Page 22 of Icing the Enemy (Hockey USA)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

oakley

He’s a man—a man who seems to know my body better than I do. With my legs over his shoulders, my heels dig into his back while he licks and suckles my bundle of nerves. I chant, “Firecracker, please.”

Corbin stalls, raising his chin and lifting a curious brow, but I push his head back where I want it. And when I do, a satisfied groan rumbles from his chest.

“Harder,” I say, and he buries his face in my center. Inserting one finger into my hole and pulling down while he darts his tongue in and out. “Yes. More.”

Hunger consumes me as I feel a deep ache in my core. The tightening and the pull of my legs wanting to come together, “Oh, Jesus.” He’s so good at this. I don’t want to think about how many women he’s been with to be this incredible at oral, so I push those thoughts from my mind, right when he does this sucking motion inside me. My head flies off the couch, and my legs have a vice grip around his ears as I come and come and come. And Corbin laps it up like it’s cream cheese icing.

Finally, my head bounces off the cushion, and I sigh in relief. Corbin crawls up my body and brushes his lips against mine. “Have you ever tasted something so savory and sweet? It’s like salted caramel ice cream.”

Feeling bold, I ask, “Can you kiss me?” I don’t usually let my guard down and letting myself be vulnerable is out of character for me, but the man looking into my eyes makes it easy.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?”

I shake my head no.

“Seriously?” he asks as he gently kisses my lips, then swipes his tongue over my lips, and I let him in. The flavor of my being dances on my tongue, igniting little sparks as the salty and sweet notes combine for the most intimate moment of my life. When I moan, I feel him smile against my mouth. “Mmmm.”

“You like?” I ask.

“Do I? That’s like asking if I love hockey. Tasting you may be the one thing I enjoy more than hockey.”

A giggle escapes as he pinches my nipples and sucks on my neck. The buzz I had has worn off, and I’m fully aware that I’m sprawled out naked as a jaybird for him to see. I’ve never been totally naked with a man. My one time having sex with Sonny, who definitely wasn’t a man, we both left on our tops and I didn’t even have an orgasm.

I hope he’s not regretting what we’ve done—the marriage or the oral sex.

“Are you hungry?” he asks as he presses to one knee.

I guess it’s over. He’s sobering up and realizing that we’ve made a mistake. My heart falls when it shouldn’t be. Putting my heart in someone else’s hands makes me uncomfortable, and that’s exactly what I’ve done.

“Maybe if I need more energy,” I answer, reaching for his face and one more kiss.

“Oh, you’re going to need it.” He swallows a laugh as he sits down and rolls me into his lap, brushes my hair off my shoulder, kissing my shoulder. His lips trail up my neck, and we start kissing all over again. “Forget food. I want to eat your sweet heat all night long.”

“Can you go again?” I ask, and our lips part.

He gives me a long, slow wink, and my insides melt. “All night long.”

He carries me to the floor in front of the large fireplace, which isn’t on, but the moonlight streaks across his body, highlighting the definition of each muscle and creating shadows in the divots where one ends, and another begins.

The rug is soft and as he hovers over me, the tip of his dick teases my entrance. He sucks my lips into his, and I’ve never been so turned on as I’ve been tonight. He’s on his elbows, and he says in a hushed tone, “Do you feel how slick you are for me? My dick is soaked in your juice. So ready.”

I nod and let my knees fall outward, hoping this doesn’t hurt. He runs his erection through my folds, getting plenty of lubrication. “Are you on the pill?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“When’s the last time you had sex with someone?”

“Three years ago. You?”

Shock covers his shadowed face, and I think he’s going to pull away. Instead, he pushes up and uses his velvety head to circle my firecracker. Instantly, I breathe heavily. There’s something about a man who wants to take care of a woman. Who takes his time to make her feel good. I’ve only read about men like this since I have limited experience.

“It’s been close to a year for me. God, you’re so soft and sexy. I like watching my dick slide through your wet, glistening folds.”

I smack his butt. “That’s enough foreplay. I need you.”

“You need me, huh? Tough as nails, Oakley James, needs me.”

“Shearer, Oakley Shearer.”

A slow spreading smile lights up his face. “Tough as nails, Oakley Shearer needs me. That’s the biggest turn-on because you know, I always help people in need and please them.”

“Please me then.”

On one hand, he guides himself into me, then returns to hovering over me. His hair falls forwards, and I run one hand through it so I can see his gorgeous eyes and the feeling they hold when he settles all of the way in. It takes a few minutes; he seems to be larger than he was in my mouth. I squirm and dig the pads of my fingers into his back.

