Page 6 of Blind Date with a #HOCKEYBOY (Love Canyon: Blind Date with a #BOOKBOYFRIEND #2)

NOAH

“ U gh! So close!”

Quinn pouted, her full lips adorable yet so sexy. My dick failed to receive the only friends vibe and was fully prepared to make my life difficult if I wanted to. She spun, not helping matters. Hand on her hip. The top of her head barely hit me at the shoulder in heels, and that look in her eyes?

Stay down buddy, I ordered.

“I might want a rematch.” Eyes sparkled, and she ran her teeth along her bottom lip then tilted her head to the side. “You weren’t holding back, were you?”

The way her eyes narrowed, paired with that damn pout, and I knew my dick was about to have a field day thinking about all the dirty things we could do.

Like make her lips part as she gasped and came.

Over and over. From my mouth, my fingers, my all-too-eager dick.

With a hand over my heart, I feigned outrage.

“Quinn, I am a gentleman. And a goalie. We never hold back.” Might’ve let that last part drop an octave, and from the way her pupils dilated, she noticed.

Interesting.

“Promises, promises,” she breathed as she picked up her glass and drained it. Her tongue darted out to catch a drop of wine before it escaped her lips.

Fuck, I wanted to lick her.

What was the saying? If I lick it, she’s mine?

Taking a chance, I closed part of the distance between us, and murmured, “I always keep my promises, beautiful.”

Oh, I was definitely going to lick it if things kept going this way. I’d had my fair share of girls show interest. Quinn’s eyes widened, and her head tipped back so she could look me in the eyes. Fuck, why did I love that she was so… tiny compared to me?

This close, whatever perfume or shampoo she used, intoxicated and enthralled me.

I was enthralled by her. Her smile, the way she glared at the target before she hurled that tiny ax…

how her eyes sparkled, either in mirth or annoyance at missing the target entirely.

Something told me E and Zoe would like her. A lot.

“You do?”

I nodded slowly, watching the way her chest rose and fell with every breath. “I am very good at keeping my promises. I,” I let my eyes go from her eyes, down, and back up. “Love keeping my promises. If you’re interested. And if you say no, it’s ok-”

“What if I made you promise,” she licked her lips, eyes darting to mine at the same time then back up, head falling back, “to not to fall, and neither would I?”

My brow knot together. “No catching feelings?”

Quinn nodded and raised a finger between the meager space of our bodies. “One, I am not interested in any type of romantic relationship. And two,” her second finger made an appearance, “if you don’t keep your promises, I will tell your besties.”

Yep, the girls would lover her. Leaning in, I murmured in her ear, loving the way she shivered, “Well, then I promise to make you come twice before I do. Once, on my fingers, then on my face, beautiful.”

The sound of her swallowing and the breath that audibly escaped from her shot straight to my dick. “Well, let’s make sure you have ample time to keep those promises, hockey boy.”

I tossed a couple of bills on the table and waved down the server, grabbed her purse, and steered her toward the door as she laughed.

“Never let it be said I’m not prompt and ready to go.

And fuck, Quinn,” I breathed as she glanced back at me, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed with desire, “I am so ready to go.”

She but her damn lip again. “Promises,” she teased.

“Let me worry about that. You just take what I have to give, and I’ll do the rest. Your place, or mine?”

“Yours, unless you want Nan bringing us breakfast.”

Oh, Quinn…just you wait, I thought. I’m the only going to make you breakfast…after making you come over and over.

Thank God Mr. Sutton lent me his SUV, because if we had to walk anywhere?

My dick would’ve made that incredibly uncomfortable, if not impossible.

The headlights lit up the driveway leading the Oliver’s parents’ house, but I made a left at the curved part, to the extra garage with the loft above it where I was staying.

Ollie’s parents had the space above the garage where Mr. Sutton like to work on the vintage Mustang he bought a few years back renovated into an apartment, complete with a separate bedroom and kitchen/living area.

I put the SUV in park, and turned to Quinn.

“They won’t hear, so don’t worry about being loud when I make you come, beautiful.

” Fuck, her cheeks reddened and her lips parted on a soft breath and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

I snaked my hand up to the nape of her neck, and pulled her close, lips barely touching and whispered, “Are you ready to see how well I keep my promise?

Her tongue darted out and flicked against my lips as I bit back a growl. “Yes, please. Sooner would be better.”

With a growl, I closed the distance between us, tasting her lips before delving inside her mouth and stealing the moan she tried to let out.

Fuck, this girl. So responsive and and eager.

The way she tasted, the tiny gasps she didn’t hold back as made sure to show her how talented I could be with my tongue on other parts of her body.

Sparks jumped between us, and at the back of my mind, a whisper started before she sneaked her hand down my chest, palming my dick and stealing all thought of anything but making her come on my tongue.

Or maybe my fingers first. Or both. At least twice.

“Now, beautiful. I have promises to keep.” I nipped playfully at her bottom lip.

She giggled; a breathless, sexy sound and unbuckled her seatbelt.

I did the same (not the giggle because my dick jumped when he heard her) and hurried around to grab her hand.

I led her up the stairs leading to the apartment, careful to make sure I wasn’t dragging her behind me since every one stride of mine equaled two of hers, but she kept up with me, step for step.

The door creaked as I opened it, slamming against the wall as I turned and lifted her.

Legs wrapped around my waist as I picked up where I left off, devouring her mouth and swallowing the little sounds she made.

“Door,” she breathed in between licks and nips. I kicked it closed, and continued to the couch, dropping her gently on the cushions. She propped herself up on her elbows. Watched me as my fingers found the button of her jeans, then the zipper.

