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“I’m okay, I guess. Tired. Want to be home. Want to see you.” I stop talking. “It’ll be okay.”
“You’ll feel better once you’re home.” I close my eyes because will I be better once I’m home? She’s still not going to be there.
“Yeah, I guess.” I stop talking, and neither of us says anything. We just listen to each other breathe. “Wish you were here.”
“Wish you were here,” she repeats, and then we hang up. I toss my phone on the side before undressing and falling asleep.
The bus ride to the rink is quiet. No one is talking. Everyone knows how much this sucks. The minute the puck drops, it doesn’t get any better. I take a stupid penalty for slashing and end up in the box, where they score after forty seconds. The second period is even worse, and we end up losing four to one.
“Can we just go fucking home?” Jay moans after the game, and the coach just looks at him.
“Flight is at noon,” he snaps. “You aren’t the only one who wants to get this fucking week over.”
We pull up to the hotel, and no one utters a fucking word to each other. I head upstairs to my room, tossing the key card on the table along with my phone. I don’t even want to text or call her. I’m so angry about it all that I need to calm down.
I’m about to get undressed when there is a knock on the door. I look over and see it’s almost eleven o’clock. I walk over, not even checking to see who it is before I open the door. The Do Not Disturb sign flies onto the floor, but no one is looking at that because the only thing I see is her.
“Surprise,” she says, throwing her hands into the air.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
ryleigh
Ten seconds before he opens the door, the only thing going through my mind iswhat the fuck are you doing?But—and I know nothing good comes after but—seeing his face light up, well, it was worth all the hoops I jumped through just to be here for twelve hours. “Surprise.” I throw my hands in the air, and he stands there holding the hotel door in one hand, his mouth hanging open. He’s wearing dress pants with his white shirt that is untucked from his pants, his feet only in socks.
I think I count to three before he reaches forward and pulls me into his room. One hand wraps around my waist perfectly. The hand holding the door lets it go and flies to my cheek, my whole body tingles from just one touch. “You’re here,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. “Are you really here, gorgeous?”
I smile, my own hand coming up to cup his cheek. “I’m really here.” I don’t have time to say anything before his mouth crashes on mine. The kiss starts off slow but quickly escalates since we haven’t seen each other in over a week. My bag slips off my shoulder and falls with a thud beside our feet, but he’s spinning us farther into the room.
The only light on is the one beside the bed. “How are you here?” He lets go of my lips to trail kisses down my neck. I move my head to the side, giving him more access. “I don’t care,” he says, pushing my black jacket off my shoulders. “I’ve missed you, gorgeous,” he whispers softly, my hands now moving up his chest to the buttons of his shirt.
“I’ve missed you more than I want to admit.”
He chuckles while pulling the black T-shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. It takes less than a minute for us to be on his bed, though his boxers are still on, unfortunately. He kisses my neck while he pushes a bra strap down, trailing kisses down my shoulder and finally taking a nipple into his mouth. “I have to taste you,” he declares, and before I can answer him, he pushes my panties aside. His tongue slides into me at the same time as his finger. My eyes close, taking in the feeling of him touching me. I’ve touched myself while thinking of him this whole week, but nothing compares to the real thing. Nothing can compare to Stone.
My hand goes into his hair. “Oh,” I pant when he sucks my clit into his mouth and slides another finger into me. “Yes.” I open my legs more for him. “Right there.”
He curls his fingers up, touching my G-spot, and the tightness starts in my stomach. “Did you mean here?” he asks, kissing my thigh before attacking my clit again. I don’t answer him. I just push his face into my pussy. His fingers work me over, taking me right there, right where he always takes me, and I don’t even have to try. I can feel the orgasm coming, making me want to open my legs wider, my hips moving to meet his fingers.
“I’m—” I don’t have to say anything, or maybe I can’t because the orgasm rocks through me. His fingers move faster until the end of my orgasm. I don’t have time to think before he’s between my legs. His knees are on the bed as he slams into me. The only sounds in the room now are of us moaning.
The fullness of him is perfect. “This isn’t fair,” I pant as he pulls out and slams into me again. “I didn’t get to suck your cock.” My legs hitch around his hips. “You got all the fun.” I can’t even talk because he’s fucking me hard and fast. It’s the best feeling in the world.
“I’ll come down your throat soon enough.” He grabs my hips, pulling me to his cock as if I’m a rag doll. His fingers grip my hips as he moves my body to his cock, his balls slamming my ass. “You need to get there,” he urges between clenched teeth.
“Then take me there,” I egg him on, “pound my pussy like you mean it.”
I don’t say anything else because he’s throwing both legs over his shoulders. His hands go beside my shoulders, and he fucks me hard, fast, and deep. It’s fucking glorious. My eyes close as I clench my pussy around his cock. “Stone,” I moan, my eyes closed. I’m coming down from my orgasm when I feel another one coming. “Oh my.”
“One more and you can suck my cock.” My eyes open when he speaks, and I see him watching me. “I want your pussy to beg for my cum,” he says, “but I want your mouth to swallow it.” Just thinking of it, I’m coming again. “Yes,” he hisses, his thrusts shorter and then pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into me. It’s like my body is a violin, and his cock is the bow.
“You ready?” he asks me when he knows my orgasm is at the end. My throat is dry, so all I can do is nod. He pulls his cock out of me, and I sit up, taking him in the back of my throat. My hand grips his shaft, my eyes closing to take him as deep as I can get him. “You have one more in you?” I don’t even know what he’s asking, but then his fingers enter me. “You are so wet, gorgeous.” I look up at him, his fingers working the same speed as my hand on his cock. “Look at you taking my cock.” He thrusts his hips to get more of it in my mouth. “Take my cock any way I want you to take my cock,” he urges, and I try to focus on his cock in my mouth, but his fingers and his words are distracting, and I can feel another one coming. It’s like my body has been saving it all for this moment. “Like a good girl.” The words come out in a hiss because his cum hits the back of my throat at the same time as I come on his hand. I swallow every single drop he has for me, his fingers slowing down in me at the same time as my hand slows around the base of his cock.
I open my eyes to watch him, wondering who will let go first. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he declares, pulling his fingers out of me and sliding them into his mouth. I let go of his cock, only for him to grab my face and slide his tongue into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he says, letting go of me, “I’ve just had the best orgasm of my life, and my cock wants you again.” I look down at his cock and see it hasn’t even gone down.
“You act like that’s a bad thing,” I joke with him, getting on my knees and taking off my bra and tossing it to the side. “We have twelve hours.” I cup his balls. “When I leave here, I want to feel you still inside me.” I kiss his neck, his hands coming up to pinch my nipples and then roll them. “Feel up to the challenge, big boy?”
