Page 9 of Of Pucking Course (Denver Bashers #4)

Bella

M y stomach flips and my heart pounds as I tease Braden’s lips open with my tongue.

He gently laps my tongue with his. My skin tingles, and my knees go weak.

This is insanity. Utter insanity.

If someone had told me ten minutes ago that I’d be making out with my hockey player neighbor, I would have laughed in their face.

But that was before we kissed.

That accidental kiss from just a few seconds ago made my brain go completely offline.

The way he held my waist as he pressed his mouth against mine, his tongue soft and teasing…

Feeling his hands on my body and tasting his mouth ignited something inside of me.

It took me a few seconds to figure out what it was, but I know now.

Desire.

I don’t like Braden. We piss each other off. But maybe that’s why kissing him feels like literal fireworks. That heat between us when we’re arguing turns into something wicked and wild when our mouths touch…

I run my hands through his thick blond hair and moan into his mouth, pushing him harder against the wall. He grips me tight around the waist. I whimper.

A second later, he moves his hand to my chin and gently tilts my face up, deepening our kiss.

He swoops his tongue into my mouth, kissing me harder. My pussy aches.

It’s been months since I’ve kissed a guy, not since Matt and I broke up. I haven’t wanted to.

But right now, kissing Braden is all I want to do.

He grips my hips and pulls me harder against his body as we sink into a rhythm.

That ache between my legs turns into a full-on throb. My skin is hot, and I’m breathing faster.

Just then, I hear a shriek of laughter behind me. I step back, breaking our kiss right as a group of women stumble by us and head to the bathroom.

I glance up at Braden. His chest heaves with the breath he takes, and his fair skin flushes bright red. His blue eyes are blown out as he looks at me, almost like he’s waiting for me to say something.

“Um…that was…” My brain struggles to find the right word to describe what I’m feeling in this wild and unexpected moment.

“Fucking hot?” he says.

I burst out laughing, feeling a bit more relaxed. “Yeah. It was.”

The air between us is thick as we stand there and stare at each other.

I should walk away. I should write this off as a one-time thing, a mistake, something we’ll never, ever do again.

But I don’t. Because I’m still so turned on. The only thing my brain can focus on, the only thing my body wants, is more of Braden’s mouth.

Boldness flashes through me. I can’t believe what I’m about to say. It’s so not me to be so attracted to someone I don’t like.

But I don’t care. I’ve spent the last few months working myself to the bone, feeling like garbage after being cheated on and betrayed by my ex. Right now, I just want to feel good.

“Let’s finish this at my place.” My heart is pounding the second those words fall out of my mouth as I wait for him to say something.

I have no idea if Braden is even on the same page as me. Maybe he already regrets kissing me. Maybe he’s about to shoot me down.

My stomach churns just thinking about it.

But then I noticed the look in his eyes. Fiery and focused and hungry.

The corner of his mouth hooks up in the sexiest half-smile.

He grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”

I unlock the door to my apartment and walk in. Braden walks in behind me and gently closes the door.

I spin around and look at him while he toes off his shoes.

“This is a one-time thing,” I tell him.

“Okay.” He doesn’t even blink, clearly unfazed by what I’ve said.

“We do this once, just to get it out of our systems,” I say, holding his gaze.

That wild look from earlier flashes in his eyes. The corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile.

“Okay,” he repeats in that same totally calm tone.

“I’m serious, Braden.”

He lets a half smile break free, almost like he’s amused. “I know.” He steps forward, closing the space between us. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Bedroom?”

I stare at him, stunned at how fine he is with me calling the shots.

I shake my head. “We’re not fucking.”

Nerves crackle in my tummy. Will he get mad that I’ve drawn that boundary? Did he assume we’d be having sex?

A second later, an amused look flashes in his eyes. He brushes a lock of my hair out of my face.

“I’m good to do whatever you want,” he rasps.

My clit jumps at the roughness of his voice.

I blink up at him. “You’re really okay with doing what I want?”

He nods. Gently, he runs his thumb along the hinge of my jaw. Goosebumps scatter across my skin. A cocky half-smile pulls at his lips.

“What’s that look for?” I ask.

He thumbs my bottom lip, his gaze zeroing in on my mouth. His stare turns fiery. Then his eyes meet mine.

“By the time I get done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

My mouth falls open in shock at his arrogance.

Sheer determination to prove him wrong rockets through me. I shake my head. “No way.”

He just smirks. “We’ll see.”

