“We aren’t dating.”
“We’ll see.”
The corners of her lips twitch as she gestures at my body, then at her own. “I have rolls.”
My turn to shrug. “I’ll bring the butter.”
She cracks up into hysterical laughter, knocking her fork off the table.
“Are we fucking? Or am I taking you home?”
Her face grows even darker at my crassness. But there’s no point in beating about the bush, I desperately want to take this girl to bed, and I need her to know it.
“I could definitely be down for some fucking.” She’s barely finished her sentence when I bound outof my seat, offering her my hand and grabbing the pizza I insisted we get to go with the other.
“No time like the present, Firecracker. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
She ignores every one of my directions to where I live and drives us back to the dorms on campus instead. I guess she wants to pass out in her own bed when I’m done making her scream Loki’s name all night.
Just as well, because if she hates her hockey playing ex, as soon as she finds out I’m on the team, this whirlwind romance and my dreams of making it something more will come crashing around my head.
I need her to be in deeper with me so the fact that I happen to play hockey won’t make any difference. And I’ll just keep kissing her and saying sorry until she forgives me for neglecting to disclose that fact.
It’s shitty and underhanded. I’d prefer to be upfront. But she won’t give me the time of day if I don’t keep the truth from her. She’s said as much herself. And I need her to give me a chance.
So, we’re at her dorm. Truth is, I don’t mind being kidnapped by this woman.
In fact, if she wanted to chain me to her bed and make me her plaything, I’d be down for that too. As long as she let me out to play hockey, anyway. Shit. She’d never let me out to play hockey, would she?
Might need to rethink the whole sex slave thing.
As soon as I step into her room, her hand brushes my arm as she reaches to close the door behind me. She leans close enough for me to sniff her, but other than the lightest brush of her lips against mine, she doesn’t come close enough for me to really kiss her. And I want toreallykiss her.
The grin she flashes me before dropping to her knees is wicked. Stuttering protests clog the back of my throat as shemakes short work of freeing my cock from its cotton prison. I want to worship her. I want to tongue her clit like she’s a Double Stuf Oreo, and I can’t pry the sides apart to get to the cream. But my dick most definitely wants me to kick back and let her have her way with me.
The door’s cold and hard against my ass as I lean back, planting my feet as wide as I can with my pants and boxers trapping my ankles. She wants full access and I’m not about to interfere.
She licks her fucking lips, giving me a split second before she sucks my already leaking dick deep into her mouth and goes to fucking town. Her mouth is soft, hot, and accommodates my rock hard cock so well.
One of her hands is gripped firmly around the base of my cock, pumping up and down toward her mouth. The other cups my balls, gently squeezing, twisting, and tugging them. My breath hitches as she sucks.
“Fuck.” My heart’s racing so fast I’m out of breath. My balls are already tight, my muscles coiled and ready for release. Her tongue caresses the shaft of my dick like it’s her favorite thing to do.
Some girls hate giving head, but Sigyn isn’t one of them. She’s in it for the long haul, seemingly with no idea I’m about thirty seconds from blowing my goddamn load in the back of her throat.
My fingers curl around her hair as I start to lose my grip on self-control. My head tips back with a thud against the door. Knees start to shake. Hips jerk in an awkward rhythm trying to chase the orgasm this woman fully commands.
I should just stand here, be the passenger, but the tingling all over my fucking body makes me needy, desperate, aching to come, to reward this beautiful woman for getting on her knees and treating me like a king.
“Gonna…come.” Words gritted out through clenched teeth don’t sound much like the English language, but it’s the best I can do to fend off the brewing orgasm making my balls heavy.
Instead of slowing down or pulling my dick from her mouth so I don’t shoot my load right at her gag reflex, she flashes that wicked smile again around my length and pumps her hand harder, sucking me deeper. Her eagerness is so fucking hot.
Jesus Christ on toast, she’s sucking my soul out of my cock. Short, panting breaths splutter out as my whole body explodes at once. A roar comes from my chest, so loud the only way I know it’s mine is because the back of my throat burns with effort.
My hands hold her hair so tight I’m surprised she isn’t breaking my fingers to release my grip. My knees flex, buckling, threatening to fail to hold me upright while my cock shoots jet after jet of my release into her mouth.
She hums as she swallows most of my cum before pulling back just as the last squirt hits her pouty lips. Our chests heave, breaths weighty in the silence. Her tongue snakes out to collect the remnants of my release from her mouth and her finger collects the trickle making its way to her chin.
