Page 6 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

CASEY

H is dick swells, stretching my lips wider a beat before the first drop of salty cum lands on my tongue.

My eyes are still locked on his face, or the parts of it I can see.

I’m addicted to his reactions. The way his jaw tenses beneath the scruff and his neck ripples when he swallows.

The way he bites down on his bottom lip and the way he gazes down at me with fire burning bright in his eyes.

What were nicely styled curls a few hours ago are now a tousled mess on his head, the front falling forward and into his eyes as he watches me.

Even with the mask in place, he looks hot as hell and everything I expected. He is everything I ever wanted and dared to hope for. And we’ve barely even started.

Aside from a kiss, he hasn’t even touched me yet.

But I know it’s going to be worth the wait.

I suck him through his orgasm, swallowing down every drop. This is going to be the one and only time I get to experience this. I want to savor every moment…

You’re being weird, Casey.

Sitting back on my haunches, I let his dick slip from between my lips before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

He stands there, a huge, looming presence before me with his pants around his hips, beneath his softening dick. He looks just as much of a god as he does on the ice. The only thing that will make it better is to strip him bare and get to see firsthand just how much ink covers his skin.

“Get on the bed.”

Faster than I thought I could move, I scramble to my feet. My head spins, thanks to the glasses of champagne I’ve had tonight. I’m far from drunk, but the bubbles have certainly helped loosen me up and alleviate my nerves.

As I crawl onto the bed, I try to ignore the thought that pops into my head.

You’re in a hotel room with your teenage crush. The man who’s featured in all your dirty fantasies since you were thirteen.

Being rational about this isn’t going to get me anywhere. I’ll end up an anxious mess who doesn’t look like she knows what she’s doing.

I might not have a wealth of knowledge where sex is concerned, but I know enough to be confident that I can rock his world. And anyway, if the stories about him are true, he hasn’t seen any action in a very long time, so it’s not like I’m going to be compared to anything.

He moves to the end of the bed as I settle in the middle with my head on the pillow and everything on display.

How is it fair that I’m naked and he’s fully dressed? My eyes drop to his dick. Almost fully dressed.

I could have predicted it, but I’m pretty sure he has the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.

Movement a little higher catches my attention, and when I look up, I find him pulling his bowtie free before he begins undoing his buttons.

My stomach does a little flip and I have the sudden urge to grab my cell and film his strip tease.

I refrain in favor of enjoying every single inch he reveals, instead of giving away the fact that I know who he is and swiftly putting an end to the night.

I’ve seen him shirtless at the facility, and also in the many, many photos of him I’ve stared at over the years, but none of them compare to this moment.

He’s not just getting naked because he’s about to change to hit the ice, or to jump in the shower after practice. Nor because he’s being paid to model something.

He’s doing it because he wants to fuck me.

Oh my god, Kodie Rivers is going to fuck me.

The over-excitable teenage girl who lives inside me is having a party right now. But on the outside, I’m a demure, sexy woman waiting to be fucked within an inch of her life.Hopefully.

My fingers twist in the sheets beneath me as he loses the shirt, toes off his shoes, and then finally pushes his slacks and boxers down his legs.

He makes me wait a couple of seconds, but it’s so worth it, because when he stands to full height again…holy fucking cow.

I was wrong. This man isn’t just a god. He’s a…he’s a…

My brain cells misfire as he presses one knee into the mattress and reaches for my ankles.

My breath catches as fire burns up my legs, colliding with the inferno already growing inside me.

“Argh,” I cry out as he drags me exactly where he wants me before sliding two tattooed hands up my calves. He pauses at my knees for a beat, and then he spreads them wide open.

His eyes immediately drop to my pussy, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

“Oh god,” I whimper, desperate to twist my fingers in his messy hair and hold his face against me for the next hour.

He takes his time lifting his eyes up my body, almost like he’s memorizing me, before our gazes lock.

He leans closer, and then closer still. At some point, I stop breathing, but everything kickstarts in a heartbeat when his lips gently brush the inside of my knee before he begins kissing a trail to where I crave him the most.

“Fuck,” I groan when his hot breath races over my sensitive skin.

His eyes hold mine as he swipes his tongue across my clit.

I gasp before biting my lips closed for fear that I’m going to cry out his name.

Do. Not. Ruin. This. Now .

Pride glitters in his eyes as he does it again and then begins to suck on my clit.

He’s good. So fucking good.

All of my dirtiest fantasies are coming to life, and I am fucking here for it.

He eats me like a man who hasn’t indulged in a decade.

With my fingers twisted in his curly hair, I hold him in place, desperate for him to keep going—not that I think he’s about to bail. He is fully invested.

