Page 16 of Hockey Halloween

Delia

Sexier words have never been spoken.

As much as I was looking forward to the haunted house, the challenge—the promise —Xavier issues wets my panties. Except do I look like I’m easy if I immediately give in?

I’m too horny to test out the theory. The man kissed me, after I told him my most embarrassing secret. It’s no mystery he wants me. A glance down at the steel rod in his pants confirms it.

“So, skip the haunted house and go directly to your bedroom? Is that the plan?”

Xavier doesn’t answer with words. It’s in action.

In about ten seconds, he spins me around, leaves his hand on the small of my back, and directs me back in the direction we came. Faster this time. A man with a plan. I can’t say I’m upset.

“Wait. Your pumpkin head. Aren’t you worried about the fallout from your teammates?”

Xavier stalls our walk for a moment before he waves his hand in the air. “Don’t care. Got more important matters to worry about. Rapid-fire questions as we walk. Yes or no answers only.” His hand returns to my back, resuming our trek .

“Okay?” A knot twists in my stomach, wondering what he’s going to ask.

“Virgin?”

“No.”

“You on birth control?”

“No.”

“Oral?”

“Yes.”

“For both of us?”

I tilt my head so I can see him. His curious expression spurs me to say, “Yes.”

He nods once. “Do you trust me?”

I shouldn’t give an immediate answer, but I do. “Yep.”

A smile breaks loose, almost to the point of the dimple appearing. “Curfew?”

I bark out a laugh. “Who’d be checking it?”

“A friend. A roommate.”

“Nah, I’m good. Out of courtesy, I’ll text my roommate not to expect me until…” I trail off, waiting for him to finish the statement.

“I’d say lunch at the earliest.”

His comment halts my feet on the pavement. We’re nearly at his house, the party still in full swing by the sounds coming from inside. “Lunch? Tomorrow?”

“Dinner?” he dares with a raised brow.

“What are you planning on doing with me for all that time?”

“Showing you a good time. Let’s call it scientific research. We have a lot of theories to test out. Many variables. We’ll need tons of evidence.”

No other guy has made me feel so enamored about my intellect. Xavier’s comments are genuine. He’s not poking fun at my abilities, but using them in a way that appeals to me. Sure, it’s to get what he wants, but he earns points for creativity.

Besides, if we don’t go through with it, he won’t be the only one who’s upset.

“Dinner tomorrow it is. Just a warning. If you don’t feed me at regular intervals, I’ll get hangry.” I pat his chest, envisioning the wall of muscle I’ll get to see soon. “And we wouldn’t want to skew the results because of hunger, would we?”

“Absolutely not. I’m hearing you loud and clear. Food will be arranged. But first, I owe your pretty lips a kiss.” His gaze falls to the apex between my legs.

“Indeed you do.”

We’re stopped on the way to his bedroom by three people, all wondering where his pumpkin head is.

When we’re finally alone, Xavier shuts and locks the door.

I should be more nervous to be in close quarters with a guy of his stature, a guy who is surely going to rock my world and probably change the course of my sexual destiny.

With his back against the door, he stares me down, hunger in his eyes shining through. “Everything off but my hoodie.” He must read the confusion on my face because he adds, “We’ll get you completely naked later. First, I want to fuck you with my name on your back.”

Why didn’t I contemplate this man would be so demanding? Probably because given the short time span of when we decided to have sex, it didn’t cross my mind.

“Well then,” I mumble.

I have to remove the hoodie to strip out of the costume. It’s a heady feeling having Xavier watch, but he’s going to see it all anyway.

As much as my other sexual experiences kinda sucked, I’m glad I have some experience. He seems like he knows what he’s doing, but at least I know what I like.

He removes his clothes, leaving only his boxers. His cock’s already at half mast, but it’s the broad, muscular chest and washboard abs captivating my attention. I don’t know which is more desirable, but I’m not sure it truly matters. He’s a piece of freaking art.

“Later, we’ll admire physique, take notes, capture images. ”

“A scientific experiment starts with all that.” I lick my lips, anticipating his comeback. When I can’t stand not touching him any longer, I eliminate the distance between us and run my fingers along the planes of his chest.

Around the divots of his abs.

Outline his V.

Trace the happy trail.

He grabs my wrist before it makes it under the waistband.

“My patience is running thin, Delia.”

I love how he says my name in his New England accent. It’s enough for wetness to pool between my thighs.

“This experiment is already failing for all the steps you’re skipping.”

He slips a finger between my thighs, running it along the seam. “I’d say it’s a success.” He pulls it out of me, running it along his lips before sucking it into his mouth, savoring the taste. “Damn, knew you’d be sweet. On the bed.”

