Page 48 of Blindside Me (Cessna U Hockey #3)
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just enough to send a warming shiver through me. My hands slip beneath the hem of her shirt, finding soft, smooth skin. She trembles at my touch.
“Too cold?” I murmur against her lips.
“Not cold enough.” She reaches for the bottom of her shirt and lifts it over her head in one fluid motion.
The sight of her simple black bra against pale skin, the curve of her collarbone, the constellation of freckles across her shoulder that I’ve traced with my tongue before steals my fucking breath. I swallow hard, fighting to maintain control.
Jade’s fingers find the hem of my T-shirt and tugs upward. I lift my arms, allowing her to pull it off. Her palms flatten against my chest, warm against my skin, tracing the contours of muscle.
“I missed this,” she whispers, voice husky. “You.”
Our clothes come off piece by piece, her jeans sliding down smooth legs, my belt buckle flicking open under her nimble fingers.
Each newly exposed inch of skin becomes a canvas for exploration.
My mouth traces the curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, the sensitive spot behind her ear that makes her gasp.
Soon we’re down to underwear, Jade straddling my lap, her bra discarded somewhere on the floor. I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across sensitive peaks, drawing a soft moan from her lips. The sound vibrates through me, sinking between my hips.
She shifts backward, sliding off my lap to kneel between my legs. Her fingertips trace the waistband of my boxers, eyes holding mine with mischievous intent.
“I believe I owe you something,” she says, voice dropped to a whisper.
I frown slightly, confused until she adds, “I need to make up for my failed blowjob.”
The memory clicks into place. Our first night together, her rushed attempt, the pounding on the bathroom door, the … bruise. My throat tightens at the realization she remembered. That it bothered her enough to want to try again.
I hesitate, my hand catching hers. “You don’t have to?—”
“I know.” She cuts me off, confidence in her eyes. “I’m actually really good at it.” She raises an eyebrow in challenge. “Let me prove it.”
My dick happily agrees, pressing against the cotton fabric, but as much as I loved how she could deep throat my cock, Ididn’t love the overzealous effort. “Uh…”
“I’m serious. I’m not as bad as the first time.”
“Our only time.”
“That’s because you haven’t let me.”
I run my hands along her silky body. “That’s because I like taking care of you.”
“Bullshit. You’re just gun-shy, which I get.” She pouts, and she’s so fucking cute. I’ve never seen anyone beg to give head before. I’m on the verge of caving when her eyes light up.
“I have an idea. I’ll lie on my back with my head off the mattress, and let you control the tempo.”
“Say what now?” Skepticism wars with curiosity. This is something new, and my body is here for it. My brain, on the other hand…
“You’ll see. This will be fun.” She scurries onto the mattress and slides her head off the side. Have to admit, seeing her naked body on full display, blond hair cascading off the side, and her eagerly waiting mouth does something to me.
“Mm, I like that.”
“Why am I not surprised?” The slight tease to her voice makes me smile. She reaches out her hands, opening and closing them. “Now give me what I want.”
I tug my boxers down and off and move to stand in front of her face. Her eyes widen as she runs her tongue along that plump bottom lip.
Damn. She looks almost feral with my thick cock dangling in front of her like a carrot. No, not a carrot. Something much thicker. Something man-sized.
“Are you sure about this position?” I ask, running my hand along my length. This position is hot as hell, but I don’t want to choke her.
“Yes. Quit being a crybaby and give it to me.” She runs her palms along my thighs, and my cock hardens further in anticipation. She continues to trace a path until my balls are in her hand. She squeezes with the right amount of pressure as pleasure shoots across my core.
Fuck, this woman.
“You are trouble.” I practically growl the words. I thrust forward, bending forward to palm her tits. The first touch of her lips sends a jolt through my entire body. My hands tug her nipples, desperate for something to anchor me as she takes me deeper than I expected.
“Jesus, Jade.” The words escape on a ragged exhale.
Her mouth is warm, wet perfection, her technique nothing like that first awkward attempt. She moves with confidence, one hand wrapped around the base, the other braced against my thigh. Her tongue traces patterns that make coherent thought impossible.
My mouth lands on her stomach, as she takes me deeper still, until I hit the back of her throat. The sensation nearly undoes me.
“Fuck, Jade. This is—” I groan as she pulls back slightly, then takes me deep again, establishing a rhythm that has me fighting for control.
I let my hands explore her soft flesh until they find the wet heat between her thighs. She moans around my dick, and the vibration is my undoing.
“Jade,” I gasp, feeling the familiar coiling low in my gut, the edge approaching too quickly.
She doesn’t stop. She keeps the relentless rhythm, sucking and licking with the perfect amount of pressure this time. The slurping sounds. The wetness pooling on my finger. The circling of her clit. Another squeeze of my balls, and I can no longer fight it.
I succumb to the pleasure.
I try to do the gentleman thing and back off, but she tightens her hand around my thigh, keeping me pinned to my spot.
“Damn, you’re milking me dry,” I pant as warm shots of cum slide down her throat as she swallows me like a champ. My finger still works her clit as her body writhes and convulses beneath me. This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.
When we break apart, I crash beside her on the bed, our breaths ragged.
“Did I make up for it?”
“Oh, yeah. Best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had.” I wince. Probably shouldn’t bring up other women at this moment, but she deserves the fucking crown. “I always believed you were good.”
She chuckles. “No, you didn’t.”
“Well, I wanted to.”
“I’m just glad I have a lot more time to prove it.”
“You’ve got all the time in the world, Trouble. I’m never gonna let you go.”