She laughs. “Can we shift your thoughts for now?” She unlocks her car and tugs the back door open.
“To what?”
“Sit the fuck down, open your pants, and let me suck you off till you come.”
Fucking hell. What is my life? This. Fucking. Woman.
I’m not going to argue with her, or wait for her to tell me again. I’m also not going to object. She’ll get her O. In fact, she’ll get many, but after that game, and the adrenaline charging through my body, a release is just what I need.
She climbs into the car with a wicked grin on her face. That bright red lipstick is about to get smeared all over my cock, and I can’t wait.
“Sit back and close your eyes, Raffi. Let me take care of you.”
CHAPTER 33
Victoria
Most women don’t like giving head. I can count on one hand the number of my friends who like having dick in their mouths. Okay, wait, I can count my friends on one hand so that’s not exactly a fair sample. But it’s commonly held knowledge that women hate blowies. That’s why dudes created “Steak and a blow job day,” so they’re almost guaranteed a blow job once a year from their significant other.
I’m not one of those women.
I fucking love giving head.
Having that much power literally on the tip of my tongue is intoxicating. The ability to turn a guy into a babbling, writhing, mindless being with my gag reflex is one of my favorite things to do.
Raffi’s head is tipped back against the window in the back seat, his eyes closed just like I told him. I like that he doesn’t fight. He’ll give me my happy ending at some point, I know that without question. He’s not a selfish lover. But when I want to take care of him, he’s absolutely down for it.
And right now, I need to take care of him. Even if thethrobbing between my thighs is driving me insane. I’m aching to touch myself, relieve some of the pressure, but I’m so focused on giving him what he needs all I can do is rub my thighs together and enjoy in disappointment, the frustration, and the anticipation of Raffi ravaging me when I’m done sucking him off.
Game night hits differently.
Maybe it’s the hot suits. Maybe it’s the heady smell of a win in your own arena. Maybe it’s the heightened hormones flying around the ice with the puck—adrenaline, testosterone, perhaps a healthy dose of serotonin and dopamine.
Either way, there’s a buzz from my guy that makes me want to fuck like a wild animal in the middle of a freakin’ forest.
I feel it sometimes at the gym after a workout. I’m tired, hot, sweat’s dripping down my ass crack and under my tits, and all I want to do is tear my clothes off and ride Raffi’s dick until we both come. Repeatedly.
Whatever witchcraft it is has me sucking Raffi’s cock straight to the back of my throat as soon as he opens his pants to let me.
A rough groan falls from his lips as he pulls my hair back from my face. “Such a hungry firecracker.” The last word catches in the back of his throat as I trail my tongue all the way to his tip. “Mmmm.” His hips lift from the seat of the car with a squeak of the leather.
It’s started to rain, huge droplets are pelting the car and windows, obscuring the view outside. Or, more specifically, of anyone who might be passing after the game.
Curling my tongue around the head of his cock makes him damn near purr, and I can’t help but grin. His reactions make me so fucking wet. He twists my hair around his fist, but lets me set the pace, toying with his dick as I lick and suck him.
Precum slides out from his slit, and I collect it on mytongue, smacking my lips together after I swallow. Warmth flickers low in my belly. I can’t wait for him to fall apart in my mouth.
The rain falls heavier, the windows steaming up with our breaths. Raffi’s chest rises and falls, little puffs visible with every exhale.
I take his length down my throat far enough to gag, coughing against his head, but that won’t stop me. Tears well in my eyes as he thrusts in my mouth.
“You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, Firecracker.” He coos at me, letting go of the clump of hair around his hand and threading his fingers into my curls.
Dropping my jaw, I let him take the lead. His desperation to come as his thrusts get faster and jerkier has me chuckling as his cock thumps the back of my throat again, making me cough.
My desperation to please makes tears well in my eyes. I deliberately wore mascara that would run when I cry. Will he like the mess on my cheeks from my eyes watering? We’re about to find out. I can’t wait for him to feel how soaked my panties are from taking care of him like this.
He pushes deeper, and my jaw aches from hanging open. His hand curls around my throat, cupping the burn of his cock being so far down my throat.