I’m too stunned to move. Whether it’s his issued demand or the sexy as fuck way he sucked his finger, I’m not certain. I’m not certain of anything in this moment. Except for snapping out of the trance and following his order.

The comforter’s down, revealing flannel sheets. I climb onto the bed, not sure if there’s a certain place he wants me.

He stands at the end of the bed, watching my every move.

“I can’t decide what I want to do first—kiss your pussy or feed it my cock.

” A moan tumbles out of me. At this rate, he won’t have to do anything but continue talking.

The sultry voice combined with his words is a lethal combination.

It should be illegal. “How easily can you have two orgasms?”

“Uh.” I swallow back the nerves attempting to overtake me. “I don’t know?”

His face is a mask of stoicism and gives nothing away. Is that a bad sign?

“Are you willing to find out? To test a hypothesis?”

“Long as you’re good with whatever results emerge. What’s the hypothesis we’re testing? ”

He climbs onto the bed and kneels, his thighs caging mine in. “How fast I can give you two orgasms. One with my tongue, the other with my cock.”

“You’re going with the assumption it’s possible and testing the speed of delivery?” Is that even a coherent sentence? My brain might be malfunctioning.

“Exactly. Though timing it might take the fun out of it. We’ll guesstimate how long.” He pushes my shoulder onto his pillow, the fresh linen scent overwhelming. I’m supposed to focus on anything but the way it tantalizes my senses? Yeah, okay.

My eyes close, a feeling of relaxation washes over me, even before Xavier encourages it. Though I don’t mind listening to his raspy voice instructing me on what to do.

“Scoot down.”

“Legs spread wider.”

“Enjoy.”

My body obeys without me having to think about it. He speaks, and it knows what to do.

And when his tongue meets my most sensitive areas, my hips buck off the bed. “Xavier.” His name tumbles out on a moan.

I’m close to release. The fluttering in my belly from his kind of foreplay intensifies. I’m going to explode soon. I can’t worry how it’ll look when with barely a touch of his tongue on my pussy, I’m nearly orgasming. It’s never felt this good. Not from one touch.

Or I suppose it’s more now.

Xavier’s hand meets my abdomen under the hoodie. With light pressure, his hand moves in tandem with his tongue. And when his finger pushes inside me, I’m done for.

Stars burst behind my eyes, my hips undulate, my entire body riding out the wave of ecstasy, the feeling of satiety everywhere.

My drawn-out moan fills the quiet room as Xavier doesn’t let up on his assault. His tongue and fingers bring me to completion, my body along for the journey. I knew this would change things for me, and we’re only getting started.

Dinner tomorrow night seems so far away.

As I come down, Xavier blankets me with his body. I open my eyes, greeted with the vision of Xavier peering at me, a half-smile on his lips. “Now the real test begins. Need a breather?”

My arms are lead when I try to loop them around his neck, tugging his mouth closer to mine. “I’m excellent. Kiss me.”

I love how he doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t ask if I’m sure, instead lowering his lips to meet mine. An unfamiliar flavor hits my lips. It’s not unpleasant, but I wouldn’t call it sweet, the way he prattled on about it amid kissing my lower lips. When his tongue seeks entrance, I grant it.

Xavier is a phenomenal kisser, using his lips and tongue to bring out latent emotions in me, ones I’ve yet to experience.

It seems to last forever, the nibbling, the biting, the sucking of my lips and tongue, and when I’m about to shove him away for a deep breath, it’s as if he can read my mind and puts distance between us.

“Gotta grab a condom.” He’s on his knees again, his head tilted to the side. “Can I, uh, take you from behind?” A hint of nervousness lies in his question.

I bite back my laugh. “For research?”

His entire body loosens. “Fuck no.”

“Oh. Then why?” I muse curiously.

“Because my name’s on your back.”

It’s his matter-of-factness that gets me. I scoot out from under him, tucking my knees against my chest, not caring what he sees at this point. “So you can claim me?”

Not deterred, he shrugs. “It’s hot, okay? I’ve never been this hard, seeing someone in my hoodie. Seeing you in my hoodie, pumpkin,” he amends, strengthening his case.

As if I won’t agree. Like when he uses my first name, using a pet name on the fly—one that fits us—makes me putty in his hands.

“You’re already pushing the limits about two. Now you want to try a new position? Seems like a recipe for disaster.”

“So, no?”

“I say go for it. We have time to try again. And again, as needed.”

Conclusion: Not only are two orgasms in a short span possible, Xavier’s use of creative positions extends to several more hypotheses to test out in the future.