She hums as if considering. “You want my mouth?” Her lips hover over the head of my dick, her breath warm against my skin, but she doesn’t do as I said.
“Yes.” I groan, tipping my head back as she strokes me up and down, teasing me. “Fuck, yes.”
“Say please.”
“Please suck my cock, Ser.” There’s zero hesitation in my response. Right now, I would do anything to have those plump, kiss-bruised lips wrapped around my shaft.
“That’s better.” Her pink tongue darts out and swirls around the tip, leisurely licking me like an ice cream cone. Every pass is sweet torture. I gently gather her hair out of the way, urging her on. Finally, her lips wrap around the head, taking me fully into her warm, wet mouth. A moan escapes my throat, and I clamp down on the urge to thrust forward. With my piercings, I need to take it easy for her sake.
“Suck it,” I tell her. “Take it all the way. Good girl.”
She looks up at me through watery eyes, tempting every last shred of my self-restraint. The sight of Seraphina on her knees with her mouth full of my dick is enough to make me lose it on the spot. I don’t know what it is about her, but it’s like getting a blowjob for the first time.
When she takes me even deeper, I hit the back of her throat. A familiar tingling forms at the base of my spine.
“Tink.” I tighten my grip at her roots as a warning. “I’d love to come in your mouth another time, but tonight I need your pussy.”
Instead of stopping, she slowly, torturously slides her lips all the way to the head and lingers there, working with her tongue. Oh, fuck. I won’t last much longer if she keeps doing that.
She releases me with a smirk, and I haul her to stand.
Fighting a grin, I kiss her. “Brat.”
“Oh yeah?” Seraphina slips out of her dress and lets it drop to the floor, leaving herself totally naked before me. Every single thought vacates my brain as I take it all in. Full, perky breasts; luscious hips; smooth, creamy skin.
That’s it. I’m done. I can’t wait anymore.
I shove her down onto the bed, and my lips cover hers as we frantically tug off all my clothing. It’s a scramble of lips and hands, kissing and groaning. The effect she has on me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s better than any drug ever could be.
Once there’s nothing left between us, she arches her back, rubbing her wet pussy along the length of my dick. With every roll of her hips, the additional lubrication brings me a little closer to slipping inside. It takes superhuman self-control not to let my hips snap forward.
She moves beneath me again, and the tip of my cock nudges her soaking entrance.
“Easy,” I rasp, fighting to hold myself still above her. My skin is fevered, muscles tense, body begging me to move.
Seraphina kisses the edge of my jaw. “Fuck me.”
The urge to do exactly as she says is nearly impossible to resist. It would be all too easy to erase the distance between us with a single thrust, giving in to what we both desperately want. And believe me, I want it a lot.
Before I do something reckless, I sit back on my knees. “Condom, Tink.”
She directs me to her nightstand, and I’m back between her legs in record time. When I sink into her, she lets out the prettiest gasp I’ve ever heard, tightening around me. My hips jerk forward, my body claiming hers completely.
Her mouth felt amazing, but her pussy? It’s fucking heaven.
“Fuck, Ser.” I thrust again, reveling in the way her tits bounce. “You’re going to make me come so hard.”
She claws at my arms as my hips rock against her, nudging the spot that makes her eyes roll back in her head. Going into tonight, I had told myself I’d take my time fucking her. Now that I’m finally inside her hot, wet cunt, I’m wild with lust.
Channeling my self-control, I force myself to hold back, watching her every reaction. The changes in her breathing pattern; her little sighs and sounds; the way her eyes squeeze shut when it hits just right. I lose myself in her completely, fucking her exactly the way she begs me to.
Seraphina squirms beneath me, her skin taking on a rosy flush, and I know she’s almost there. I tilt my hips, changing the angle slightly. Her mouth falls open as her back arches off the bed.
“Oh, god.” She whimpers, tightening her legs around my waist. “I’m coming. Come with me. Please. I need you to.”
The moment she says that, it’s game fucking over.
My mouth crashes down on hers, and my hands fly to her waist, pinning her to the mattress. When I slam into her again, she falls apart with a cry. My abs tense, my body stiffens, and I fall right behind her, my cock throbbing with long-awaited release. It feels so good, I’m pretty sure my brain might actually be melting.
Hanging my head, I try to catch my breath. My heart hammers against my ribcage, aftershocks wracking my body. I’m far more tired than I should be as an athlete, and I’m going to chalk that up to all the anticipation leading up to the main event.
When I glance back up, our eyes lock, and her mouth tugs into a smile. She looks partsated, part-smug—probably because by now, she knows exactly what she does to me.
“For the record,” I say, still breathing heavily, “don’t tell me to come unless you want it to happen immediately.”
She giggles. “I’m definitely going to abuse that knowledge.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” I pinch her ass, and she laughs even harder.
Later that night, Seraphina falls asleep first. I lay in bed with her naked body wrapped around mine, listening to her slow, even breaths in the quiet room.
That’s when it hits me: I haven’t thought about hockey all night.
My toxic trait is that I like to know everything—even when it doesn’t serve me. Keeping tabs on my own stats is only logical, but monitoring the competition is a great way to fuck up my mental health.
Case in point: Caleb Brown is up a spot in the standings, putting us squarely neck and neck. I’m still first, but the gap dividing us is rapidly shrinking.
Fuck.
I stare at the tiny numbers on my screen until they turn into a blur. The rational part of me knows it’s more than a little ridiculous to stress over first versus second place in the entire league. The rest of me doesn’t care—especially not when my longer-term career is potentially in jeopardy.
Seraphina walks up, studying my face with a frown. “You okay, Hades? You look like you want to kill someone.”
She’s not wrong. I have a bad mood brewing beneath the surface, but now that I’m looking at her, I’m trying hard to let it go. It’s already Saturday evening, and it feels like the weekend is slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I don’t want to waste a single second.
“Yeah, just looking at—”
“Hockey,” she finishes, gently prying the phone from my hands. “You promised we’d watch a movie.”
“That I did.” I even promised she could pick a girly one. It helps that she asked me in the middle of the dirtiest shower I’ve ever taken. Every time I see that detachable showerhead, I’m going to picture it between Seraphina’s legs.
She lowers onto the couch next to me and drapes her legs across my lap. Her pink-and-white pajama set she just changed into makes me want to do anything but sleep. The ribbed crop top hits above her navel, exposing a tempting sliver of bare skin, and the shorts barely cover her ass cheeks.