I blinked at the command in his voice. Leo never ordered me around, but there was something about it that was a huge turn-on. Whenit came to sex, he always knew exactly what he wanted and he had no problem asking for it—or apparently, demanding it, once in a while. If only he’d do that with his feelings, we might not be in this weird relationship limbo.
I reached down to pull up my jeans.
“No,” he said, reaching between my legs for the come dripping out of me as he continued stroking his dick. He shoved his fingers in the come now coating my pussy, playing with it, and pushing it back inside me. He groaned as he did. “Fucking hell.” He tipped his head back. “I want to see this running out of your mouth and your pussy at the same time, Sophia. I want you completely fucking owned by me. If you’re going to walk around in my jersey acting like you’re mine, then you can wear my fucking come like a trophy.”
My pussy throbbed.Okay, Leo obviously has some sort of come kink and I am here for it.
I dropped to my knees in the dirt with my pants around my ankles, filing this away as the hottest fucking experience of my life. Leo stepped toward me and pushed his dick into my open mouth.
“Make sure it runs down your chin,” he said as he grabbed my head, pumping himself into my mouth vigorously. I nearly chocked on his dick and when my throat constricted around him, he eased up slightly, still gripping the back of my head with both hands. “You okay, baby?” he asked as one of his hands came to my chin, tilting my gaze upward as he kept thrusting.
I nodded.
He groaned and his head fell back again. “I’m coming, Soph.” His hips tightened as his come hit my tongue and I held it in my mouth like he wanted. I waited until he’d filled me with his release and then lickedthe underside of his dick, allowing the come I’d been holding to dribble out both sides of my mouth.
I stood up with his come dripping down my legs and my chin and he stepped forward, pressing my back against the wall as his mouth devoured mine. He licked the come off my face and returned it to my mouth with his tongue, while his fingers pushed the still-warm come between my legs back inside me. He rubbed it into my clit with his thumb and I swelled with need again as he rubbed it in circles.
At the sound of my moan, Leo pulled his lips from mine and surveyed my face. I closed my eyes, relishing the pressure building between my legs. My face and thighs were sticky, and his dick was pressed against my leg, leaving streaks of moisture everywhere it touched.
“Are you going to come for me again, Hawaii?” Leo asked.
“Yes,” I crocked. “Kiss me.”
Leo’s lips were on mine instantly as his tongue swept in my mouth and the pulsing in my clit intensified. I grabbed his face with both hands and held him to me as I climaxed again, my whole body shaking from the intensity and the cold air around us. Leo broke the kiss and stepped back, chest heaving. He looked down at his hard cock between us.
“We should go back to my place now. I don’t think we’re done.”
“All of this because of a jersey? I’m going to wear this every day,” I said, looking down at it.
“Don’t make me promises, Hawaii,” he said sadly. He tucked himself back in his briefs and reset his suit pants. “I need you to take it off when we get back to my dorm. You can wear anything else of mine, but not that. Not until you really mean it, Sophia.”
He grabbed a towel from his bag to help clean me up before resetting my clothes and taking my hand to walk me back to his place. The whole time we walked, I bit back the words on the tip of my tongue.But I couldn’t bring myself to say it, not when I knew we were about to be apart for four weeks for winter break. Not when I knew that at the end of this school year whatever we said now and whatever we meant now wouldn’t make a difference because our lives didn’t align after graduation. But as I fell asleep in my room that night after he’d walked me home, I whispered it into the universe anyway.
“I did mean it, Leo. I meant all of it.”
Holiday Magic
I wanted to giveyou one more reason to appreciate our hockey guys as you’re all traveling home for the holidays, so I took the time to write this up and send it in moments after witnessing our hockey team’s holiday charity event. Did you know that our boys not only donated their time today to a group of foster children, but that they also taught each and every one of them how to ice skate?
As a romance reader, I’ve come across the phrase “my ovaries exploded” far too often for a concept that sounds remarkably concerning from a medical perspective. What does that even mean? You got all hot and bothered because a guy did something paternal, making you think of him like a potential father for your kids? Or you suddenly want to have that guy’s baby? Look, I still don’t know if I really get what it means, but I would say mine damn near exploded a few hours ago when I saw these big, six-foot-tall hockey players crouched down and holding the hands of kids who were scared to be on the ice.
And spinning them in the air? Forget it. I nearly died. Friends, the games are amazing. Their practices are great. Those groin stretches,well you all remember how I feel about those. But a charity event with children? All I want for Christmas is a recording of that event so I can watch it over and over again. In case you’re worried about the grueling schedule of a professional hockey player, let me just assure you that most of these guys would make awesome dads if what I just saw is any indication. Seems like a potentially reasonable tradeoff.
Happy holidays! You’ll have to wait until after the new year to read my write up of tonight’s game. Leo Harrison is going for the all-time BU scoring record tonight, and if I know Leo at all, we’ll have something to celebrate when we get back to campus. Until next year!
Chapter Thirty
Sophia
The airport attendant atmy gate picked up the speaker to make another announcement and I sighed before she’d said a single word. I couldn’t handle another delay. I’d been in this airport for the last five hours, texting my mother with updates on delay after delay. I was already going to be late for Christmas Eve dinner and everyone at home was bummed out. I was eating airport food for the second time since I’d arrived this morning. I needed to get out of here before I had another convenience store sandwich on Christmas Eve.
“Attention all passengers waiting for flight 1873 direct to Honolulu International Airport. Your flight has been cancelled due to inclement weather.”
A chorus of groans erupted around me.
“We apologize for the inconvenience and the disappointment this may cause during the holidays. If you need assistance rescheduling yourflight or finding local accommodations, please see us at the gate and we will be happy to assist you. Happy Holidays.”
I pulled out my phone and called my mom. “Hey, they canceled the flight,” I said, gathering my bag. Since I had plenty of stuff at home, I only had the one carry-on.
