Page 21 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #2)

Chapter Thirteen

E rica

The whole evening feels somewhat surreal.

I can't believe I'm here, dancing with Tyler, especially considering I'd just been on my bad date, thinking about him.

I wonder if he knew. I wonder if he'd seen what had gone down.

I should be embarrassed or mad, but I didn't actually care.

I knew as soon as I'd seen my date that it was going to be a bust. And when he'd introduced me to his friends and all the girls had been all over him, I had a feeling he was looking for something more akin to an orgy than a one-on-one romantic rendezvous.

I can feel Tyler behind me, dancing in time to the music. I'm surprised that he's got so much rhythm, but I appreciate it. I can feel his hands on my waist, his fingertips pressing into me. We dance back and forth, and I'm just happy to be here.

I wonder what my brother would say if he could see us, but I'm not going to dwell on that.

What Wes doesn't know won't hurt him. Even though I know that if Miles finds out, he would absolutely go crazy.

Because even though Wes is the older brother and the more vocal of the two, Miles is definitely more protective of me—probably because he was the middle child and I was the only one that he felt like he could control.

I can hear Tyler humming something under his breath as we continue dancing. I want to touch him. I want to kiss him, yet I still feel slightly uneasy. Maybe because I don't know where this is going. Maybe it's going nowhere. Maybe it's going everywhere. Maybe it doesn't matter. I don't know.

I've never been in a situation like this before.

It's always been a date with someone I know, who understands that we're getting to know each other.

I've never felt out of my element, and my dates have never really been with someone on the level of Tyler—not as handsome, not as rich, not as well-known.

Not even as old as him. Not that he is much older than me, but I've mainly dated guys who are my age.

"You are absolutely stunning. You know that?" he says, spinning me around and gazing at me.

"I know that now," I say, giving him a shy smile, hoping he'll lean down and kiss me.

His eyes are dark, and I can feel a real tension between us. But I don't want to have to be the one to force it right now. I don't want to be the one all over him—not again. I want him to make the move.

"What are you thinking?" he asks.

"I don't know. I'm not... I'm just enjoying being here."

"So, how was your date?" he says loudly.

I can't really hear him, so I shake my head. I don't want to talk about my date.

After a couple of moments, we're hit by two girls next to us.

"Sorry," they say, giggling, but they're not talking to me. They're only talking to him.

I'm pleased to see that Tyler doesn't even acknowledge them. I study his face, his dark eyebrows, his dark eyes, his tan skin.

"You are possibly one of the best-looking men I've ever met in my life," I say.

"I bet you say that to all the men." He grins and squeezes my hand.

"You want to come somewhere with me?"

"I guess. Where?"

"You'll see."

He leads me off the dance floor to the periphery of the room.

"It's still loud here," he says, frowning. "We can't really talk."

"I know, but are we here to talk?" I lick my lips slowly. "Or are we here to…"

"Are we here to what?" he says, glancing at me. He runs his hand behind my neck and brings me toward him. "Are you saying that you want me to devour you, Erica?"

"Now, would I say such a thing?"

"Maybe you wouldn't say it, but your eyes are telling me everything your mouth isn't."

He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead.

"A kiss for you here." And then he kisses me on my earlobe. "And a kiss for you here."

Then his lips press against my neck. My heart is racing now.

"And a kiss for you here."

I feel his hand move down the side of my body and then forward. He touches my breast, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Would you like a kiss here, as well?"

I nod slowly. I don't even know what else to say. I gasp as he takes a quick peek around us and then pulls my top down.

"What are you doing?" I say.

"Exactly what you asked for."

He leans down and slips my breast out of my bra, and before I know what he's doing, he's sucking on my nipple.

"Oh my gosh," I say as I lean back against the wall. I can't believe this is happening. Anyone could be staring at us. And yet, I don't even care.

He murmurs as he sucks on my nipple. Then he reaches over to the other breast and slips it out.

"You're so fucking hot," he says. His lips suckle my nipple while his fingers play with the other one. I run my fingers through his hair, moaning.

When he finally pulls away, he presses his chest against mine and then kisses up my neck until his lips meet mine again. I feel like I'm drowning. I'm drowning in lust. I'm drowning in emotion. And I'm drowning in a situation I've never been in before.

And yet, I don't feel like I'm going under. I feel like a mermaid. I feel like I can breathe. Finally. I feel like this is a bliss I've never experienced in my life, and I don't know why I haven't.

"Is this what it's always like?" I say as I kiss him.

"Yes," he says. "Sometimes."

He grins as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"If you want, I can show you something even better."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, follow me."

He squeezes my hand, and we move down the side corridor. He pushes open a door and looks inside.

There are boxes and boxes of items.

"Not here," he says. We exit the room again. He tries the next door, but it's locked. And then he tries the next, and it's locked again.

I sigh. "Do you want to?—"

But then he tries the next door, and he grins.

"Come on."

He pulls me inside, and I see we're in a makeshift bedroom of some sort. He closes the door behind us. There's no lock.

"So, Erica."

"Yes, Tyler?"

"Just how ready are you to have fun?"

"I don't know what you mean," I say, looking down at the front of his pants. I grin at him and take a step forward, my finger running down his crotch. I squeeze gently and then harder.

"How much fun are you willing to have, Tyler?"

"Fuck," he says. "I'm willing to have as much fun as you'll let me have."

"Good," I say.

I unbutton the top of his pants and then unzip him.

He gasps as I pull his pants down. He's wearing white briefs, and I see the gentle swelling of his cock pushing out.

I'm about to slip his briefs down when he pushes me back.

"You first, darling."

"Me first?" I say.

He grins as he lifts me up and places me on the bed. He lifts my skirt up and pulls down my panties.

"Keep your legs open," he says, grinning before dropping to the ground and burying his face between my legs.

I gasp and scream as I feel his tongue at my apex.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he says as he licks and sucks me. I moan as I feel pleasure like I've never felt before.

I'm so close to having an orgasm. I'm so close to finally feeling like a woman.

And then he stops.

I'm panting as I gaze at him. His eyes are dark and filled with lust.

"Do you want me to continue?" he says.

I nod slowly.

"I want to hear you, Erica. You have to tell me."

"I want you to continue. Don't stop."

He grins then—the most wicked grin I've ever seen on his face—and he buries his head between my legs again.

And this time, when he sticks his tongue into me, it feels like a cock.

It feels even better than any dildo I've ever used.

And within moments, I feel myself coming hard and fast on his face.

But he doesn't stop. He keeps licking me and licking me until my body is racked, and I just lie there with a blissful smile on my face.

"Did you enjoy that?" he says, kissing the side of my face and then my lips.

I nod slowly. I should feel embarrassed, but I don't. It just feels right. I look over at him and reach my hand down the front of his shirt. I love the feel of his muscular chest. I then roll over and pull his briefs down. His cock falls out, and it's hard. Very hard.

"You don't have to," he says. "If you?—"

I press my finger against his lips and then slowly suck on his cock.

"I've always wanted my own hockey player lollipop," I say as I deep throat him.

I'm rewarded by a loud groan. And as I get to work, I know that this is the most sinful I've ever been in my life, but I'm absolutely not hating it.