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“It’s the same color as your truck,” she tells me.
I didn’t think I could get any harder right now. But knowing she put this on with me in mind? Yeah, that has me stiffening even more.
I strip the sheets back so I can see all of her. Slide a hand down to her knee, hiking it up over my hip and spreading her open. She didn’t bother putting on any underwear, which is as sexy as the outfit she’s wearing.
We both groan when my needy erection rubs against her bare pussy.
Rylan’s hands settle on my shoulders, her nails digging into the same spot she massaged before.
This time, I don’t tease her.
I’m too worked up. From the game earlier. From how the main thing I’ve thought about since stepping off the ice wasthis, watching her bite her bottom lip and lift her hips as if I need an enticement. From seeing the same desperation I’m experiencing written all over her face.
I rip the condom wrapper open, cover myself, and then thrust inside of her.
Wet, tight heat clenches around me as I push deeper, like a slick fist. I move my hand to the inside of her thigh, holding her open and thrusting as deeply as I can. I’m not going to last long. I’m incapable of lasting long with her, it seems.
And then I’m there, all the way inside of her. I exhale through my nose, trying to think about anything except howincredible it feels. I want to savor this, for it to last as long as possible.
Her inner muscles squeeze around me, deliberately. Pleasure zings along my cock in response to the hot friction, steadily spreading throughout the rest of my body.
“Fuck, baby.” I don’t mean to say it. The endearment slips out, just like last time.
My balls are heavy, the base of my spine tingling. Our mouths meet in a messy, enthusiastic kiss as her breasts rub against my chest. Rylan is making those breathy sounds that drive me insane, like she’s too overwhelmed to take normal inhales. Her hands slip down my back until they reach my ass, her nails digging in like she’s trying to physically pull me even deeper inside of her.
I’m barely hanging on. My hand moves between our bodies, finding the swollen bud of her clit right above where I’m pumping into her.
Then,finally, she’s coming.
My steady strokes falter as her pussy constricts around my cock. The edges of my vision blur as my bloodstream swims with endorphins and relief and desire and something more intense than lust. I release with a long grunt, my dick jerking as I fill the condom.
We don’t move for a minute, both breathing heavily. I don’twantto move. I want to stay exactly where I am. The burning urge to fuck her has been sated, but I can still feel my skin buzzing from her proximity.
I have to force myself to roll away from her, grabbing a tissue from the box on her side table to wrap the condom in before tossing it in the trash.
I lie back down, but I’m not sure I should. Everything about tonight was impulsive, and I have no clue what she’s wanting orexpecting. She hadn’t texted me since we had sex in my truck on Friday night.
I saw her message and reacted, high off the win and wanting to celebrate.
If she’s wanting to go to sleep, I don’t want to be that guy who can’t take a hint and hangs around until it’s awkward. But I don’t want her to think I showed up here just for sex, that this was just about getting off for me.
Rylan turns toward me, her hand landing on my abs. Her fingers skim the ridges. “Any new injuries?” she asks conversationally.
I raise an eyebrow when she glances up at me. “Did I just fuck you like I was wounded?”
She rolls her eyes. “Sorry for caring.”
Immediate regret.
I thought… I don’t know what I thought. I assumed she was teasing. That she thinks I’m a slowpoke who can’t evade hits. A wimp who can’t skate through some pain.
As pathetic as it sounds, I’m not used to someone caring. If I mentioned an injury to my parents, they’d say it was my own fault for not quitting hockey like they suggested. Hunter and Conor get just as banged up as I do. Complaining to either of them usually turns into a competition of who can power through the worst beating.
“I, uh, I’m fine,” I say awkwardly. “Worthington was slow.”
Rylan says nothing, her hand stilling on my stomach.
Fuck. I’m sobadat this. Every time we’ve hooked up, I’ve had no clue what to do after one or both of us finished. I’m accustomed to being buzzed during this part, for there to be a party to return to or some other distraction drawing my attention away. In her dim, empty bedroom, there’s nothing except us.
