Page 103 of The Offside Rule
He lifted his head, eyes blazing. “Don’t get cute right now. I’m trying to be a good man.”
I stroked him again, slower this time, watching the muscle jump in his jaw.
I shifted onto my knees and lowered my mouth to his cock. I licked the tip. “And now?” I asked. “You’re so controlled everywhere else,” I whispered against his cock. “At the rink with the team.”
His eyes flashed.
I used my hand to pump the part of his cock I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His breath punched out of him.
“But not here,” I continued.
His hand tightened at my waist.
“Catherine.”
I kissed and licked his length. “Not with me.”
He groaned, and the sound was so wrecked I felt powerful in a way I had never felt with Julian. Not because Hunter was giving me power. Because he was letting me see what I did to him. Because this man, this big, controlled, impossible man, wanted me so badly he could barely hold himself together. And he was still holding back because he cared. That made me want to ruin him more. I picked up pace, sucking while thrusting my hand over his girth. His eyes moved over me.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said.
My cheeks heated. My hair fell around his cock like a curtain. His hands gripped my hair until he gathered it into a ponytail.
“I want to see you… fuck… watching you take my cock like this is ruining me.” His abs tightened. His breathing turned uneven. Every stroke pulled another rough sound from him, and every sound made me bolder.
“Tell me,” I whispered.
His eyes opened, heavy and dark. “Tell you what?”
“What you like,” I said.
His throat worked.
“Hold my head and make the pace yours. Fuck my mouth,” I encouraged.
He did as I said and then rasped, “Just like that.”
I followed his rhythm, and his body went tighter beneath me. His hips lifted into my mouth. His fingers dug into my scalp.
“Fuck, Catherine.”
I loved the way he said my name too much. He was close. I could feel it in the way his body shook, in the way his jerks turned messy, in the way his hands left my head and gripped the sheets like he needed something to hold on to.
“Don’t stop,” he said.
I didn’t. I watched him fight it for one more second, jaw locked, eyes on me like he wanted me to see every part of whatI was doing to him. Then he broke. His body went rigid beneath me, my name leaving his mouth in a rough, helpless sound as he came down my throat. I kept sucking him through it, slower now, softer, until his hand wrapped around my wrist and he dragged in a breath like he’d just survived something. For a moment, neither of us moved. The room was quiet except for our breathing. Then Hunter opened his eyes and looked at me with an expression so raw my chest ached.
I swallowed. “Was that okay?”
He stared at me. Then he laughed, breathless and disbelieving, before pulling me down against his chest.
“Okay?” His arms wrapped around me. “Catherine, I think you just ruined me.”
A stupid, pleased smile spread across my face. “Good.”
His hand slid into my hair, and he kissed the top of my head.
I laughed against his chest, but the sound softened when his hand moved slowly over my back. We still hadn’t had sex. We were learning each other piece by piece. Hunter wasn’t just taking what I offered. He was letting me have pieces of him too.
