nails are white from how hard she's gripping the couch behind her. Her back is lifted so much it's barely touching the fabric. Her body tenses. She's close.

I continue.

"Cum for me, Aspen. Cum on my fucking stick like a good girl, baby," I whisper.

Resting my chin on her knee, I sink my teeth into her again. Not deep this time, just enough to scratch the surface, sending a chill up her spine and goosebumps to coat her skin, but it's just what she needs. Her body trembles and she cries out with pleasure as her orgasm hits her.

"Oh.My.Fuck.Yes.Oh, Duke."

Once she's ridden out her orgasm, I slowly slide out the stick and toss it back to the floor beside us before running my tongue up and down her pussy, licking and lapping up every drop of her release. She squirms and twitches at the impact of my heated tongue on her sensitive flesh, so I grip her hips and hold her down tightly while I suck up every last drop.

"Don't try to stop me, Aspen. You are mine and that's my fucking cum. I want to taste every bit of you on my tongue."

Looking down at me, her ocean-filled eyes smile."My turn." Before I know it, she's on the floor with me, pushing the table over to give us more room.

"What are you doing?" I laugh as she pulls at my sweats.

"You said we're playing, but so far, only you've played. Now, it's my turn." She grins as she slides her hands inside my sweatpants and wraps her tiny hand around my cock. Her other hand pushes me to lay down flat on the floor as she climbs between my legs.

"Is that so?" I ask, finding this little game of hers amusing. Not to mention her shoving me down to have her way with me is fucking hot.

"Shh," she snaps before her tongue runs along my cock from my balls to the tip, eventually wrapping her warm lips around it.

Fuck.

Her head bobs up and down. Taking her hair in my hands, I hold it out of her face while I watch her take me deeper and deeper into her pretty little mouth. Her left hand makes its way to my cock and begins to jerk me off to the motions of her sucking. Goddamn does Aspen know how to suck dick. But it's when her free hand finds its way to my balls and begins to massage them that I know I'm done.

"Baby," I warn her. Each jerk of her hand and swish of her tongue brings me seconds closer to filling her pretty little mouth with my cum. "If you don't slow down, I'm not going to last."

"Good," she gives me a cocky grin. "I want to taste you, Duke. I want you to fuck my mouth until you burst, and then I want you to watch me swallow you down, because if I'm yours, you're mine."

Well shit.

Aspen increases the pace of her hand, tightening its grip as it glides up and down my throbbing shaft. Her lips once again wrap around its tip, and she swirls her tongue over and around the head inside her mouth while looking up at me. It does me in.

"Fucking hell."

I explode, filling her mouth with my cum as she takes my cock to the back of her throat. She gags and her eyes tear up, sending black streaks of mascara down her face. But she refuses to ease up. She holds my cock in the back of her throat like a fucking champion as she drinks it down.

When she's done, she wipes her mouth and smiles at me before sticking her tongue out.

"That was a fun game baby, can we play again?"

Laughter erupts through me, "Any fucking time. You're a goddamn champion, babe."

"And tomorrow, you will be too," she adds, softly pressing a kiss to my lips,"which means we should probably get some sleep."

"You're probably right about that," I agree, pushing myself up as I tuck my cock back inside my pants.

"Meet me in the shower?" she winks as she rises to her feet.

"Be there in a minute, babe, just going to clean up."

"Okay," she says as she makes her way down the hall.

I watch her cute little ass bounce as she walks away, and find myself deep in thought about how I was so close to losing her. Thankfully, I have her back and now that I do, I'm not letting anything get between us. Although I'll admit I don't know what to expect tomorrow when I see Ace and her dad at the game.

But one thing is certain, the Makos are leaving it as champions.