“So tight.”

“Is that bad?” I ask, looking up at him.

“No, baby, it’s good. Perfect.” He rocks side to side, stretching me farther until he can move. “If I do anything you don’t like, tell me.”

Nodding, I lift my head to kiss his neck. He relaxes and sways his hips to a slow beat, then sucks the sensitive skin under my ear and my collarbone. This feels like more than sex. It feels like he needs me too.

Using his power and physique, he plunges deep into my core as he hooks one arm under my knee, and I scream.

“Am I hurting you?”

I bite my bottom lip with tears into my eyes, and I answer in a barely audible voice, “Yes.”

He sits back on his heels and pulls out, looking down, then at me. “Oakley, are you a virgin?”

“No.”

“Is it possible you started your cycle?”

“No, it was last week.”

“I think it’s hurting because no one has penetrated you all of the way.”

I push off the floor and see the blood covering his erection and gasp. “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

The wheels in his head are turning, probably wondering if I’m a virgin. “I’ve only had sex once when I was eighteen and obviously, he had a tiny dick.” My fingers trace his lips. “Unlike you. When you’re inside me, it hurts so good. Don’t let this ruin our wedding night.”

“Do you want me to grab a condom?”

“Not unless you want one. It’s your call.”

He uses his body to force me back down and puts my legs over his shoulders while he stays on his knees. Teasing me with his erection, he finally pushes in and thrusts. “Your body is even more stunning when it reacts to me. Your muscles squeeze me until the exact moment they need to let go. Heavenly.”

He takes his time making me feel the veins in his erection until I’m drenched, then he pounds into me at a relentless pace, producing pain and pleasure at the same time. I love the feeling of his pelvic bone when he slaps against me. But it’s not until he coaxes my bundle of nerves with his thumb that I climax.

“Ahh, you like me rubbing your clit.”

I shake my head, relishing every moment Corbin gives me. He holds up one of my legs, kissing the back of my knee, and I’ve never felt so cherished. The three-pronged approach: kissing my sensitive skin, rubbing my clit, and masterfully stroking me, sending my back flying off the floor, arching and aching as my release ignites from the inside out.

Slowing down, Corbin says, “Ride it out, my little thief.”

I gasp, trying to catch my breath while he plays me like a violin with slow, languid strokes, ratcheting up the tension already building back up inside me, making me clench. He lets my legs relax and fall back onto the rug, then sucks on my inner thighs. I can hear the suctioning pop before he moves to the next spot, then he turns me on my side. “I can go again, can you?”

“You didn’t… come,” I say in an airy, almost silent voice.

“Baby, I’m looking over the edge, hoping when I fall, I don’t …” He runs his finger along my shoulder.

Glancing at him, he seems to be saddened. Before I realize I’m speaking, the words are already out. “Regret it?”

With a miniscule nod, he claims, “I could never regret having sex with my wife.”

“If we fall together, then we’re safe. Let me take the fall with you. Take my body however you need.”

In an instant, he flips me over. I reach grabbing his butt, and kneading his hard as a rock muscles.

He runs his erection through my juices, and I wish I had more experience, but all I’ve done is missionary, and I’m scared.

“Don’t be afraid. I just want you to feel my body from this angle.” He starts off tortuously slow, inserting himself from behind but thankfully stays away from my puckered hole. Holding onto my shoulder for leverage, he strokes me, and his shaft rubs against something that drives me crazy each time. As he gains momentum and his thrusts become faster, he bites my shoulder, latching on.

“Corbin,” I whisper.

“Corbin,” I say in a whisper shout. He’s hitting a spot I could have never known existed by own hand and definitely not from Sonny.

He squeezes my hips with his powerful hands. The callouses scrape over my hot-red skin from the kissing, the sucking, the licking, the nipping, sending a thrilling sensation streaking under my lids.

“Corbin,” I moan. “I… I…”

Unabated, he pummels me so hard and fast, his body is moving us closer to the fireplace. I have to stick my hand out, pressing it against the stone to give him leverage and when I do, he enters me so deeply, my body thrashes, and I shout, “Corbin.”

I fall.

Millions of blinding lights seem to travel through my body, and I feel complete for the first time in my life. Suddenly, I’m back in the present, where Corbin is thrusting me from behind, his body soaked with sweat as he grips me tighter. He’s mumbling, “Just a little more. Baby, you’re perfect. Keep clenching on. Love your body. So wet. So responsive. So resilient.”

He sinks his teeth into my skin as a ferocious growl escapes his body, and he pulls out and paints me and the carpet with his essence. And in this moment, I wonder if he fell for me too.