Page 98 of Hockey Halloween

Lilith

My pussy hurts, and my beautiful beast is a snorer. They’re not obnoxious, abrasive noises, just muffled little snorts that tickle my shoulder by making my hair dance against my skin.

He’s adorable. Shortly after we came last night, he threw his arm and leg over me and passed the fuck out, dragging me into sleep with him.

It’s still dark out, there’s a chill in the air kept at bay by the fact Mason is a human radiator. We’re both naked, but I’m still clammy, verging on sweaty.

His dick’s pressing into the side of my body, hard, hungry, and just… there.

I didn’t get his consent, but I want to wake him by swirling my tongue around his crown. Lying here in the silence, listening to the even rhythm of his breaths, a war wages inside me. I should give him the chance to say no, even if I don’t think he’s going to.

I slide down the bed, trailing my fingers along the peaks and valleys of his body. He’s in great shape. Each muscle is defined, firm, and absolutely biteable.

“Are you going to stare at it, or suck it?” His mumbly, gruff middle of the night voice sends sparks to the kindling in my core .

I sigh. “I’ve been thinking about sucking it, but without your enthusiastic consent, it gave me pause.”

He chuckles. “You have my unending, unequivocable, and wholly enthusiastic consent for all eternity, Ghost. If you wanna suck my cock, suck my cock. You wanna play with my prostate, play with my prostate. My body is yours.”

“And they say romance is dead.” I cup his balls, making him hiss out a slow breath. I’ve never done ass play with a guy before, mine or his, but I think it’s something I’d like to try—for both of us. Not this morning though; my mouth is watering too much at the thought of swallowing this man’s cum.

“Fuck, Lilith.”

“Too hard?”

He grunts. “No. You could squeeze harder if you wanted.”

I do, curious as to what that’ll do to him. His resulting moan is fucking worth it. It’s the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard. I circle his ass with my finger, and it draws another moan from him. I’m definitely going to explore that further.

Wasting no time, I lick my lips, curl my hands around his girthy dick and take it all the way to the back of my throat to lube him up.

A string of hissed curse words falls from his mouth. “Such a hungry girl, Lilith. You know you can’t suck my soul out from my dick, right?” His warm chuckle wraps around me as I hollow out my cheeks.

“Let’s see if that’s true.” I bob my head, licking, sucking, and nibbling at his dick, while my hands fist his length and tug and cradle his balls. When I trail my fingernails across his ball sack, he goes from zero to exploding with no warning filling my mouth with his creamy, salty jets of cum.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck.” His words are a hushed whisper, but his hands grip my head with an urgency that tells me everything I need to know.

I hum around his cock, deeply pleased with having made him blow his load. His body relaxes, and his slowly softening cock slides out of my mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

“M’ere.” He pulls me up to him, kisses me deeply like he doesn’t care we haven’t brushed our teeth or that my mouth was just full of his cum.

There’s a rumble in his chest as he pinches my perky, hard nipple.

“I need a nap, but then we’re waking everyone on this block with you screaming my name through your orgasm, mmmkay? ”

I settle my head on his chest, nodding as I make myself comfortable. In the darkness, doubts reappear, making me wonder if I should pause before jumping in with both feet into a relationship with another athlete.

Mason’s such a heart-on-his-sleeve kind of guy that it’s hard to imagine he has an ulterior motive, but the urge to keep my walls up hasn’t disappeared. I’m scared, scared he’s going to hurt me, or use me, or worst of all, not see me.

“What’s wrong, night monster?”

I can’t help giggling against his chest at the nicknames. From anyone else, I’d hate them, but he makes the meaning of my name sound like a good thing, almost sexy even.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, Lilith. We’re not starting this relationship out with lies.” He squeezes me closer to him. “Spill.”

“I’m scared,” I whisper on a shaky breath into the darkness.

“Of what?” His thumb strokes my bare upper arm.

“Falling and getting hurt.” My face heats, and I’m grateful that he can’t look at me with those piercing eyes of his.

“I’m not a perfect man, Lilith. I can’t promise you that I won’t fuck up, or hurt you, but I can promise you to always tell the truth, to treat you with respect, to listen when you want to talk, to make you come so hard your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.”

I laugh, some of the tension evaporating from my body.

“It’s okay to be scared. If you weren’t, I’d be worried.

But I’m not Johnny White, and you’re not the same woman you were when you were with him either.

We’ll take some time to get to know each other, and with any luck, you’ll like the man I am.

Please don’t over think it and run away scared before it even gets off the ground.

” He plants a kiss on my forehead. “At least give me a chance to catch you when you fall.” He’s chatty for a sleepy man.

My heart flutters at his words, but before I can answer him, his chest rises and falls with slow, heavy breaths telling me he succumbed to his post-orgasm need for sleep.

I smile against his skin. That’s something I’ll have to be mindful of going forward; once he comes, he sleeps.

It’s happened twice tonight, and I bet it’s not a one-off.

I lie awake for a little longer, churning over my relationship with Johnny, the fall out, and the past few days since I stepped off the plane in Cedar Rapids and met my beautiful man dressed as a Beast.

A twitch in my chest tells me I can’t leave; if I do, I’ll regret walking away from him, I’ll spend my days wondering ‘what if?’ And I don’t want to wonder.

I want to know . Is this a honeymoon phase?

An instant attraction? Chemistry and hormones?

Or could there be something more, something deeper, something forever between the beast and the night monster?