Page 51 of Hockey Nanny

I melted into him, eagerly accepting the warmth of his tongue sliding over mine. He kissed me as if he was desperate for it, and I returned the same. Because it was the most honest thing. Iwasdesperate for it. For him.

Without breaking contact with my mouth, Dawson shrugged out of his jacket and fumbled to get his pants undone. I helped him along, popping the buttons on his shirt with urgency. His bare chest was smooth and sculpted, muscles flexing under my greedy touch. My fingers traced the cut of his hips and the hard lines of his abs, appraising him, memorizing what I could. Glancing down, a glimpse of his cock made me gasp. He was taller than Boone, and that detail showed up in a way that made my pussy throb.

The car was humid now, our bodies hot against one another, warm and sticky as sweat pooled behind my knees and at the small of my back. The windows had grown foggy too, lending an eerie slant to the world passing by outside.

With one hand on my hip, the other at my back, he angled his dick toward me. I reached down between my thighs, feeling for him as I inched down. I was wet enough that the glide was easy and didn’t take much work to get him fully sheathed inside me. I gave a long, drawn-out exhale once I was splayed flat on his lap with him buried all the way. Another breath, giving myself a moment to accommodate his size, and then I rolled my hips once.

Dawson moaned low, and pressed his face between my breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my hips. I ran my fingers through his sweat-damp hair before taking his face in both my hands to tip his head back. His expression was questioning as he gazed at me through hooded eyes, but there was nothing I wanted to say. I leaned in and kissed him again, my hips rising slightly and falling back down on his rock-hard shaft. The kiss was slow, teasing, just me giving myself permission to savor the moment as I adjusted to the stretch of his huge cock.

“Carissa,” he whispered against my mouth. “You feel incredible.”

The heat in my body surged.

He lifted his hips to meet my movements, and confidently guided me into a rhythm that rocked the limo as it tried to move smoothly on its path back to the mansion. We couldn’t have been too far out now, and my suspicion was echoed in Dawson’s determination as he picked up the pace, thrusting up into me harder, faster, making my breasts bounce with the movement.

He cupped one of my breasts, squeezing the nipple between two fingers before giving it a slight tug. Hard enough to elicit a shaky whine from me. I rode him harder in response, arousal building to an unstoppable crescendo.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and the sound of him unraveling beneath me sent a fresh squirt of juice dripping out of my pussy, getting his dick all slick.

All the better to fuck me with.

His thrusts became jerky, but it was me who stumbled first. Ribbons of heat in my belly made my pussy pulse and clench around him, my looming climax aching for its time to shine. I chased the feeling, meeting his movements as he drove into me over and over again.

“I think I’m— I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—”

“That’s it,” Dawson encouraged, sweeping the hair from my face so he could look at me. “Show me. I want to feel you come around me.”

I dipped my hips so my clit brushed his cock every time I rolled back, and the additional sensation made my toes curl. He felt so fucking good it took me biting down on my lips to keep from crying out.

And as much as he tried to hold back, his rhythm faltered at the same time. I felt his cock twitching inside me as his whole body tensed up, head thrown back against the seat and his fingertips digging into my skin hard enough to bruise. My second orgasm shattered me, and I moaned louder than I meant to, resulting in Dawson’s hand coming up to stifle me as I rode it out on top of him. He laughed softly, and kissed my cheek as I panted into his hand, my body finally going soft and supple. I didn’t move until he’d emptied the last drop of his come inside me, then I slowlylifted up on my shaky knees, letting his half-limp shaft slip out before settling back into his lap again.

We sat that way for a while, pressed close, catching our breath. I couldn’t believe that a week ago I’d been crying on his sofa, questioning the choices that had led me to his door. Now, I only felt happy. And sleepy. I fought back a contented yawn as I laid my head on his shoulder, focusing on the way his heartbeat matched mine. Slowing back to normal with every fucked-out breath we took.

I could’ve stayed that way all night, curled into him, his breath on my face, fingers affectionately running through and smoothing my hair. But the low whirr of the engine as we pulled up to the gates ushered in a different reality.

“You better not be asleep.” He sounded about halfway there himself, but the implication of his words got my attention.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

The limo swept to the front of the mansion and rolled to a stop, the glow from the lamp posts lighting up the flicker in his eyes. My pussy clenched, recognizing that look before my brain did.

“I mean you can’t go to sleep,” he said, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

18

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Boone

I found her on the sofa before she noticed me. Cross-legged, pencil tapping lightly against the edge of her textbook, Carissa was leaning into her work with a focused crease between her brows. I slid onto the sofa beside her and stretched out, dropping my head into her lap with a most unceremonious plop.

“What are you doing?” She didn’t push me away. That was a start. “Can’t you see I’m studying?”

I tilted my head up to look at her, a smirk pressing at the corners of my mouth. “How was the party last night?”

Her fingers paused mid-scribble, and that frown took on a whole different meaning when a flush crept onto her cheeks. She wore shorts, and the warmth from her thighs pressed in on me, trying to lodge itself as a distraction in my brain. But I wasn’t done yet.

“After checking in with Dawson this morning, I’m even more sorry I couldn’t make it.”