Page 21 of The Alternate Captain (Elite Hockey #3)

“I have a confession to make,” I say ten minutes into our make out session.

Kelly breaks free of my grasp and looks me right in the eyes, terror on her face.

“What? Did something happen at speed dating?”

I cringe. “No, but let’s not talk about it.”

“Okay... what then?”

“Don’t look so scared. Or maybe do, I don’t know.” I shrug. “But... fuck. You’re not helping me here, Kelly. Because I’ve been having the dirtiest thoughts about you and now your hand is right next to my dick. And I told you, I don’t think I can contain myself any longer.”

“Oh,” she says, biting her lip.

I want to bite her lip too, hear that little quiver of excitement fall from her lips as I work my way into a deeper kiss.

But I don’t.

“Yeah.” My lips find the crease of her neck and she smells of soap and something else that is distinctly Kelly, and it drives me wild. It’s her feminine smell that’s sort of like strawberries and vanilla. And I love it.

“Wanna tell me?” she says, leaning her head to the side, giving me more of her neck.

“You know I’m terrible with words,” I say, running my lips over her skin.

And she giggles just a little, rubbing her hand through my hair as she whimpers.

“Wanna show me?” Her voice is teasing now, and my throat makes a noise that sounds almost feral.

Lust-filled eyes. From me and from her. Because my body is buzzing with excitement.

I spring into action. Rolling her onto her back, I coax her out of her T-shirt and toy with the fabric of her bra, wondering why the hell she’s got one on in the first place.

“Are you a boob or a bum guy?” she asks.

“I’m a you guy,” I say, reaching around and fumbling with the clip of her bra.

I’m rewarded after only a minor delay, my fingers gripping the clasp just enough.

She’s got curves and creamy skin. And nipples that have my mouth watering—I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to find her.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, taking a deep breath.

My fingers dance along her collarbone as I toss her bra across the room. I trace my index finger between her breasts before following the curve of her left boob, working my way in a spiral, ending right at her nipple.

Her chest rises and falls, and I lean down and kiss her again, nibbling on her lip as I tentatively pull at her nipple.

“I’ve had lots of thoughts about these, Kelly,” I whisper into her ear. The lust taking over.

“Yeah?” she breathes.

I nod and shift my body down onto the bed slightly before flicking my tongue right across her left nipple. Watching it get harder by the second. Her breathing deepens as I move my hand over to her other nipple, pulling at it slightly.

She shivers and moans in such an erotic tone. It sends a jolt straight to my already hard dick, which is now fucking painful.

I can’t hold back. With one hand pulling and teasing one nipple, I flick and suck the other with my tongue, completely lost in how she writhes and moans beneath me.

She draws in a breath as I move my hand away from her nipple, her skin hot underneath my palm as I move my hand across her chest, then down to her stomach.

“Do you know I’m crazy about you?” I say, watching the path of my hand. I stop right above her waistband, and I can tell she’s waiting, waiting for more, because she bucks her hips ever so slightly. Enough for me to notice. “What do you need, Kelly?”

“Johnny—”

“I’ve been wondering how you’ll feel, and how you’ll taste, and how I ever went a day without knowing.”

“And what if I’d sent you away tonight?” she whispers, a smile playing on her lips.

“Then I’d have spent the rest of my life trying to win you over,” I say.

Yeah, the lust is in full force, but I don’t care. My head is cloudy with it—and all I want to do is slip my hand down the front of her panties and find out if she’s wet for me. If she’s feeling the same for me as I am for her.

“Tell me what you need, beautiful?”

“Touch me, Johnny. Please,” she says, and my dick flexes in anticipation.

It’s fighting against the zipper of my pants.

I roll onto my side, laying tight against her and pushing myself back into position so I can nibble a spot just above the curve of her neck.

“Is that what you want?”

She nods, and I’m living for it .

“You want me to touch you here?” I kiss her neck again, and she groans.

“My pussy, Johnny. I want you to touch my pussy.”

I slide my hand right down her stomach and into her panties, not stopping to tease this time. I can’t. I’m done waiting.

And by fuck, she’s not only wet, she’s soaking.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” I breathe, pushing my body into hers. “Feel that? That’s what you’re doing to me.”

I briefly hold my breath in sync with her as I look down to where my hand is, except I can’t see what I want to see.

“Slide your pants off. Let me see you.”

The fact she doesn’t hesitate has me in a trance.

I watch her, and then shift so I can sit up against her headboard, and I pull her with me so her back is against my chest. Completely naked, her head on my shoulder, and I drink her all in.

I want access to every part of her. I want her in my arms as she comes apart for me.

“Open your legs,” I say, peppering kisses along her neck.

And she does, almost shaking with expectation.

I’m not sure what’s more erotic, having her quivering beneath me as I slide my hand up and down her thighs, not quite getting to her pussy, or that she’s whimpering in such a way that has me rocking against her.

“Touch me, Johnny. Please,” she says, desperation in her voice.

I run two fingers from her clit all the way down to her pussy. She’s soaking and I want to feel her. I do another pass from her clit downwards, but this time I slip a finger inside her.

Her left arm shoots up and grabs at my neck, holding herself in place while I push my finger inside her. She’s tight and hot and it’s even better than I imagined.

I work my way deeper, then press my thumb to her clit and circle, starting off slowly to determine what she likes, to see how she responds to me .

“How does it feel?” I say, right into her ear. “Is that good for you, baby?”

She moans into me and I settle my mouth down on hers, kissing her deeply.

“Don’t stop,” she says, her breath mixing with mine.

Then, eyes on eyes as she looks at me, almost silently pleading. There’s a change in her body. She tenses under me and pushes her head further into my neck. And then she exhales, giving me a warning.

“Oh my God. Johnny I’m—”

“Come for me,” I say, and she tumbles over the edge, shaking and writhing and moaning right into my neck. Her nipples are hard, and her pussy slick with wetness, but I can’t let go, not yet.

“Fuck,” she says, pushing my hand away.

I finally move away, sliding my finger out and bringing it to my lips, tasting her. Honestly, it can’t get better than this.

“That was embarrassing,” she says into my neck, trying to suppress a laugh. “I’ll put it down to it being a while since I got myself off.”

“Oh really. When was it?”

She slaps my arm playfully.

“Come on, I want to know. I jerked off to you earlier,” I say, right into her ear.

“Oh my God. You did not!”

“I did. All I needed was my memory of you in that green dress.”

She hides her face as I prompt her again.

“Okay, fine. On the weekend, but I’m usually a once-a-day girl.”

I groan, picturing Kelly on her bed, legs spread while she works herself to climax. “God, you’re killing me.”

She shifts and turns to face me, reaching for the covers as she does, and I lean down to kiss her. Completely melted into the moment .

“Thanks, Johnny. I mean, for the flowers, for apologising, for... that.”

But now I’m fucking terrified of what comes next. And I don’t mean with us. I mean, with me.