Page 39 of Pucking Snowed In With My Ex

“And you kept it?”

“Yeah. I had it stashed here so you wouldn’t find it, and I never had the heart to get rid of it. Merry Christmas, Sugar,” Cal said, handing over the box that looked about the size of a mug. I went to pull on the bow, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me. “I want you to open it at the game. I know it sounds crazy, but it will make sense.”

“You’re right. That does sound crazy, but it kinda makes sense coming from you,” I said, putting the box down on the table.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Wrapping his arm around my waist, Cal pulled me in tight to his body and kissed me hard. “Now, about that whipped cream,” he mumbled against my lips.

Leaving me breathless and off-kilter, he walked to the table and came back with the bowl. Dipping his finger in the sweet goodness, he smeared it on the side of my neck, and I moaned as he licked it off. Closing my eyes, I shuddered as he did it again.

“I think we need to get you out of your clothes.” He smirked, and my body tingled at the thought of him licking the cream off other places, but instead, I took the bowl.

“My dessert, not yours. You strip. Oh, and make it sexy,” I ordered, feeling frisky and loving the shocked expression on Cal’s face. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to as he slowly backed away, his eyes filled with the same look he got when we were kids, and he was about to do something that would land us all in trouble.

Standing my ground, I tucked the bowl under my arm and ran my finger through the cream. Cal’s eyes darkened as he watched me lick it off.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“How am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re doing that?” Only Cal could look sexy and adorable at the same time. I lifted a shoulder and let it fall as I feigned boredom. I was the furthest thing from bored, but I wouldn’t let him know. “Okay, fine, you want sexy, I’ll give you sexy.”

He marched over to the remote that controlled the music, and it was a damn good thing I wasn’t eating, or I would’ve choked when he put on, I’m Too Sexy. Biting my lip, I tried hard not to laugh, but the moment he pulled his t-shirt off and swung it around his head, I was done and laughed so hard my stomach hurt, and I had to sit down.

Cal turned his back to me and looked over his shoulder as he shook his ass back and forth, and my laughter only got worse until I couldn’t see through the tears. Bending over, he twerked, then spun around to look at me as he sang the chorus.

I waved my hand. “Okay, stop. Stop. I can’t take anymore.”

“What? This is my exotic dancer routine in case I don’t want to play in the NHL anymore,” he bit his lips and flexed before kissing his biceps, and that was it. I was dead. I couldn’t catch a proper breath.

Cal grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. “It’s not nice to laugh. What am I going to do as my backup career?”

“Word to the wise, don’t quit your day job.”

“So, you’re saying I’ll never make a Magic Mike movie?” I shook my head as I placed my hands on his chest and fanned my fingers over his hard muscles. He may not make it as a dancer, but he was everything I wanted and needed in my life. His naked chest aside, Cal was my other half in every way. We finished each other’s sentences, and he knew what I needed when I needed it without asking. My body sang when I was near him, and my heart beat faster as my stomach fluttered with the wings of a million little nerves.

Sobering, Cal cupped my cheeks and kissed me, washing away the rest of the day’s stress. In a blink, he’d made me feel like the stars were possible as long as I reached for them.

“I still want to lick the whipped cream off of you,” I said as he broke the kiss and laid his forehead against mine.

“No worries, I’m not missing out on that.” His belt rattled as it came undone. Next was the zipper on his jeans, and my stomach clenched as a throbbing started between my legs. I licked my lips, heat rushing to my face as he pushed his boxers down. My eyes traveled up and down his body, and there wasn’t a single thing about him I didn’t love. Cal was made for me. Broad shoulders, muscled chest, and abs for days were only the beginning.

“Are you enjoying the view?” That cocky tone was back in his voice. The one that slid over your skin, feeling intimate without a single touch. The tone that said he knew he was sexy as sin and knew what he did to me. I’d always found it amusing whenever he ended up in the sin bin. It seemed fitting.

He stroked himself, and I quickly grabbed the bowl of whipped cream from the table before he decided to strip me, and I lost my chance.

“Holy sh…that is cold,” he said, tensing as I spread some of the cream on his chest and circled his nipple. “Shit,” he hissed as I tongued him, drawing circles and lapping up the sweetness while I kept my eyes on his. “You are so fucking sexy. You know that Sugar?”

I smirked and continued to swirl my tongue down his body, spending extra time with each of his abs that were calling my name. Putting a small dollop of the whipped cream on the head of his cock I savored the hungry look in his eyes as I dragged my tongue across his tip.

“Oh no, no. That will never do.” Before I knew what he meant, Cal reached into the bowl and scooped out a massive handful of cream, and smothered his cock until he was coated entirely and you couldn’t see a speck of skin. Smiling, he sucked his fingers into his mouth one at a time. “Well?”

“Is that how you want to play it?”

“Oh yes, it really is,” he countered, and I stepped out of the jeans I was wearing before taking off the jersey and setting it on the table.

I stared into his eyes as I pushed my underwear down over my hips and didn’t miss the soft groan that left his lips. Next was my bra, and I tossed it aside as I lowered myself onto my knees. This hadn’t been what I saw myself getting for Christmas this year, but it was so much better. Grabbing his quads, I started with the base and slowly worked my way along his shaft but left his head covered.

“Fuck, that feels good, Sugar,” Cal groaned.

I made sure that not even a tiny bit was left anywhere before sucking him into my mouth. He shuddered and rocked his hips forward. Moaning, I picked up the pace and loved feeling him hit the back of my throat. I’d never had much of a gag reflex, and the fact that Cal would lose control when I took him down my throat was addicting.