“Sure it is.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “Or do you just like being reminded of how hot you are?”
“Was that a compliment, firecracker?” My pecs involuntarily flex in response, which isn’t lost on her as I smell a fresh burst of her perfume bloom from underneath my jersey. “I’m honored.”
“I guess you’re okay to look at.” She smirks, though she’s not fooling anyone with the wet patch I spy pooling underneath her when she adjusts her position. “For a hockey player.”
“I’ll show you exactly what a hockey player can do.”
I crawl up toward her and brush a loose strand of hair off her sharp, freckled cheekbone. When I look into her golden eyes, I note that they’re also flecked with tiny specks of green. Usually, with girls, I’m keen to get straight to the action, then order them a taxi, but Sabs seems to possess magical powers as I’m somehow perfectly content with just looking at her.
She draws in a breath, her plump lips parting as if she too can sense the electric chemistry between us. Every alpha instinct in my body is screaming to be closer to her, so I burrow my face in her neck. When I inhale her scent, she lets out a little groan and wriggles.
“Sabs,” I croak as my cock brushes against her hot center. Her slick soaks through my shorts and boxers, she’s that wet. “I…”
She shoves me back, pushing my chest hard. I’m stunned, wondering whether I’ve done something wrong before she climbs on top of me and pins me down.
I brush my hands up her toned thighs. “So you like to take charge.”
“Sometimes.” She sinks her top teeth into her bottom lip before impatiently ripping down my shorts and underwear. She perfumes as soon as my cock’s released, standing to attention and throbbing for her. “But mainly, I’m just impatient.”
I feel like I’m going to come as soon she takes my dick in her hands, firmly gripping my base before moving down my body, then wrapping her mouth around me.
“Holy sh—” I swear, I stop breathing as she takes me deeper, my balls clenching as her long nails tickle them.
Yep, this is even better than I imagined. Maybe even better than the feeling I get from winning a game.
My hips shudder as the tip of my dick nudges her tonsils. I’m big, even for an alpha. Just shy of eleven inches and proud. Most women struggle to take me, but Sabs slides me down her throat like it’s nothing.
Is it possible that I’ve just met the perfect omega, who is not only sexy as fuck but can also deep-throat better than a porn star? She approaches a blow job with the same competitive enthusiasm that she did our volleyball game, giving it her all and not holding back.
My knot pulsates as her lips tease the edge of it before lapping over its sensitive ridges.
“That’s fucking incredible,” I gasp.
In that moment, I know I’m fucking done. Whatever Sabrina Maverick asks of me, I’ll do it—even if that involves dressing up as a fairy at her volleyball game.
“You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth, wearing my jersey. But if you keep working me like that, I’ll—” My cock twitches as she moves up to straddle me.
She pins me in position, arching an eyebrow. “I thought hockey players were supposed to have impressive stamina?”
I grab her hips. “Is that a challenge?”
Despite our teasing, the lingering look between us seems to hold more than anticipation. Obviously, we’re both turned-on, but it feels… deeper than that, almost impossible to put into words.
“We’ll see about that,” she says as I reach for the hem of the jersey. “It stays on.” She slaps my hand away. “For now.”
“You want to fuck in my hockey jersey?” Jesus. Just when I think she can’t get any more perfect, she unlocks a kink I didn’t know I had.
Although I can’t see her pretty pussy, I know how perfect it is—glistening, and oh-so ready.
“Uh-huh.” She positions my cock against her slippery entrance. “I want you to think about this the next time you skate out onto the ice wearing it.” She pauses, then holds out her open palm. “Condom?”
“Uh…” How could I forget? I never have unprotected sex, but with how amazing she feels, all thoughts of safety had gone out the window. Dazedly, I gesture to my dresser at the bedside. “Top drawer.”
My cock feels like a loaded gun about to fire as she hops off me, rooting around in the drawer before returning with a shiny wrapper. The seconds drag as she rips it open with her teeth then rolls it down over me in one swift, military-precision-level motion.
“Now where were we?” she purrs, climbing back into position.
I lose the ability to reply as she sinks down onto me, one inch at a time. Her pussy is unbelievably tight, squeezing me hard. Some people prefer to have sex with the lights off, and I’m so glad that’s not the case with Sabs, relishing the opportunity to admire her every curve. She moans in pleasure, riding me with confidence as she releases her hair from her ponytail, sending it tumbling down to her waist.