“Lift your hips for me,” I said softly. An order, but fuck if I was going to boss her around. It was a reminder that this, what I wanted, was all about her. And making her come. The flush of her skin. The little noises. How wet she would get. Her taste. “And watch me, beautiful. Eyes on me.”

I waited as she did as I asked, hips lifted, eyes locked on my face. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” She gasped as I ran my nose along her panties. “And so wet. Don’t make it too easy for me, baby.”

“I’m not the one making promises,” she breathed as I hooked my thumbs in her panties and slid them down her legs, baring her pussy to my gaze. “Oh, God.”

“Not God. Noah. Make sure you remember who’s making you come undone.

” Thumbs spreading her, I licked along her core, breathing in her scent.

Taking my time, because something told me this woman needed someone to worship her like the goddess she was.

She squirmed, but I locked her in place, arms keeping her thighs spread.

Nipping, and swirling my tongue around her clit, teasing, then pulling back over and over, until her legs trembled.

“Noah!”

I didn’t stop, but this first one? I planned on it being the one to coax the next ones out of her until she was a writhing, mindless, blissed out mess. And only then would I give my dick what it wanted so badly.

Quinn. All of her.

“Please,” she begged, soft and becoming more frantic. Gasps and moans. My tongue licked, swirled; my teeth nipped as she came apart, and I loved every damn second.

When she finally started to come down, I dragged one finger along her, coating myself with her.

As soon as she opened her eyes, I locked gazes, and put my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean.

Her eyes widened. When I slowly teased the same finger in her, adding another, her head fell back, I curled my fingers and sucked on her clit, until she came again, soaking my face and hand.

“Two, as I promised.”

Quinn sat up, breathless. “Does this mean you’re going to fuck me know? Because I’d really like that.”

I chuckled darkly. “Yes, beautiful. In the bed I’m sleeping in. Or bent over it,” I suggested as I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. She giggled and I smacked her ass before setting her down. “That’s what you want, huh?”

She crawled, turning around and kneeling before whipping off her shirt and bra. A coy glance over her shoulder, and she said. “Yes, please.”

I shucked off m y pants, shirt joining it on the floor. She went onto all fours, and fuck. “Don’t move.”

She stilled.

“I want to sear this moment into my brain. When I’m doing warm ups before every damn game, I want to remember this view.

Fuck, beautiful.” Her release coated her thighs.

As I inched closer, dick, in hand, she glanced over her shoulder at me, blonde hair obscuring part of her face.

But her eyes were bright as she watched me stroke myself from root to tip. “Shit, condom.”

Her head dropped, then popped back up. “I’m on the pill. And, fuck, I want to feel you. I’ve never…”

I sucked in a growl. Did she just say what I think she did? “Baby, do you want me bare? Because,” I leaned over and murmured in her ear, “Me, neither.”

“Really?” she asked, tangling her head so she could look at me. This close I could see all the flecks of gold and green in her eyes. Beautiful.

“Never.”

A pregnant silence filled the air. “I want to feel you, Noah. All of you.”

“Not sure how long I’ll last the first time.” She pushed her ass back as I positioned myself at her entrance.

“This time?”

I grunted as I entered her. “Twice, baby. You’re coming two more fucking times. I promised.”

She felt so fucking good, that I couldn’t stop moving, Tight, wet, and so fucking perfect. I reached around, and let my fingers work their magic on her clit as she squealed and arched her back, making me almost lose control. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

But she felt so damn good, with nothing between us, that when I felt her pussy start to tighten around my dick, I roared in relief.

“That’s it beautiful, choke my cock. Take it all,” I growled in her eye as she came apart on my dick.

A second later I joined her, filling her over and over, until we both fell onto the bed.

A breathless and mindless heap of limbs, sweat, and the best kind of messy I’d ever felt.

I kissed the tip of her nose and tried to stand up, but she stopped me. Her brows knit together, and fuck she was so damn cute and sexy I chuckled. “What?”

“Where are you going?” her voice sounded hoarse, and damned if my chest didn’t swell at the why.

“To get something so I can clean you up,” I whispered against her lips.

“No,” she protested and pulled me down on top of her.

“No?”

“I like it. Not yet, at least.”

I nipped at her chin, sliding my hand to her pussy and pushing both our cum back inside her. She mewled and ground against my palm. “Are you a little cum slut? Like that?”

She nodded and bit her damn lip again shyly.

“Tell me,” I said, rubbing her and making sure she was even messier. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head.

“I like it.”

“Like being a what? Say it,” I commanded as I pinched her bundle of nerves, coated in us.

“I like being a cum slut,” she whined.

“Such a fucking good girl for me, beautiful,” I soothed, pumping my fingers in and out of her slowly.

Letting her feel every single drop and inch of my fingers.

Her hips moved, seeking more, and I played with her until she came again.

This time, she let me play with her, legs too weak to stay closed.

Spreading it on her thighs, the tight hole that made her gasp and eyes widen before I got up and grabbed a wet cloth.

I cleaned us both, and as she went into the bathroom, I admired her ass and the way her hips swayed.

When she came back to bed, I lifted the light comforter and she crawled in next to me.

I kissed her lips again, and the scent of her skin mixed with us enveloped me.

God the way she smelled. It reminded me of…

Wait. I breathed in deeply. Holy. Fuck.

It was her. The girl I just fucked and was snoring softly in my arms was my mystery girl from the haunted house.

I wanted to pump my fist, but Instead I kissed the top of her head.

No catching feelings huh? Can’t catch what you already had…