Page 36 of Trick Shot (Miami Blazers #1)

“Lie down.” I push him down.

His body hits the mattress with a thud, muscles shifting, biceps flexing as he leans back against the headboard.

I crawl up onto the bed after him, straddling his waist. His cock is already thick and hard under his shorts.

He’s smiling up at me like he knows exactly what I’m doing. That’s good, because I’m not entirely sure I do.

Still, I reach behind me, grabbing the lacy black panties I just folded to loop them around his wrists.

“Arms up.”

He holds my gaze, not moving.

I raise a brow.

“I said,” I repeat softly, “arms up.”

“So bossy.” He obeys, his eyes dancing with heat and amusement.

Those massive, tattooed arms rise above his head. I tie him to the headboard, tight and secure. The lace is stretched to its limit over his wrists.

He lies there beneath me, restrained and watching.

“Look at that,” I whisper, dragging my nails down the center of his chest, tracing the tattoos. “The big bad hockey player… all tied up for me.”

His hips jerk beneath me. The tension in his arms ripples down his torso, his cock straining beneath the fabric.

“What are you going to do?” he asks, breathless.

I grind down once, letting him feel the heat between my legs.

I lean in close, mouth hovering above his.

“I haven’t decided yet,” I whisper. “But I do like you like this.”

I sit back slowly, letting my fingertips drag over his abs as I slide down his body. My hips roll once more against the thick outline of his cock.

He groans, closing his eyes. High on the effect I have on him, I move without hesitation, sliding down his body.

I pull his shorts down, exposing more of his abdomen, black fabric dragging over tensed muscle and inked skin. I tug them lower until his cock springs free, almost hitting me in the face.

Oh my god.

It pulses once, a thick vein runs along the underside, splitting into smaller ones. His head is pink, thick, and glistening with precum.

My mouth waters. I’ve never done this before, but God, do I want to.

I lift my hand and hesitantly wrap it around him, my fingers barely closing over the thickness. I’m not sure I can even open my mouth this wide.

I stroke him once, slow, watching how his stomach tightens under my palm.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“Do you know how good you look like this?” I whisper, voice trembling with nerves and raw hunger. “Tied up and helpless.”

“Jesus Christ,” he grits, jaw tight, biceps bulging against the lace restraining his wrists. “Don’t—don’t fucking tease.”

“Now I get to taste you while you can’t do a thing about it,” I murmur, and slowly drag my tongue along the length of him. I reach the tip and run my tongue across it, savoring the feel of him on my tongue, licking up his precum. It tastes like sin—slick, salty, and divine.

“Untie me,” he pants, eyes closed. He twitches in my grip, and I feel something spark deep inside me. Power, lust, and curiosity. I want to see how far I can push him. I want to watch this man, three times my size, fall apart because of me.

I pull back, hand still stroking him slow, fingertips sliding through the slick at the tip and dragging it down his shaft.

His hands curl into fists above his head, every muscle locked tight.

“Will you behave for me if I untie you?” I ask sweetly.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growls.

Heat spreads down to my clit at his tone.

“Then I’ll just have to undress myself,” I murmur, leaning back so he can see every inch of me.

His eyes flare, locked on mine. “Melody…” It’s half warning, half worship.

I hook my fingers into the hem of my tank top and peel it upward—slow, inch by inch—revealing my lacy pink bra. His gaze tracks the rise of the fabric, jaw tight, breathing harder with every second until I toss it aside.

“Fuck,” he growls, tugging at the lace binding his wrists. “You’re killing me.”

I smile sweetly, reaching behind to unclasp my bra. The straps slip off my shoulders, and I drop it onto the bed between us, leaving me bare and straddling his hips.

His abs flex, his cock jerks against my stomach, and the look in his eyes makes my skin feel hot all over.

“Keep going,” he says, voice low and rough, “before I break these and take over.”

I smirk, high on power and my own daring, then lift just enough to hook my thumbs into the top of my shorts. I drag them slowly down over my hips, peeling them away before tossing them to the floor—leaving me in nothing but my panties and the heat of his stare crawling over my skin.

I move back in, kissing his neck, my mouth trailing along his collarbone, tasting the salt of his skin and the faint edge of cologne clinging to him. I keep going, following the lines of his body until my breath is warm against his V-line.

“Melody…” His voice is a warning again—deeper this time, threaded with heat and threat.

I look up at him from under my lashes, stroking him once, slow, feeling him swell and twitch in my hand.

“Patience might not be your thing,” I tease, and I flick my tongue over his tip again, collecting another drop of his precum.

“Goddamn it.” His hips buck instinctively, cock driving up into the empty air in search of my mouth. “Untie me.”

I hum against his thigh, shaking my head.

“Say please.”

“Now!” he barks.

He could break the knot like paper if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. And that sends another jolt of pleasure between my legs. I want to push him to that breaking point. I want to see him snap.

“I think I’ll keep you like this,” I whisper, dragging my nails across his lower stomach, circling his belly button, watching him tense beneath me. “Tied up and angry.”

“You keep this up and I swear…” he growls.

“You’ll what?” I purr. “You’ll beg?” I add, with another swirl of my tongue and a kiss to the tip. I add a long, firm stroke of my palm from base to head while I hold his eyes.

He breathes like a man trying not to explode. He’s trying so hard not to snap the restraint.

And God, I love that.

I part my lips and suck the head of his cock, almost filling my entire mouth.

