Page 52 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

CASEY

I stir awake and roll over in bed, more than ready to drift back to sleep.

I don’t need to look at the clock to know that it’s still too early.

It might be reckless, but I did exactly what Kodie suggested and put in a last-minute request for annual leave tomorrow—or today now, I guess.

Bianca messaged me straight back, letting me know that she’d accept it first thing this morning.

I never, ever do anything last minute like this.

I feel guilty as hell. But I’m not letting anyone down.

I’ve got a to-do list as long as my arm, and it’ll still be there on my return.

Snuggling back down, I just begin to drift off when a noise has my eyes popping open.

My heart races as I listen, waiting for confirmation that whatever it was isn’t inside my apartment.

But that isn’t what happens; instead, there’s another noise and movement in my room.

My lips part, and a blood-curdling scream is about to rip from my throat when a large hand covers my face.

A familiar scent washes over me as the warmth of his palm burns my skin. “Don’t freak out. It’s just me.”

His hand slips free, allowing me to speak. “K-Kodie?” I rasp, my voice rough with sleep. “W-what are you?— ”

“Shush,” he breathes as he takes a step back.

I want to argue and demand he returns, but then the sound of clothing being removed hits my ears, and I swallow the words.

Oh god.

He’s here.

“I thought you were coming back this afternoon,” I whisper as clothing hits the floor.

My room is in darkness, but my eyes are adjusting, and I can make out his shadow as he moves.

“Couldn’t wait,” he muses, and my heart tumbles in my chest.

He came back early.

Desire races through my veins, and heat floods my core.

He’s here. He came back early for me.

“I booked the first flight I could get. Left Linc snoring in his bed.”

“Am I dreaming?” I whisper into the darkness as the sheets are lifted from my body.

A shiver runs down the length of me, goosebumps chasing it, but it’s not from the cold. It’s him.

It’s always him.

“No, baby. You’re not,” he rasps as he climbs in beside me, wraps his hand around my neck, and searches out my lips.

“You’re here,” I repeat, still unable to believe this.

He’s here. In my bed. And…I slide my hand down his toned back to his…And he’s naked.

Miracles do happen.

“Oh god,” I whimper as his warm breath rushes over my face before his lips brush mine.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he repeats. “I need you.”

His grip tightens andfireworks shoot down my body as I hitch my leg up to wrap around his hip, needing him closer.

A needy whimper spills from my lips as his tongue pushes inside, greedily searching for mine.

He’s here.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

Twisting my fingers in his hair, I kiss him back as if he’s the air I need to breathe.

For a few seconds, our kiss is soft and slow, but that soon changes as the electricity crackling between us sparks, flames exploding everywhere.

Our kiss turns wild and messy as our tongues tangle and our teeth clash, our hands roaming over every inch of skin we can touch.

“Wait,” Kodie says, sitting up in a rush and ripping his body from mine.

“Come back,” I complain, reaching for him with grabby hands like a toddler who’s lost her snack.

Suddenly, light fills the room, and I wince, my eyes watering as they fight to adjust.

The second I see him, my breath catches and I reach for his face.

“I’m okay,” he whispers as my thumb gently brushes his split bottom lip. It looks worse in person.

I shuffle to my knees as he sits back, my hand dropping to my side.

“Fuck,” he grunts, dragging his hand down his face as he stares at me, his eyes molten. “You look—” He swallows thickly.

“It’s my new favorite sleep shirt,” I say, tugging the bottom of my jersey up enough to show my green panties.

“I know, but…it hits different in person.”

My smile grows, and movement at his waist has my gaze dropping.

The second my eyes lock on his dick, my mouth waters.

He’s right. It really does hit different in person.

Our chests heave as we stare at each other, chemistry crackling loudly.

Time stands still. It’s like we’re standing on the edge of a cliff, getting ready to dive off.

“Kodie,” I cry—except when he jumps, it’s not into the abyss. It’s into me.

His arms wrap around my waist as he flips me back and spreads my legs with his knees, settling between them.

“Fuck, I needed this,” he mutters before claiming my lips again.

His hands start on my thighs before sliding under my jersey, gliding up my ribs until he cups my breasts.

“Yesss,” I hiss.

It felt good when I did it earlier, but my touch was nothing compared to his.

He lights me up inside in a way I can never achieve.

Ripping his lips from mine, he pushes the fabric up my body before cupping my breasts and ducking down to suck one of my nipples into his hot mouth.

“Oh god, Kodie,” I moan, my back arching from the bed, my hips grinding in the hope of finding some friction.

I claw at his shoulder, desperate for more—desperate for him to be closer, to be inside me.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, I need you.”

“Jesus Christ, you drive me fucking crazy,” he says after releasing me with a pop and dragging the jersey from my body, discarding it without a second thought.

Sitting up, he stares down at me. His attention burns in the best possible way as his eyes feast on my skin as if I’m the only woman in the world.

Oh, to be that to him.

“Kodie?” I whisper, sensing that I’ve lost him.

But the second he hears his name on my lips, he turns feral.

And I am fucking here for it.

His fingers tuck under the lace covering my hips before he tugs sharply, the sound of ripping fills the air.

