Page 35 of Never Bet Against A Hockey Player

I barely breathed as his eyes roamed over me. His fingers trailing down my thighs then continued all the way down to my ankles. Goosebumps erupted on my skin in response.

“You’re perfect,” August praised. His eyes flickered up to meet mine, locking me in place. Even with just a look he was commanding me to listen. To soak in his praise. The anticipation in his eyes was so strong that another shiver ran through me.

My scent was sweeter now, swelling around us as slick trickled down my bare thighs. Every cell in my body was electrified with this heady feeling. I’d never experienced anything like it before.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he said. His fingers were trailing back up my legs again, pushing my knees apart and exposing my pussy that was now right in front of his face.

More slick dripped in response, my pussy so wet and aching for this delta that had frozen me in place. I barely breathed as I waited for him to do something more.

He looked down, soaking in every exposed inch of me. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as if he could barely hold himself back. He didn’t mind how wet I was for him, slick enough the small patch of hair was dampened with it.

Not if the feral grin and deep breath he took were anything to go by.

“Can I taste you?” Even as he was teaching me what I liked, he was asking for consent. Making sure through every step of this that I was comfortable.

“Please,” I whimpered. It was breathy and needy. There was no hiding what this delta was doing to me.

His nose nudged against my skin as he trailed it back and forth over my thighs as he breathed in his fill where my scent was strongest. He spread my lips with his fingers, exposing every inch of me, taking in what I’d never shown another soul.

This was for him and him alone.

The first flick of his tongue had me almost jolting off the bed. He pressed his hands down on my thighs, holding me in place while still spreading me, and then he was feasting on me.

He took his time as he teased his tongue through my slick. His tongue was steady and certain, just enough pressure to make me squirm as he teased it around my clit then through my slick, creating a pattern that had me losing my mind.

Just as I’d started to relax he speared his tongue into my core, pressing as deep as he could go so his nose nudged my sensitive clit.

The shock of it was so intense it was hard to remember to breathe. I locked my fingers around his wrists. My grip likely bruising, but I couldn’t stop myself.

August didn’t relent to my silent pleas. In fact, he doubled down, picking up the pace as he tasted and teased me into oblivion.

My hip started to move, rocking against his face, chasing his tongue for more every time it moved away from where I needed him.

August easily read my body language and sounds, he would always correct the movement if I quieted and gave me more as whimpers and pleas escaped me. My stomach was tightening into knots as my muscles tensed. It felt like my body was preparing for something, bracing itself.

I wasn’t naïve enough to not know what an orgasm was, but I’d never experienced it. Every muscle was so tight I wondered if I might explode.

“Give into it, firecracker. I want to watch you fall apart on my tongue,” he demanded before diving back in. This time, he speared his tongue into my core repeatedly, his nose nudging against my clit. When I tightened my grip on him, he sucked hard on my clit. There was no stopping my release as it crashed into me, an animalistic sound tearing from me as my hips jolted upward, locking tight as it sent waves of pleasure through me.

Pure bliss coursed through my chest and to my limbs, making everything feel as if it were on fire. My eyes rolled back as I took everything he gave, his tongue unrelenting as he coaxed my body to give him every ounce of pleasure I’d held back for years.

Then I crashed. My body relaxed all at once, my pussy so sensitive soft whimpers echoed out.

His tongue moved slowly now as he cleaned up the slick. It was soothing and warm. I was so sensitive I almost wanted to squirm away but it felt too good at the same time.

August wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. Every so often another shudder of pleasure hit me as if it couldn’t quite stop. I lay there with my ear pressed against him, listening to the steady thud of his heart. My body felt like it was boneless and I don’t think I’d ever been so relaxed in my life.

How long had it been since I’d had a moment like this? Just being open and vulnerable with nobody there to make me regret it.

Just him. My steady delta who saw every insecurity and fear and made promises I knew he would actually keep.

When my heart finally stopped hammering against my rib cage, I sat up, looking down at him this time. It was my fingers who danced down his torso, appreciating the muscles and hardness underneath them.

Then I stopped at the button of his jeans. “I want you to show me how to make you feel good, too,” I said.

“No, firecracker. I told you we’re going to take this one slow,” he argued.

“We are, but you promised me a lesson. I want one,” I argued, not letting this one go.