“Fucking god,” he growls, voice strained, eyes shut.

I lick again, a little more confident. But the truth is that I have no idea what I’m doing. My grip is clumsy, my strokes uneven. One second I’m too gentle, the next too rough. I try to take him deeper, and my teeth graze him just barely, not on purpose.

“Shit,” he hisses.

“Sorry,” I whisper quickly, eyes wide, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

But his head falls back and he laughs, ragged and hoarse.

“Fuck, baby,” he chuckles, eyes flicking back down to me, voice full of twisted affection. “You’re so fucking cute when you try to be bad.”

“Don’t laugh at me or I won’t let you come.” I scowl, wrapping my hand around his cock again and stroking him with a little more pressure—still unsure, still shaky, but loving the way his abs tighten and his chest starts to heave.

He grits his teeth, face turning toward the headboard.

“You have two seconds to untie me and I’ll be gentle,” he warns, eyes flicking back down to me.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” I tease, kissing the tip of his cock before dragging my tongue down the underside.

His arms flex again, straining against my panties, and then—

The sound of tearing as the lace rips. And the second it does, he’s on me.

One flex, and suddenly my back slams into the mattress, wrists pinned above my head.

“Game’s fucking over,” he snarls.

His face hovers over mine, breathing hard. His cock presses against my pussy as he grinds into me, every inch of him thick, heavy, and furious.

His hand clamps tighter around my wrists.

“I hope that wasn’t your favorite pair,” he says, eyes locked on mine.

Then he pulls himself up, sitting back on his heels, cock hard between us. His chest rises and falls over me.

“You gonna finish what you started,” his voice rough. “and suck my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes,” I say, nodding helplessly at his words.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, pulling his shorts down a little more, his cock thick and heavy in his grip.

My lips part, the anticipation building as I lean in and line myself up with his head. I’ve had so many fantasies involving him. I’ve spent countless nights telling him about them. If there’s one person who knows what I want—what I crave—it’s him. And he’s using that to his full advantage.

He slides the head of his cock over my tongue, letting it drag across my lips. His other hand settles in my hair, firm but careful.

“Slowly. Hand at the base. Good. Now lick—swirl your tongue around the head. Yeah, just like that.”

I follow his voice like it’s gospel, swirling my tongue and taking him a little deeper. My jaw aches already, but the sounds he makes push me further.

“Fuck, Melody,” he groans, head falling back for a second, hand tightening in my hair. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I hum, unsure if I’m doing it right, but when I wrap my lips tighter and suck a little harder, his hips flex forward slightly.

“You like having my cock in your mouth, don’t you baby?”

I nod, gagging when he slides deeper, my eyes watering, spit pooling at the corners of my lips.

I pull back slightly and he lets me, keeping a fist in my hair.

“I don’t want to do this wrong,” I whisper, breathless.

“You’re not.” he pants. “You’re perfect.”

I smile at the praise, biting my lip before opening my mouth again. He nods, then pushes his cock back onto my tongue and thrusts forward. It’s shallow, but his hips guide the rhythm, rocking gently as his hand controls the depth.

“Use your tongue,” he orders. “Flatten it under me. That’s it.”

I moan softly, the vibration making him twitch.

“I could come in that pretty mouth right now,” he growls. “Would you swallow it all for me?”

I hum in response, feeling him pump in and out of my mouth.

His grip tightens in my hair as he pushes a little deeper.

“That’s it,” he grunts, voice strained, lips curling.

My eyes are watering, but I keep going.

His head falls back, neck straining, jaw tight as he fights the edge.

His cock fills my mouth, thick and heavy. I can feel every pulse, every salty bead leaking from the tip. My hand works the base, stroking what I can’t fit.

He groans, low and ragged, hips rocking forward. I swirl my tongue around the head and he jerks in my mouth.

“I’m going to push in more,” he pants. “Relax your throat.”

I try.

I really try.

But the second he thrusts deeper, I gag. My eyes water as I choke around him, lips stretching wide.

He groans, pulling back just enough for me to breathe.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, tilting my head back and stroking himself with his other hand. “Now I’m going to fuck your throat just like I fuck your little pussy.”

Heat rushes between my legs. He guides my head back down, and I part my lips eagerly.

He starts thrusting, his pace controlled but relentless, fucking my mouth with the same deep, claiming rhythm he uses when he’s buried inside me.

Every push forces me to take more, his grip in my hair holding me exactly where he wants me, making me feel every thick inch until my throat tightens around him. ”

I moan, still sucking. I look up at him and dig my nails into his thighs.

He twitches hard.

“Here it comes,” he grits, his cock swelling even more in my mouth.

I moan again, nodding.

And then he snaps—thrusts fast and shallow, abs flexing.

He explodes.

“Fuck,” he growls through gritted teeth.

His cock jerks hard in my mouth, hot streams spilling in. I swallow fast, desperate to take it all, but it’s too much.

He keeps coming and I’m choking, gagging, tears streaking down my face as he uses my mouth.

I swallow the last of him and pull back, panting. His hand cradles the back of my head as he tries to gain his breath.

Then he looks down at me, wipes a tear from my cheek, thumb dragging through the spit on my mouth and smearing it across my bottom lip.

“Such a good girl,” he groans. “You did so fucking good, baby.”

Then he leans in to me, lips brushing my ear.

“Now pack your bags,” he whispers, voice low and dangerous. “Your brother’s waiting for you.”