I groan on his cock, and that always gets me the best reactions.
“Fuck, angel, you love sucking my dick, don’t you? So fucking good for me. Look so pretty on your knees.”
I do, I love it like I love few things in life, and I could spend a solid hour driving us both insane, stealing little looks to the side to catch our reflection, which only drives me even more insane.
I can’t sit on my haunches when he’s standing, I have to kneel up so his cock is at the perfect height, and for some reason that—our very obvious size difference—it’s what always pushes me to the brink.
I moan on his cock as I spill cum over my palm, and when I can focus on him again, I sink far enough for my nose to almost touch his trimmed pubes.
When I swallow around him he grunts in that hypnotizing way that always means he’s about to blow.
“Need a shower,” I say, chest heaving and my voice just rough enough to show how much effort I put into it.
Pride and pleasure fill me when I look up at his statuesque form and see he’s working for every breath too.
Fifty reps of two hundred pounds barely wind him, but having me on my knees for him does him in.
I feel like a freaking superhero.
“And we need to clean up the living room.” I jump up, showing off a little while he still can’t speak. “Tuck’s coming later, and we still gotta go to the store to get snacks and drinks.”
“Fuck, angel,” Lex rasps, and my smile is obnoxiously wide.
Yeah, I know how to take care of my man.
Though my officeand the panic room on the second floor still aren’t done—and having to go work in Manhattan means Lex and I still don’t live here full time—the rest of the house has been renovated and decorated by someone who actually knows what they’re doing thanks to Tuck’s recommendation, so we give Tuck the house tour.
Nick oversaw the restoration of Tuck’s brownstone along with an architect who specializes in old homes, and Tucker couldn’t stop singing his praises—he wasn’t exaggerating. Nick did an incredible job making the house feel like a home, and is as discreet as discreet gets, which is a must for us.
We avoid the apartments over the garage where Austin and Roman, Lex’s new bodyguard, stay whenever we’re home, but it still takes just long enough that we only have a few minutes to get our drinks and snacks ready in the living room and get settled right before puck drop.
It’s the first game of the third round of the playoffs, and Lex and I don’t have anything against Dallas, though we’re obviously rooting for Las Vegas, and more specifically for Vinny.
“I’m not saying they’re not winning this round,” Tuck argues with Lex, who won’t hear a word against his older brother winning yet another Stanley Cup. “But they’re obviously going to face Chicago in the finals, and your cousin has made that team into a real contender. I’m just saying,” he continues, while Lex keeps his eyes on the TV and his mouth set in a stubborn frown. “The finals will go to seven games for sure, and it’s anyone’s guess who takes it.”
“We’d go to all the games then, right Lex?”
“Yes,” he says, clipped.
My poor man, he’s already stressed about the possibility of having to watch his cousin and his brother go up against each other in such a high-stakes game. Though Lottie would battle it out from behind the bench, it’s still bound to be insane with our family all rooting for both teams.
“Now you know how your mom feels whenever you play against Vinny,” I tease, hoping he can relax and just enjoy the game.
Though I know that’s asking for too much.
I might be well on my way to becoming a hockey-theory savant—skating is going to take much longer—but Lex lives and breathes for the sport, and though he’s not obnoxious about it, whenever his family’s involved in a game, he’s beyond tense.
“I know,” he sighs, just as the broadcast shows our parents—Lyla fully recovered and Dad on his way there but still looking slimmer and just a bit pale—plus Ruko and Ally in a suite. “I just wish we could be there too.”
I reach over and pat his hand.
“I know, baby.” Lex has a few commitments with sponsors in the city to deal with this week. “But we’ll be on our way to Denver soon enough.” We’re catching games three and four no matter what, and after, we’ll be following the Las Vegas Pirates along with the parental units.
Then, when the playoffs are finally over and the Pirates have won—everything I’ve learned tells me they’re taking it this year, but Lex has enforced a strict no-jinxing rule at home—we’ll finally have some real time off here to put the finishing touches on our home.
Our home.
Fuck, I love the sound of that.
