Page 183 of Only Ever You

“Yeah,” she breathes. “Only in your jersey.”

Fuck. All my blood rushes south, and I’m already hard.

She licks her bottom lip. “I thought you liked this look.”

“Like?” I hold out my hand to her, and she lets me pull her to her feet. “I love it.”

Slowly, I wander to the window, and she follows me, her small hand in mine. When I stop, I haul her back to my chest and band an arm around her shoulders.

“What do you feel when you look at the city?” she asks quietly.

“Power.”

“It’s probably a lot like the way you felt when you scored tonight. You radiate power and confidence. There’s no doubt the ice is where you belong.” She turns around and fists my shirt. “I love watching you play. I love watching you dominate the ice and make everybody else play by your rules. That bossy side of you turns me on so damn much.”

“Wanna know a secret?”

She nods, her eyes glimmering in the lights that shine over the cityscape.

“My one and only turn-on is you.” I lower my face to hers. “But you in my jersey? With my last name and number on your back? It might be my favorite sight in the world. It makes me so fucking hard. I’m barely holding myself back from coming in my pants.”

She wiggles her index finger in front of me. “Nuh-uh. We can’t have that. I want your dick inside me. Now.”

Heat spreads through my veins and settles in my lower abdomen. I’ll never get tired of hearing words like that from her.

Head bent, I capture her lips with mine, kissing her hard and fast. She moans, giving me access. Our tongues tangle, caressing each other with force, making it hard to breathe. I move toward her, forcing her back, pressing her to the window. With her lip caught between her teeth, she unbuttons my shirt, helping me out of it. The moment it lands on the floor, our lips are fused together again.

Isla sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth digging into my flesh and pulling a whimper from me. I grip her tighter, and she moves to my jaw and then to my throat, nibbling, sucking, licking. Driving me wild.

This hunger between us, this desire to consume each other, is impossible to sate. I swear, the more we fuck, the more addicted we become.

Two days ago, she told me to tie her up, and I ended up fucking her for hours, only stopping when she begged me to. Though once I untied her, she rode my dick so fucking hard, I lost all sense of time and place. I lost count of the orgasms we had after we hit seven.

She moves lower, kissing my chest, and when she takes my nipple into her mouth, an arc of electricity shoots through me. “Fuck…”

Lips curved into a smile, she kneels in front of me. With her focus on my face, she unbuckles my belt. Then, she pushes down my pants, along with my boxer briefs. When she closes her hand around my hard dick, that electricity is back, vibrating beneath my skin and at the base of my spine. It’s so disorienting, I have to press my hand to the glass for balance.

She moves her hand up and down my shaft, jerking me slowly while cupping my balls and massaging them.

“Please,” I whisper, my vision blurring. “Baby, I want your mouth.”

The smile that spreads across her lips is fucking sinful.

“When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” she murmurs, moving close enough that her lips brush my crown as she speaks. With a long breath in, she finally takes me into her warm mouth. She swirls her tongue around my head, and then she curves her lips around it and sucks…hard, all while working my shaft with one hand, edging me out of my mind.

She licks and sucks, all her movements aligned, each one adding an extra layer of ecstasy. Her teeth graze my sensitive skin, and I hiss, pleasure sparking brightly inside me. She squeezes my ass, encouraging me to move my hips, and because I’ll give her anything she wants, I fuck her mouth.

All the while, she continues twirling her tongue around my shaft, with little sucks and bites to my head.

“You feel so good,” I breathe out, my hand on top of her head.

As if she can read my mind, she takes my cock deeper, only stopping when she gags. Then, she does it again and again. Her slurping sounds mix with my moans as I barrel dangerously close to my release. This woman’s hands and mouth will be the death of me. But, more than that, the scenery, the moment, adds to the need coursing through me. She’s on her knees in front of the window, with Central Park right below us, along with the busy streets of New York.

“Fuck…” I groan, spilling myself inside her mouth.

She swallows everything, licking me clean before she stands and grasps the hem of my jersey like she’s going to take it off.

“Jersey stays.” I pull her into me and twirl her around. Pushing her hair aside, I kiss her neck, trailing my lips down her throat. She tilts her head, giving me better access.