Page 7 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

KODIE

I ’m mesmerized as she rolls the rubber down my shaft.

Handing over control isn’t something I do lightly, but the way she looked at me through her mask when she asked me to switch positions…I couldn’t say no.

I was too intrigued to see what she was going to do.

Eating her out…Fuck.

I can still taste her on my tongue.

She’s addictive.

My dick jerks in her hold as she rolls all the way to the base.

She stares at me for a moment before her eyes jump to mine and she starts moving.

The second she’s in reaching distance, I wrap my hands around her waist to support her as she straddles me.

Precum leaks from my tip at the thought of her sinking down on me.

She’s tight, I know that from just finger-fucking her. I can only imagine how this is going to feel, or how I’m meant to hold off from coming the second I’m inside her.

I had hoped the blow job would have taken the edge off. It did…for about five minutes.

Now, I’m riding a knife’s edge again.

Her palms land on my shoulders, her touch burning all the way down to my dick.

Releasing her with one hand, I hold my cock up ready for her.

My heart pounds, and my fears about blowing this—pun intended—are very real. But like fuck am I ending this now. It’s only just started.

Slowly, she lowers herself.

The heat of her pussy scorches me even through the condom long before we connect.

My teeth grind as I wait for the inevitable, but when it comes...Christ…I am not ready.

“Fuck,” I grunt as her pussy stretches around me. Her heat, the softness, the tightness.

Holy fuck.

How am I going to go back to not having this in my life?

“Oh god,” she whimpers, her arms already trembling as she continues to sink lower.

She’s so small, it’s hard to imagine how she takes all of me. But she does.

She takes me so well.

Almost too well.

“Jesus, you’re—fuck,” I mumble, unable to come up with anything more intellectual.

“Yeah. It’s…Christ,” she groans as she pushes herself up, changing the angle and forcing me even deeper.

With both my hands on her hips, I help her move.

I’m enthralled watching her as she rides me. Her tits bounce, loose locks of hair sway around her shoulders, and her eyes sear into mine.

It’s almost like she’s trying to imprint herself on my soul.

She doesn’t need to try very hard. I’m pretty sure she’s already there.

“Oh my god, yes,” she cries, taking it at a speed she loves, grinding her hips every time she has all of me inside her.

It’s fucking mind-blowing.

“Fucking love your dick,” she announces as her orgasm begins to build.

Mine is too, but I’ll do anything I can to hold it off and make sure she gets at least two first.

I can’t say that I’ve always been such a gentleman. But she deserves it.

If all we’re having is tonight, then it needs to be memorable.

Hell knows it already has been for me. But I might just be another notch on the bedpost for her.

She hasn’t been shy about how she lives her life, which I appreciate, but I also haven’t missed the irony in the role reversal. It’s usually the hockey players who want the one-night stands, not the girls. They all secretly want commitment, weddings, and babies.

“I’m gonna come all over your dick, stranger.”

“Fuck, yeah, you are,” I agree, both desperate and terrified to feel it.

Please don’t force me over the edge with you. Not yet.

Unable to stop myself, I shift one of my hands so I can press my thumb against her clit.

She cries out at the added sensation, and not ten seconds later do I get the pleasure of watching her fall apart on me.

Best fucking thing I’ve seen in a while.

I let her ride it out, but the second she comes back to herself, I flip us over.

I may have handed her control, but it had an expiration time. A bit like the condom I was going to use. Not my finest moment.

Momentarily, a little fear trickles through my veins as I consider just how differently this could have ended…

Don’t go there.

Do not go there.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her thigh, I push her knee to her shoulder, fully opening her up for me before I drag my dick through her folds and push back inside her.

“Yes,” she cries as her walls ripple around me.

Forgetting how slowly she fucked me, I pull out and instantly thrust back in.

The headboard bangs against the wall, but I don’t give a fuck.

She’s had her soft and gentle. Now…she’s getting fucked, Kodie Rivers style.

She shouts, screams, moans, and mewls as I take her hard and fast.

Her tits bounce, her skin glistening with exertion as sweat begins to bead my brow and run down my back.

“Fuck. This is…This…you…” I have no idea what I’m saying, but words just spill free of their own accord. My brain isn’t in control now; my body and my pleasure have completely taken over. “Come for me, stranger. Let me feel you strangling my dick again.”

“Oh god,” she cries as the bed continues to bang.

Her nails scratch down my back, marking me up nicely as she climbs higher and higher, taking me right along with her.

“Yes, yes. Harder. Please. Give it to me.”

So I do. I give her everything I’ve got until we both find our releases.

Pleasure like I’ve never known rocks through my body. The rest of the world may as well cease to exist. The only thing I can feel is her. Is pleasure.

It was never like this before.

I’m sure of it.

This…this is…

Her.

With that terrifying realization slamming into me, I collapse on top of her trembling body with my dick still inside her.

“Oh my god,” she gasps as her hands slide up my back and tuck my face into the crook of her neck as I fight to catch my breath.

