Page 52 of Branded (Breakers Hockey)

Eighteen

Beth

“ Want to see them again?”

I was limp and languid, barely coherent, but that silky question had desire pulsing through me.

Yeah, I wanted to see those skills again.

Those broad fingers were still inside me, and I could feel myself clenching around them, each pulse sending pleasure through me.

His thumb was still near my clit, no longer pressing the hardened bud firmly, just gently circling, staying well away from the sensitive nerves so as not to overstimulate me.

But it was encircling, and it was doing it gently and even though I’d just come, it was ramping me up again.

Now a brush over the top, over the apex of nerves.

My hips bucked.

His hand on my breast convulsed.

His eyes were deep blue, darkened with need, and when I managed to tear my gaze from them, from the beauty of his face—a sheen of sweat on his forehead, a dash of flush on his cheeks, stubble on his jaw, a muscle flickering as he pressed his lips together—I trailed it down his neck with its bobbing Adam’s apple; his shoulders and chest, big and muscled and flexing; down to his abs, flat, no six-pack, but thick and strong and I totally wanted to trace my tongue over every inch of his bare skin.

But mostly, I wanted to trail my tongue over the monster pressing against his boxer briefs.

So, the quiet question didn’t have me taking him up on his offer.

It had me sitting up—and, oh boy, did that do nice things to the fingers inside me, the hand on my breast.

But I was a woman on a mission.

A mission I hadn’t known I needed to complete until that moment.

My hands went to his shoulders, pushing him back.

Maybe I took him by surprise, maybe it was my mission that gave me super strength to move a bulky hockey player.

What that mission was?

Getting my mouth on his cock.

His fingers slipped free as I crawled over him, pressing him into the carpet, hands trailing along that strong chest, his flat abs, and…jerking down his boxers.

“Baby—” he began, but the words cut off the moment I squirmed down and my head dipped, taking him deep into my mouth.

He was big and hard and tasted salty.

Fucking delicious.

Fucking beautiful.

“Beth—”

He broke off on a groan when I swallowed him down, and since he liked that, I kept at it. Swallowing him deeper, bobbing and sucking hard, gripping him at his base, timing my strokes with flicks of my tongue up the underside, trailing it over his head.

A jerk of his hips had me focusing there.

Taking him deep, sucking him hard. Gripping the base, teasing his head.

I was pleasuring him, I was sucking his cock, and yet I was more turned on than I had ever been in my entire life.

His big body trembling beneath mine, his fingers in my hair, holding me steady, albeit with the occasional jerk of hips and hands telling me that his control was razor thin. I wanted to break it, wanted him to lose it, to fuck my mouth and come down my throat.

“Beth,” he rasped, fingers flexing, trying to tug me off.

His thighs flexed beneath me, and I sensed his body getting ready to move. And I knew, I knew that I would be on my back in the next second, Raph over me, in me, taking me to new heights.

And this was where my newfound superhuman strength came in.

Hands sliding from my hair, he gripped my shoulders, pushing back lightly, his tone full of warning when he said, “Beth, honey, careful?—”

Ignoring that press, I flexed my legs, holding tight around his thighs.

And then I dipped my head deeper, sucked him harder, stroked him faster.

“Fuck.” A hiss. “Baby.”

I set my tongue working.

“ Beth. If you don’t stop, honey, I’m going to?— ”

I groaned against his dick, and he made one more token protest, and then his hands weren’t pushing me away.

They were bringing me closer.

Up and down. Gripping tight. Sucking deep. Tongue and just a little bit of teeth.

He shuddered—hips jerking, sending him down my throat.

But I just took what he was giving, was happy to take it all.

“Sugarpie, I’m?—”

I moaned but didn’t stop.

And then he shattered.

And…it was fucking glorious. I watched his eyes squeeze shut, his neck arch, his stomach flex, and then I was swallowing the hot spurts of his cum, choking on it, but dutifully taking as much as I could.

Because it was Raph’s. Because it tasted good.

Because I needed it and the feel of it in my mouth, my throat was fucking hot.

When it stopped, I slowly slid him from my mouth, sucking lightly to get every last drop, and then when I finally released him, tongue sliding over the head, I licked my lips.

“Fuck, honey,” he rasped. He was still hard in my hand, and his cock twitched as he curled up and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip.

I nipped at his fingertip, loving when he groaned.

Then I was gasping out a little shriek when, one second he was beneath me, and the next I was in his arms, and the one after that, I was sitting on the bed. His fingers on the hem of the jersey I’d bought for him. A tug that had it over my head. A toss that sent it across the room.

Then my back was on the mattress and his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me like he didn’t give a fuck that I’d just blown him.

Kissing me with an intensity that sent my already pulsing clit practically vibrating with need. Kissing me in a way that had me ready and wanting him deep. Kissing me so that I was wrapping my legs around him, arching up and rubbing my bare pussy against the hard length of his cock.

