Page 41 of Playing for Keeps (Seattle Hawks Ice Hockey #4)
Encouraged, I slide further over his gloriousness and twirl my tongue around his entire length, taking and tasting every last inch of him.
I feel him start to slowly rock his hips as I play, my mouth lubricating itself on every bob of my head.
Every time his cock slides out and immediately back into the warmth of my awaiting mouth and throat, it feels so sexy and so damned dirty.
I can feel him hitting the back of me, and while it may bring sweet tears to my eyes, I’m not going to gag.
Oh, no. I’m going all the way. The only prisoner here is Mr. Midnight, because I’m not letting him go until he’s sent his sweet release cascading down my throat.
And I have a feeling that isn’t going to take all that long.
We find a sumptuous rhythm, Jay’s hips rock against my mouth and the back of my throat as I bend my knees, pushing myself up slightly, letting my breasts hang between us.
My nipples, stimulated by rubbing against the balled up comforter, rucked up underneath me.
Jay opens his legs wider, his hip motions ticking up a notch as I move faster over him, my hand keeping up with my sucking ministrations.
“Baby, I’m gonna?—”
Sparks ignite low in my belly as I hear Jay’s breathing change, I can feel myself dripping with need from between my legs.
I squeeze my eyes shut and devour him as if he were my last meal, one I’ve been starved and deprived of.
The frenzy builds, burning like an unquenchable inferno that can’t possibly be put out.
Our juices tango, coating my hand in a heady concoction, my mouth not being able to stop devouring him, taking him for all he’s worth.
I feel his hips pull back, like he’s about to yank himself free from my mouth and my grasp, but I keep a firm hold, determined where I want him to shoot his load.
“Last chance,” his voice is a strangled cry at my relentless work of sucking him off. It wouldn’t take much for me to get used to this.
“I’m—Jade—fuck—I’m?—”
He stiffens even more below me, and I feel the pulse from down the line of his thick cock, the rumbling of a volcano about to erupt.
Then, the succulent echo of his orgasm reigns out in a deep, primal groan.
“Ohhhh, Jade, fuuuuck,” his voice trails off as his hot seed hits the back of my throat and I ride him through the wave.
A continuous shudder runs through his body as he fully lets go and frees himself, unloading every last drop he has to offer.
And I lap it up with vigor because he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.
Finally, we both come to a lull and I feel his body soften back onto the mattress, his head imprints into the pillow and I slowly but surely drag my lips over his very warm, bulging length.
I lick along the lines of his perfection, pausing at the head to catch any last drops.
Lifting my head to release his dick, it bobs against his abdomen.
I cast my eyes up at him as he stares downward while I swallow and lick off any access that adorns my lips with a sweep of my tongue.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, his voice gruff and sexily rugged. I’ve never quite heard it like this before. I crawl up his body and lay myself flat like a pancake over the top of him. The warmth between us is hotter than an electric blanket.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen on a morning,” I tell him, nuzzling almost shyly into his chest. Hiding my face against the chiseled muscles that meet me, my left cheek pressing into his flesh and my lips feeling the buzz of the work I just did. “And I just had to do that.”
I feel his hand on the back of my head, his fingers moving down to my chin and he tips it slightly, enough for me to coast a glance up to his beautiful eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he says.
“I think you’re beautiful, too.”
He chuckles and gives me a cute little tap on the ass. “I don’t know about that, but my god of thunder thanks you.”
“You mean JJ Jun?—”
A loud rap at the door has us both springing to attention downstairs before I can finish the name he loves so much. I can faintly hear someone calling Jay’s name. My heart strums in a nervous pang as Jay and I exchange a quick, horrified glance.
“A bit early for housekeeping,” I say, glancing at the bedside table. It’s only seven-thirty.
“Yeah, I’d say so.” Jay throws the comforter back and pushes himself up off the mattress, making light work of his steps to the door, where he grabs the hotel robe on the back of it and slides his arms through. “Hopefully it’s not your brother or any other members of your family…”
My eyes pop open at that notion. It’s not that I don’t realize where I am or where I ended up last night, but I was so roped up in snuggling with Jay this morning and spending every spare second I can with him before I snuck back to my room, I lost track of time.
It might be early, but my family could be roaming around anywhere.
And this could very well be Tanner at the door.
“Maybe I should’ve snuck back to my room before the sun came up. I never thought about if someone came knocking?”
Jay chuckles to himself and walks back over to the bed, leaning down to kiss the top of my head, his lips pressing warmly into my skin.
“Who’s going to be up at this hour wondering what we’re doing?
” He quirks a brow and I sit upright, dusting myself off, while my brain does a quick round of mental gymnastics.
“You’re forgetting Tanner and Deb have a three-year-old,” I remind him.
“Actually, on second thoughts, Tanner mentioned hitting the tee for a game of golf or some shit before breakfast. I may have said to come wake me up, I just didn’t think it would be this early.”
“You play golf?” I giggle.
He looks at me pointedly, like I can’t imagine him doing anything else except waving a hockey stick around. “I can whack other sticks around, you know, other than on the ice.”
The way he says that makes my core throb again, because I’m only thinking of one stick right now. “Oh, that you can.”
It’s only another rap at the door that breaks us both apart again.
Shit. My heart palpitates again as Jay casts me a wink and disappears down the stairs with a solid dozen or so thuds down to the bottom.
I sit still like a jungle cat, listening intently.
Jay opens the front door while I decide whether I spring out of bed and quickly dress, then maybe hide in the bathroom, or duck my head under the covers and stay there.
My worst fear is realized when I hear the all too familiar sound of Tanner’s voice.
“Hey man, shit, did I wake you?”
“Just snoozing,” I hear Jay reply. Facepalm of the century.
“We went by to see Aunty Jade, but she’s not there,” I hear little Luca’s voice now.
Oh holy shit.
“Yeah, you haven’t seen my sister have you?” Tanner asks.