Page 47 of Power Play (Titans Hockey #2)

Chapter forty-three

Ben

I 'm on a boat, gently rocking with the waves. Lacey's wrapped up in my arms, her back to my front, as we simply rock together. The sun is shining bright, and the water is lapping gently against the side of the boat.

But something's wrong.

I don't own a boat.

And the water slapping against the side of it... sounds almost pornographic. Like the slapping of wet flesh, not water.

I open my eyes, blinking away the sleep, but the slapping sounds and rocking continue. I turn my head, taking in wide, green eyes. Lacey's eyes. But they're wide, almost panicked. And there's a large hand gripped hard over her mouth. I start to panic, before I take in the rest of the scene.

"Uh oh, darling," grunt "it looks like your boyfriend caught us.

.." grunt . Lacey's eyes roll back in her head and her eyes flutter closed.

Scott's taking her from behind, just inches from me.

The sheet is tented where he's lifted her leg up for easier access.

They were playing to see if they could fuck without waking me.

Now they're playing like they got caught cheating.

I close my eyes and groan, my cock instantly hardening against my thigh. I reach into my boxer briefs and grip my shaft and balls in my hand, each heartbeat causing me to thicken more.

I love that about Scott. How he plays with her.

How he invents scenes and new ways to let Lacey explore her sexuality.

Something she had never really had a chance to before.

He admitted to Garrett and me once at an away game that after his marriage fell apart, he joined a sex club, which allowed him to explore sexually, without strings and with anonymity.

I love that he's bringing that experience to the bedroom with Lacey. She deserves it.

"Oh, baby," Scott coos in her ear. "It looks like he liked finding another man fucking you in his bed. Right next to his sleeping body."

Lacey whimpers and my cock throbs in response. I turn to face her again, but she's looking down to where my hand is stroking my cock, before her eyes find me again. They're not panicked anymore, but curious, hot.

"So, fucking hot," I growl, my voice low and gravelly with sleep. I stroke myself, twisting my rough palm around the head of my cock.

"Should we show him? Show him how well you take another man's cock?"

Another whimper and it's like my dick's Pavlov’s dog, thickening at every whimper. Scott continues fucking into her, shaking her entire body with his thrusts. Since Scott's hands are full, I drag the comforter and sheet down from around her hips.

Lacey looks absolutely edible. Big, swollen belly. Big swollen breasts, pinched nipples, pretty pink pussy slick and stretched beautifully. She's the most incredible woman I've ever met. And she's the most beautiful sex goddess I've ever seen.

Pulling the comforter down to expose her has exposed myself, too. I stroke myself again, drawing Lacey's eyes down.

I switch hands, using my left on myself and my right to tweak one of her nipples. "I can't fucking believe you would do that," I growl, playing into the scene .

Her lids flutter closed, and her hands thrust out to me, gripping my arm as she comes and comes hard.

Her back bows against Scott. Scott's thrusts become a punishing slap against her ass until he stills, twists, and thrusts into her with finality.

Scott's obsessed with her body and coming inside of her raw - something that wasn't allowed in the sex club.

He releases her face and lets her catch her breath. He pulls out of her, and she winces.

I tug my already swollen cock. I'm happy to jack it just lying next to her. I'm so incredibly turned on by her, her growing body, what that swollen belly means, and how fucking happy I am that she has someone like Scott in her life to make her feel good.

But Lacey's not done with me. "I'm so sorry, B. These pregnancy hormones..." she shifts so she's on her knees. "But I can make it up to you. Show you how sorry I am?"

Oh, fuck. She's playing into the scene.

My mind is drunk on sleep and lust, but I try. "You think a blow job is enough? To show how sorry you are?"

"It's a start," she says sweetly, crawling over and gripping my cock in her tiny hand. With her left she holds the base of my cock; with the right she grips my balls. I groan.

She whimpers and I look behind her to see Scott. I can't see exactly what he's doing from this angle, but if I had to guess, he's stuffing his cum back into her.

Her hot mouth wraps around me, and I'm already ready to blow. My hips pump involuntarily up into her mouth. Christ, she feels so good. I fucking love this woman .

"You're doing so good for me, L, sucking me off so good," my neanderthal brain is in charge, but the way her warm, wet mouth is wrapped around me, I'm amazed I'm forming words at all.

Lacey doesn't seem to mind, though. She whimpers and sucks me harder.

"Fuck," I grunt, as I feel the familiar tingle up my spine and my balls constrict. "Coming," I warn, my hands cupping the back of Lacey's head tenderly.

She takes me deeper, and it only makes my heart expand more. I love absolutely everything about the Lacey I had when we were kids. But since we've reconnected, I've gotten several more layers of her - confident, sexy, giving, independent. And I'm happy to know and love every version of her.

I thrust into her mouth, coming and coming and coming.

And it's when she pops off of me, satisfied smile on her face, that I realize this will be us, for the rest of my life.