I know I should probably be making a move now that we’re done, but I can’t. Well, that’s a lie; I can, because I’m more than capable of pulling my head from her shoulder and finding her lips.I kiss the corner of her mouth, but it’s not enough. I need more.

Lifting my weight from her, I reluctantly slip from her body and remove the condom. A coldness I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before rushes over me.

Placing my hands on either side of her head, I deepen the kiss, not willing to end our night yet.

It seems that the feeling is mutual, because she wraps her legs around my waist and pins me to her.

Our kiss is just as wild as our first. Our tongues twist, our teeth clash, and our masks collide. For the first time tonight, I get the urge to say fuck it and rip the thing from my face.

But I don’t.

I know I can’t.

Instead, I lose myself in her.

In only seconds, I’m hard again and ready for the next round.

Blindly, I reach for another condom and roll it on without breaking our kiss.

“More?” I mumble into her mouth.

“More,” she agrees.

I shift a little awkwardly and slide my arm beneath her back, lifting her from the bed and depositing her in my lap.

With her arms wrapped around my neck, she lifts up to allow me to angle myself properly, and then she sinks down once more.

We sigh in both relief and pleasure as we connect again.

Why does this feel so…natural? Like I belong?

There’s no slow movement this time, but equally, there’s no hard fucking. It’s just…frantic. The kind of “I must have you now” sex.Like our bodies already know it’s the last time.

Our hands are everywhere; our lips just as manic as we kiss, suck, and nip any bit of each other’s skin we can get to.

With her grinding down, and me thrusting up, her orgasm quickly builds, and before long, she’s throwing her head back and crying out as she comes again.

Twisting my fingers in her hair, I drag her back to me before she’s finished so I can come inside her.

Her hands go to my hair and we make out like a pair of teenagers. I’m so consumed by her kiss that I don’t notice the strap around the back of my head slip away. But the second my mask drops from my face, we both freeze.

She pulls back before I have a chance to get it back into place, and dread rushes through my veins.

My heart jumps into my throat, and it only gets worse when I look back at her and find her staring at me in awe.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I lift her from my body and climb from the bed.

I fucking hate that I do it, and from the way her brows knit together, she does too.

But I have to.

Without thinking, I pull the condom off and drop it into the trash before I reach for my clothes.

“Wait,” she cries, scrambling across the bed, closer to me. “It’s okay.”

Something in her voice gives me pause.

“You already knew, didn’t you?”

She swallows thickly, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“It doesn’t matter. Everything I said to you was true. This was just about tonight.”

A bitter laugh spills from my lips.

“Like I haven’t heard that before,” I scoff.

“I mean it,” she assures me. “Tonight...it…” It’s her turn to laugh, but there isn’t any amusement in it. Instead, it’s full of self-loathing. “Tonight has been the best night of my life. But I swear to you, it’s between us. Our little secret.”

I stand there with my slacks in hand and my dick still hanging out, staring at her in disbelief.

Leave, Kodie. You need to get the fuck out of this room and away from this woman.

“Our little secret?” I repeat.“Why?”

She shrugs. “Because it was fun? Because not everything needs to be plastered over the internet? Because we’re two consenting adults who can let go without consequences?”

“Hit it and quit it, right?” I ask, hating the way it sounds now that we’re in this situation.

But despite the desperate urge to drop my clothes and crawl back into bed with her, I refrain.

“Right,” she agrees. “But as per my rules, we’ve got until sunrise,” she offers with a smile.

I consider it. I really fucking do. Temptation is sitting right before me, looking devastatingly beautiful and perfectly messed up.

“Take off your mask.” The demand is out of my mouth before I’ve really thought about it.

Her mouth opens and closes, but her hands never lift from her lap.

I don’t know what difference it makes, really. This was always going to be a one-night stand, whether we knew each other or not.

But now, it only seems fair.

“I-I can’t,” she whispers, ripping her eyes from mine and staring down at the carpet.

“Why?”

“Because…because I just can’t, okay?” she says with a little more strength in her words.

The moment her gaze returns to mine, I know that she won’t be talked around.

“Okay, then,” I say flatly as I pull my boxers up my legs. “I guess we’re done here.”

“No, plea—” She cuts herself off and bites down on her lips to stop from begging. After taking a deep breath, she changes tack. “Thank you for tonight. I’m not sure you’ll ever know what it meant to me.”

I narrow my eyes, still suspicious as fuck about what all of this was about and how fast she’s going to sell the story to the press. But there’s fuck all I can do about it now. Offering anything for her silence will only make the situation worse. I’ll just have to grin and bear it.

I don’t say anything. I can’t. I don’t have any words.

Instead, I dress in silence with her watching my every move.

With one final look in her direction, I walk toward the door.

I’ve got my fingers around the handle when her voice floats through the air, making me pause.

“I meant what I said, Kodie.”

The second she says my name, all the hairs on my body stand on end.

“Our little secret. ”

My nostrils flare with irritation.

I want to believe her. I really do. But life has taught me to trust no one.

“We’ll see,” I say flatly before pulling the door open and walking away.

If only forgetting what happened inside that room would be so easy…