“So fucking sweet,” he mumbles against me, the vibrations of his deep voice rolling through me and dragging my release that little bit closer.

My legs tremble around his head, and my back arches as he sucks on me.

But the second his fingers join the party, I almost lose it.

Not yet.

Please, not yet.

I force my eyes to remain open, fighting against their desperation to close so I can fully focus on the man who’s doing this to me.

I want to watch every moment so I can relive it over and over again once it’s nothing more than a memory.

“Oh fuck,” I cry as he pushes one digit inside me.

My muscles clamp down on his finger as I fight against my body’s need to crash.

Sucking in a deep breath, I try my hardest to hold off, to make this last as long as I possibly can.

It’s a little awkward with his mask still firmly in place, but its coolness feels so good against my heated skin. Although, not as good as the scruff that covers his jaw. The scratch of that on the soft skin of my thighs is next level.

“FUUUCK,” I gasp when he adds a second finger and curls them deep inside me.

He easily finds my G-spot and goes to town.

“Shit. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna…”

I gulp down lungfuls of air as he builds me higher and higher.

All I can see is him as I teeter right on the edge of what I already know is going to be the most intense release of my life.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck,” I moan, unable to keep it inside as he finally pushes me over the edge.

Pleasure like I’ve never known races through my body, making every single one of my muscles tremble with the strength of it.

I swear, fireworks actually explode within me. I see the flashes behind my eyes. My eyes that I still refuse to close.

And if his constant eye contact with me tells me anything, it’s that he doesn’t want to miss anything either.

The thought that tonight could be as huge for him as it is for me flickers through my mind. But there’s no way. Sure, we might be ending a dry spell for him, but he isn’t living out his wildest dreams right now.

The truth is, if I were to remove my mask and he were to recognize me, he probably wouldn’t even remember my name.

Shoving that depressing thought deep, deep down, I focus on the here and now.

This is what I wanted.

One night with the man I’ve lusted after as long as I can remember.

Just one night to live out my wildest fantasies.

Once he’s confident that I’ve finished, he swipes his tongue up the length of me again before sitting up and pulling his fingers from inside me.

My body weeps at the loss, and I have to clamp my lips closed to stop me begging for more.

“Anyone one ever told you how hot you look when you come?” he asks, his lips still glistening with my release.Lifting his fingers to his mouth, he sucks them clean.

My cheeks burn red hot, but I can’t fight the smile that pulls at my lips.

“I don’t remember,” I breathe.

It’s true. Everything I’ve ever experienced before with a man now pales in comparison .

Tonight is going to be my benchmark for every encounter going forward.

The only problem is, I’m not sure anyone is going to match up.

After sitting up, Kodie shuffles toward the end of the bed, and my stomach sinks at the thought of him leaving.

“Where are you?—”

He holds his slacks up and pulls his wallet from the pocket. The sight of the condom packet makes a rush of air spill from my lips.

It’s not over.

He returns to his position between my legs, and the second he lifts the packet up to open, I reach out and swipe it from his fingers.

There is no way I’m missing an opportunity like this.

"Hey,” he complains, although he doesn’t sound like he really means it.

I’m about to open the foil when something catches my eye. “Uh…this expired, like, eighteen months ago.”

He stills, and a second later, the most incredible thing happens.

He blushes.

Kodie freaking Rivers is naked on a bed with me, and he’s fucking blushing.

This is just too awesome for words.

“Oh, umm…”

Lifting his hand, he combs his fingers through his messy hair, looking a little confused.

Poor man has too much blood in his dick to be able to think straight.

“It’s okay. I’ve got us covered,” I say, swinging my legs off the bed and jumping to my feet. “Lie back. Let me take care of this,” I shoot over my shoulder as I shove my hand into my overnight bag and pull out a new box.

“And you told me you wanted a quiet night with a movie,” Kodie mutters, eyeing the full box .

“Always be prepared. You never know what kind of stranger you’re going to meet. Now,” I say, gesturing for him to lie back.

I know he told me that he was in charge in this room, but he’s going to have to concede for a moment.

If he lets me indulge, I’ll repay the favor after.

“I promise to make it worth your while,” I sing when he hesitates.

“Fine,” he says, flopping onto his back and offering himself up.

I study him for a moment. The bed suddenly looks a hell of a lot smaller with his giant frame on it. But it’s not just his physical size that takes up so much space. It’s also his confidence.

He hasn’t shown a single sign that he’s second-guessing this, and fuck, I can’t even describe how fucking epic that makes me feel.

Ripping open the condom packet, I crawl between his legs and get ready to move this night to the next level.