But before I can speak another word, he scoops me up in his arms.

I squeal, surprised by the move. He carries me to the couch, sits down, and positions me so I’m straddling his lap.

He gently cups his hands around my face and leans in, kissing me softly.

My tummy flutters at how sweetly and gently he kisses me. It’s such a contrast to the bold, cocky words he spoke just moments ago.

“What do you want, Bella?” he says against my mouth.

“I…I want…” It’s a struggle to find words. My head is hot mush. Because oh my god, Braden is an incredible kisser, and it’s messing with my brain.

He laps his tongue against mine. Then he gently nips my bottom lip before swooping his tongue in my mouth.

“I want to kiss you,” I finally manage to say between kisses. I instantly feel like a dork.

But he just smiles against my mouth, like he’s happy about what I’ve said.

A second later, the intensity of our kiss amps up.

It’s not long before I’m panting and tugging my hands through his hair.

I breathe in and moan at how good he smells.

Like trees and rain and pepper. Whatever cologne he wears is intoxicating.

He breaks the kiss, then presses his mouth against the hinge of my jaw. He runs his lips along the side of my neck, then bites me softly. My pussy pulses and I gasp.

I can feel him smile against my neck. “You like that, pretty girl?”

My breath catches and my heart flutters. Pretty girl.

I like that. A lot.

He runs his tongue along my neck, right above my shoulder. I nod and whimper, “Yes.”

“Tell me what else you like,” he growls before running his mouth back up the side of my neck.

I shiver and my eyes roll back. God. Has making out ever gotten me this hot before?

“I like neck kisses,” I finally say in a breathy voice.

He lets out a low, rough chuckle that turns me on even more. “I can tell.”

His hand glides from my waist to my left breast. He circles his thumb over my nipple, then pinches gently. I gasp. My pussy throbs.

“Do you like it when I play with your tits?”

I close my eyes and nod. My entire body is aching for release from just a couple of minutes of making out with Braden on my couch.

He keeps working my nipple between his fingers while kissing along the side of my neck. Heat pools between my legs as that ache in my pussy deepens.

“You like dry humping too?” Braden asks.

It’s not till he says it that I realize I’m grinding on his lap. Hard.

I glance down and bite my lip. I let out an embarrassed laugh. “Yeah.”

A hot flush works its way up my neck to my cheeks. I brace for Braden to give me a hard time about how turned on I’m getting, but he doesn’t.

He leans back and looks at me, his soft blue gaze fiery and intense. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s really fucking sexy feeling you grind on my dick.”

His hands grip my waist, guiding me as I move over the hard ridge of his erection. When I glance down, my eyes go wide. God. Even underneath his clothes, I can tell his dick is huge.

My pussy clenches even harder with the need to feel him inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out, thrusting hard until I’m screaming…

I halt the thought the instant it forms.

No.

I told him we’re not fucking tonight. There’s no way I’m giving in.

But then he pushes his hips up, and my clit presses harder against the ridge of his hard cock. I whimper.

I close my eyes and take a second to breathe through that delicious ache.

When I open my eyes, Braden is sporting that smug grin.

“All you have to do is say the word, pretty girl, and I’ll fuck you so hard and so good, you’ll see stars.”

I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming yes. I can feel the last shred of my resolve melting with each passing second.

I let out a ragged breath and shake my head, despite how badly I want to feel his cock inside of me.

“No,” I rasp.

He lets out a rough chuckle. “So stubborn,” he growls.

He circles his thumb around my hard nipple, then lowers his mouth to my collarbone. He trails kisses along my skin. I let out a feral, whiny noise at how good this all feels.

“You’re missing out,” he says in a rough whisper before licking my skin and pinching my nipple. “I’m a fantastic fuck.”

My eyelids flutter. “I’m sure you’d give me the best thirty seconds of my life.”

Yeah, that’s a pretty mean thing to say, but teasing him is the only way I can think to maintain control right now.

I’m seconds away from ripping my clothes off and riding his dick until I come.

I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that all it took for me to toss out my “no fucking” rule was a few minutes of kissing and grinding on him. He’s that good.

He holds my gaze. “I don’t fuck like that.”

He grips my hips and glides me along the hard ridge of his dick. I gasp.

“How do you fuck?” I ask a moment later when I’m able to speak again. I’m dying to know what this infuriatingly hot hockey player is like in bed.

“I take my time. I go slow. Really fucking slow. And I make sure you have a damn good orgasm. Two if you’ve been a good girl.”