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She swallowed hard, and I wondered where her filthy imagination had gone.
“It’s not?” Her voice was just a whisper.
I slipped the sleeve of her overly large T-shirt off her shoulder. The girl seriously needed some clothes that fit. I was beginning to get a shoulder kink, and it was all because of her. She was always so covered up, swathed in clothes that were three sizes too big. I had no idea what her cleavage looked like, but I was intimately acquainted with her shoulder.
She watched my hand as I moved to the other shoulder and slipped the neck of her top off. It cascaded down her body like expensive satin instead of worn cotton. That was the power of a girl like Lily. She was all class. Out of my league, miles above me and beyond me.
But that wouldn’t save her.
Her T-shirt pooled at her belly, and I laid my eyes on her chest for the first time. She had on one of those little lacy bralettes, dark red like wine. I was right about her freckles; they spread across her body like little constellations. I wanted to map their formations and follow each and every one, down the dip between her small tits and across the span of her of ribs. I slid my finger under one of the bralette straps. I brought my eyes to hers, waiting for a reaction. Refusal. Permission. Something.
Her silence gave me what I needed. I tugged the strap, peeling it down her arm and exposing one sweet tit. It was small and perfectly formed. An apricot with soft, downy skin. Her nipple was large, a soft coral pink, with fawn-colored freckles dancing across the surface. I stared. A rosy blush spread across her delicate chest at my inspection. She was holding her breath, and I realized that I was, too.
“Breathe, Lily.”
It sounded like an order, but it was more of a plea. I needed air just as badly as she did, but she had stolen it all from the room. She took a halting breath, and her naked breast jiggled with the movement. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“Sit on the counter.”
“Why?” she asked, clearly getting nervous again.
I slid my hands down her waist and settled them on her hips. Lifting her was easier than my weight reps in training. I sat her on the edge of the counter. Her legs parted naturally around my hips. It wasn’t just my hand around her neck that fit like it was designed to; the cradle of her narrow hips hugged mine perfectly. I was hard, and even the brush of my shorts felt too intense on my leaking head. I stepped closer and pressed my cock against her, slotting it between her thighs, pushing her back on the counter until she was braced on her elbows.
“Because you owe me a kiss, and I’m taking it from here.” My voice was a guttural croak. I wanted to lick her sweet cunt. I bet it was like a peach. I wanted to taste how much she liked being told what to do by me. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything.
But we’d been running a long time, and Coach Eric was never out late on a school night. Besides, blowing my load in, on, or near Lily so close to an important game wasn’t a smart move. If I wanted to make it out of this town and stay at Hade Harbor, in this house with this girl, I needed to win. Everything comes to he who waits. It was Uncle Jack’s motto and one of the only things he’d ever said that inspired me. Of course, he had no idea that when he said it, I was thinking of the day I’d be free of him. So tonight, I couldn’t allow myself her cunt. It was too tempting.
My hand went to the other strap, and I slid it free.
“The bet was for one kiss,” Lily reminded me softly, a challenging gleam in her eyes. “Just one.”
I stopped in the process of taking off her bralette and found a reluctant grin coming to my lips.
“You’re right. We’d better stick to the terms,” I muttered before losing the battle to go slow, swooping down and taking her pretty pink nipple in my mouth.
It started as a kiss, but as Lily gasped and moved closer, it became more. My tongue rolled over the puffy point between my lips, curling around the hard bud as I grabbed her other nipple , still encased in lace, and pinched teasingly.
She moaned, her hands sinking into my hair and yanking. I growled against her skin and bit down lightly on the tit in my mouth, threatening her nipple with my teeth. She groaned, a soft, breathy thing that made my wretched, black heart pound.
A sound of rapture like that, from a girl like her, could enslave a man.
She rocked into me, her body instinctively reacting to the hard length pressed against her pussy, only two layers of material away from each other. Her hands tugged the back of my hair, no longer pulling but holding me in place. I laved her nipple relentlessly with my tongue, nipping and circling, worshiping at her unspoiled altar.
I was so hard, I could poke a damn hole in my shorts, but I wasn’t about to break my rule about coming too close to a game. I needed that pent-up energy to fuel me. I needed the restless, unfulfilled aggression to dominate on the ice. Instead, I leaned away and tore her other breast free, attacking it with my lips and teeth. I wanted to mark this woman, turn her pretty skin pink and leave my name on it so everyone would know she was mine.
I had to stop. I was too close to coming, and Lily felt too good.
“Touch yourself like you did after you wrote about me in your journal,” I grabbed one of her hands and put her fingers into my mouth, wetting them thoroughly. Then I pushed her hand down the front of her shorts. “Make yourself come while I suck on your beautiful tits.”
She opened her mouth, seeming like she might try to protest.
I shook my head, leaning my forehead against hers. “It wasn’t a request, Lily. Do it, or I will, then I’ll fuck your mouth and come so far down your throat that you choke on it.”
Her eyes widened, and her hand slid lower, heading between her legs. Her breath fluttered when she found her clit. I leaned away, watching her hand moving under her running shorts. It was wildly hot, the image tattooing itself in my memory for all time. She worked her clit cautiously, like she wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Her innocence screamed at me, only turning me on more. I leaned down and took one of her nipples back in my mouth, tugging at it and rolling it, making her rock harder against her hand. She was rising, I could feel it from her increased wriggling.
With my free hand, I massaged her other breast, pulling at the nipple, squeezing the small weight. My hand looked huge against her slight tit, palming it roughly, covering it completely. She was so small, but she didn’t complain about the rough handling. Her skin was stained red with my fingerprints, and yet she pushed herself only further into my touch.
It wasn’t just her body that was designed to fit me; her filthy little mind was made to complement mine, as well. She was a ball of striking contradictions, and I was already addicted.
