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But I don’t think I like it. I’m totally exposed with his faceright there. As if he can feel my hesitation, he rubs his hands up and down my thighs, over my butt cheeks, spreading and plumping. “Don’t worry. I love everything about this. I’m gonna put my mouth on your pussy while yours is on my cock, and allI’m going to be thinking about is how good it feels. How much I love to lick you.”
Still, I don’t move.
So he hits me with his puppy-dog eyes. “Please, Jojo.”
I can’t ever say no to him, and with how his hips are arching up, as if he can’t control himself, it makes me feel powerful. He really does want this. Loves it.
So I find my balance with one hand while I fist his length with the other and lower my mouth. When I swirl my tongue around the tip, he groans, hips bucking again, his breath hot on my thighs, fingers digging into my backside. Taking my cues from him, I swallow him deeper, sucking hard, and he moans at the same time his mouth lands on my clit.
Then it’s me moaning. Hips rocking instinctively. Uncontrollably.
Before long, I’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to be doing, lost in the feel of his circling tongue and his scruffy beard scratching my thighs. My orgasm sneaks up on me, only to burst with a sharp cry from my mouth and gentle humming from his.
I flutter my eyes open and hitch my leg over, moving off him, my equilibrium a little worse for wear. He holds me steady with a hand at my waist as he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. I glance to his still-raging hard cock. “I’m sorry, I?—”
He cuts me off with a chuckle, leading me down to lie on the bed. “You’re sorry for doing exactly what I wanted you to do?” He shakes his head in faux irritation before reaching for a condom. “If that’s the case, you’re gonna be doing a lot of apologizing today.”
I bite into my bottom lip, trying to hide my growing smile. “Yeah?”
“You owe me a lot of orgasms.”
“Me?”
He nods seriously. “I’ve been gone for five days. Two for every day I was gone.” Then he toggles his head, changing his mind. “Three.”
“I am not going to orgasm fifteen times.”
“Babe.” He tsks like I’m a naughty child. “We have all day, and I have an excellent wrist shot.”
I burst out in a big laugh. One that makes him wrench back, offended. Even as his eyes gleam.
Red meat to a professional hockey player with twenty-four hours until he has to be on the ice for morning skate. I suddenly have the impulse to cover up, but he clutches both of my wrists above my head as he holds himself over me. “Game on.”
CHAPTER 23
NICO
“So this is it, huh?”
“Yep.” Jo closes the door behind us, and I turn in a circle, taking in the darkroom.
“It’s smaller than I imagined.”
She sets her bags down in the corner then flips a switch that powers on a fan in the ceiling, and I gesture to where the sound is coming from with a questioning eyebrow.
“To filter out the chemicals.”
“This where you kill me now?” I tease, removing my coat, and she tosses me a look that says if she wanted to kill me, she would’ve done it by now.
I bend to kiss her neck, and she elbows me out of the way. “Don’t touch anything. You don’t want to get any of this on your skin.”
I hold up my hands in innocence, but as soon as she hits the lights, plunging the room into darkness, save for a dim red glow, I curl my hands around her waist. She whines my name, using her butt to nudge me back. As if that would make me want to stop touching her.
Since we don’t have a game until tomorrow, I’d headed right to Jo’s place after practice this morning. Nearly all of my freehours have been spent with her, mostly relaxing at either of our apartments, but we had Thanksgiving with Alma and even caught a movie the other night. It was some indie film that was almost three hours long. I could barely keep my eyes open, but Jo loved it, so I did too.
Not that I ever thought it was going to be difficult being in this fake relationship with her, but nothing about it feels fake anymore. It hasn’t for a long time.
Ever since my parents split, I’d always been looking for attention, in a lot of terrible ways and bad places. But after moving to Canada and finding a home with the Sheffields, I knew I wanted that for myself. I wanted more of that pure kind of love and support, but I got lost in my pursuit, confusing sex for real emotion. I’ve been mindlessly searching all these years for someone in my corner, someone who doesn’t care about who I am or what’s in my bank account or even what my face looks like.