“Oh my god, you didn’t,” I gasp as he pulls the ruined underwear from my body, leaving me naked before him.

The smirk playing on his lips is everything. My every fantasy come to life.

I wish it were possible to freeze time so I could really appreciate the look of adoration and desire on his face right now. So I could savor the way his attention and touch make me feel.

I already know that no amount of time I’m lucky enough to spend with Kodie is going to be enough. I want to make the most of every second I have with him.

His hands slide from my knees down my inner thighs until he presses, spreading me open for him.

His heated gaze locks onto my bare pussy, and I mentally give myself a high five for finding that spa.

Totally worth all the phone calls and the high price tag it came with.

Dropping to his stomach, he watches as he drags two fingers through my folds before notching them inside me.

I moan, words of encouragement stuck beneath the lump of emotion that’s crawled up my throat as I watch him gaze at me with such reverence and awe.

This can’t be real. It just can’t.

Things this good don’t happen to me.

But then, he leans forward, and everything is forgotten because his tongue…

Kodie Rivers’ tongue is something that deserves to be worshiped.

The speed, the pressure, the way he circles it…it was designed to be licking my pussy, I swear.

“Kodie, fuck. Yes,” I scream, my fingers sinking in his hair as I try to pull him closer. It’s not possible, but fuck, I need it.

Pushing his fingers deeper, he curls them against my front wall as he sucks on my clit.

Shit. I am not going to last.

I may have gotten off every single time we’ve connected this week, most recently with the sound of his voice, but it’s not the same as having him here, having his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me. The only thing better will be his dick.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, the vibration of his deep voice pushing me closer to the edge. “What are you thinking about that made you strangle my fingers like that?”

“Your dick. I want your dick inside me, just like you promised,” I gasp as he picks up speed, fucking me with his fingers.

“You can have my dick,” he promises. “But not until you’ve come on my face, baby.”

“Oh god, please.”

He flattens his tongue against me and moans.

“Holy fuck, Kodie. Kodie. Fuck. Fuck,” I cry as my orgasm crests and I fucking fly.

Lights flash behind my eyes as I shatter into a million pieces.

He works me through it, ensuring I ride out every second of pleasure before he sits up and wipes his hand across his glistening mouth.

“So fucking hot,” he mutters as he shuffles forward.

My chest heaves, my heart races, and my muscles twitch from the power of that release, but I’m nowhere near done.

The sight of him with his dick in his hand ready to take me is enough to start the beginnings of a second orgasm.

The ink on his arm ripples—as do his abs— as he gets into position.

“Haven’t been able to stop thinking about this pussy,” he confesses as he presses the tip against my entrance.“About you.”

My greedy pussy tries sucking him in, but he holds back, reminding me who’s in charge here.

“Kodie, please. Fuck me, please,” I whimper, beyond desperate to feel him stretching me open, ruining me for any other man on the planet.

He chuckles, but there’s very little humor in his expression.

Reaching up, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and drag him down to me.

I’m under no illusion that I can physically force him to move anywhere, the man is a beast, but he humors me, his nose brushing mine tenderly.

“Please,” I whisper, my body trembling with need.

“Fuck, as if I can say no to you.”

His lips slam down on mine at the same time his hips punch forward, filling me in one swift move.

I cry out in surprise as my body fights to adjust to him.

He holds himself inside me, giving me a chance to get used to the invasion before it all becomes too much.

“I’m okay. You can move now, please.”

He licks deep into my mouth as he rests on one forearm so he can grasp my hip with his other, keeping us anchored together.

Slowly at first, he moves, small thrusts that make me shudder with need, but after a few moments, he begins to drag his dick all the way out before pushing back in.

“Goddamn, you feel better than I remember,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine as he sucks in greedy breaths, our eyes locked on each other.

I’ve been with a few guys before, but I have never felt anything like this.

This kind of intimacy is on a whole different scale.

My body continues to tremble as he moves inside, but he never picks up pace. He never actually fucks me.

Does that mean he’s making…

Nope. Not going there.

He’s just tired. He flew home in the middle of the night, and this is all he’s got.

It’s bullshit.

He’s a professional hockey player. We all know they have stamina in spades.

He’s doing this on purpose. He’s building me up and breaking me down all at the same time because this is what he wants.

Oh god.

Emotion burns up the back the back of my throat, making my nose itch and my eyes burn.

Fuck. Do not cry while he’s inside you, Casey.

You’ll scare him off.

Sliding my hands back into his thick curls, I search out his lips, needing as much distraction as I can get.

He kisses me back just as eagerly as he lifts my ass from the bed, allowing him to hit me deeper.

“Oh shit,” I gasp into his kiss.

“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you strangling my dick.”

He circles his hips, working my clit and giving me the extra push I need.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and do as you’re told, baby. You always look so beautiful, coming all over me.”

“Kodie,” I cry.

“That’s it. Give it to me. Then I’m going to fill you up. Can’t fucking wait to watch my cum spilling out of you.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as his filthy words and ridiculously talented dick push me over the edge.

“Christ,” he grunts. “Fuck, Casey. You’re fucking perfect.”

His roar echoes off my walls as he follows me into his release, his cock jerking violently.

Best wake-up ever.