But he didn’t hurry, even though I was on him, moaning into his mouth, desperate for him in an instant.

He kissed me until he was good and ready to be done, and then he slid his mouth along my jaw to my ear. “Good, baby?”

That had me grinning, even though my lungs were working like I’d run a 5K (and I fucking hated running).

Orgasms, though. I didn’t mind them. I’d be happy to be on the receiving end of Raph’s fingers and tongue any day of the week.

“Considering I have a big, sexy hockey player on top of me and we just exchanged mutually fulfilling orgasms?”

A grin.

A nip to my earlobe.

“Yeah, considering that.”

I grinned, ran my fingers through his hair. “Considering all that, I’m great.”

Laughter in his eyes.

Then they drifted down toward my chest, and I was never more thankful for this pregnancy than seeing how his face changed when he checked out my new and improved breasts.

Of course, I’d been thanking the increased sensitivity that had made me practically come from just a finger and thumb roll earlier.

He lifted a hand, cupped one, thumb swiping over my nipple. “Would you be better if I spend some quality time with these?”

My smile widened. “Yeah, baby.”

He didn’t make me wait, didn’t make me beg or even ask again.

He just bent and worshipped—yes, worshipped—my breasts. Nipples teased and breasts massaged. All light and delicate and then when I asked for it, thrust my hands into his hair and held him close, he gave me more.

More suction. More tongue. More teeth.

“Raph,” I begged after he’d spent long minutes in no apparent hurry. His hands only on my breasts, not easing the ache between my legs, not touching me anywhere else.

Just driving me crazy.

“Raph, honey, I need?—”

His head came up, eyes hot. “I know exactly what you need.”

“Unless it’s your cock in my pussy,” I snapped, chest heaving, “then you’re not a fucking mind reader, Raph.”

He smirked, dropped his head again, sucking on a nipple. “It’s my cock in your pussy.”

Thank fuck.

He glanced up, still smirking. “So, I’m a mind reader, baby?”

He was. He was playing my body like he could read every thought running through my brain. But I wasn’t going to admit that, so I just spread my legs and reached for his hips, trying to draw him down into me.

But he didn’t drop his hips, just reached for his wallet on the nightstand and pulled out a condom.

“I can’t get any more pregnant, honey,” I murmured.

“I know,” he said, tearing the packet open with his teeth and smoothing the condom down the hard length of his erection.

“And I want to be in you without a condom. Believe me, I want that tight slick heat surrounding my cock, want to feel the wet that I had on my tongue on my dick. But you’re turned on, same as me.

You want this, same as me. And we’ve been dancing around this for too fucking long.

So, honey, this isn’t the time to have a conversation about condoms and STD tests and consent.

It’s the time to go slow and be smart and take precautions until we’re ready to go there. ”

Raph was making sense.

I hated that.

But then the condom was on, and he was back on top of me, and his lips came to mine, the tip of his cock brushing my wet heat.

“Ready, honey?”

So fucking ready.

But the only answer I could give was wrapping one leg around his waist, drawing him to me as he pressed inside.

He was big and hard and heavy enough that I knew we’d have to get creative as my belly grew.

But…he was big and hard and inside me and?—

“Raph,” I breathed.

His eyes hit mine, and the demons howled. I knew he felt it, too. This was big and important and…different from everything that had come before, from everything that would come after.

“I know, sugarpie,” he whispered when he was fully in, giving me a second to adjust before he began to move slow and steady and deep.

That was…it was everything. His big body surrounding mine, his cock thrusting deep, his scent in my nose, his hands gentle on my body.

“I know,” he whispered again, and then he was moving faster, taking my mind off the fact that something had irrevocably shifted in me.

Cracked.

Unlocked.

Fell to the earthen floor.

I wasn’t focused on that.

Because he was hard and deep and in . Because he was moving in a way that had my hips thrusting up to meet his, both of our bodies focused on a rhythm that would send us into the best kind of oblivion.

Because his lips were finding mine, and his tongue was darting into my mouth.

Because one hand was taking his weight, and the other was cupping one breast.

Because then that one hand slipped between us and found my clit.

Because that touch had me gasping, breaking the kiss, and bucking against him, my orgasm barreling down on him, the pleasure of it threatening to shatter me to pieces.

He arched, sucking at my nipple, hips still working, thumb still on me, and?—

It hit with an impact that stole my breath.

A maelstrom of pleasure firing through my nerves, burning through my senses.

His name on my lips.

His body working mine, wringing every drop of pleasure before he began to lose his rhythm, before I managed to peel my lids open enough to watch his orgasm crash into him, take him down harder than a check on the ice.

It was beautiful watching that pleasure my body had given him, taking him down.

It was beautiful the way he kissed me after he’d finished.

It was beautiful how he rolled us and tucked me into his side, calloused fingers trailing over my naked skin.

And that was when I felt it.

The door in the basement shattered…and a dark, frightening demon slid out of the shadows and stepped into the light.