Page 14 of He Has Trouble (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
I nodded. I couldn’t think past now, past this minute. If I let my mind get to the edges of the present, things started going black and pain intruded. “Living in the moment, Angel. That’s all I got right now.”
Her dark eyes shone with understanding and she came to me, reaching out. I took her into my arms and tumbled onto the bed with her. I lost myself in her kiss as our mouths got greedy. I should be hungry for food, but all I could think about eating right now was her, eating her out, licking her slick juicy pussy until she writhed, screamed my name, made me forget the entire universe, yesterday and tomorrow.
She arched into me as I stroked my hand over her ribs, down to the curve of her waist and up again. Reaching my hand around to her back, I flicked the clasp of her bra open and dragged it from her shoulders. Lifting my mouth from hers, I balanced over her so I could look my fill at her gorgeous breasts, their deep rose nipples swelled and begging me for attention.
She slid her bra all the way from her arms and tossed it aside, her eyes glassy with that passion I remembered, as her hands roamed over my shoulders and arms, and came around to my chest. She pinched my nipple and said, “Don’t just stare, Brady. I want to feel you suck on my nipples, I want you— “
I didn’t give her a chance to finish her sentence, her words driving me wild, making my blood race hot and straight to my cock, hard and twitching between her belly and mine, as I lowered my mouth and sucked her nipple inside and caught it between my teeth. She cried out, spread her hands through my hair, holding me to her as if I would stop.
Not any time soon. Stroking her nipple with my tongue, I flicked it, feeling the thrill each time she moaned and said my name. Scraped the hard bud with my teeth as she arched.
“Oh, Brady, you make me so… “ she moaned the rest and my cock grew. Nothing turned me on more than making Angela Rizzo wild and ready. I slipped a hand down her belly, by-passing my hard-on and slid my fingers between her thighs. She opened for me, scraping her fingers across the flesh of my back, making me shiver as I dipped a finger inside her folds.
And there it was. Hot, wet heaven, soaking with her desire. I was dizzy, high on knowing I could make her drenched and writhing with need.
“Oh my god. I swear you could make me come with your mouth on my nipple.”
I bit down, gentle, but sure and she cried out, pushing her hips into my fingers, but I took them away, moved my hand to her hip, though there was truly no safe spot, no spot on her that wasn’t an erogenous zone when she was wound up. Her hips strained against me as I flicked and circled my tongue, increasing the intensity of my attention and bringing my hand to her other breast to flick the nipple with my fingers at the same time.
She cried out then, clenching her thighs, arching and bucking her hips.
“Oh god, Brady…. You… what you do… oh god.”
Licking her aureole one last time, I lifted my mouth to find her lips, to ravage her mouth to feel her breath, to swallow her air, her essence, to join us, to feel joined. Connected in almost every way. Whispering into her mouth as I sucked on her lips, pressed mine against hers, darted my tongue to taste her, my cock hardened impossibly.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum, Angel. I knew you could do it, knew I could get you steamy hot enough to orgasm with just nipple play. You are the most beautiful sensual and sexy woman in the world. Did you know that?”
“Oh my god. I don’t believe you did that.”
“It was all you, baby.”
She reached down then and put her fist around my cock. “I’m just getting warmed up…”
I lifted up and looked at her, still and holding my breath. “If you don’t watch out you’re going to get me off sooner than we want.”
“I’m not worried,” she said as she moved her fingers to the highly sensitive tip of my cock and swiped some pre-cum from my over-excited rod of steel. It felt like steel and my breathing turned erratic with her touch. I spoke through my teeth.
“How about if I get a condom— “
“How about if I take you in my mouth,” she said as she stroked me. And I wasn’t in the mood for a debate, so I took her in my arms and flipped us so that she was on top of me, her hair tumbling to curtain our faces. Straddling me, she nestled her soaked pussy against my balls, lifting them with her hands, gently feeling and weighing.
“I always said you had the biggest balls— “
I put a finger over her lips, stopping any further commentary, my cock leaking more pre-cum and getting impatient. Maybe I was too. Impatient to see her mouth open and go down on me, to feel her take me in deep and suck. With a wide glassy-eyed smile, hot and warm and loving, she lowered her head as I watched, kissed my tip, licked up the moisture there, making my body hum, making my spine vibrate with anticipation.
When she finished licking, she gripped my shaft with two hands and took me into her mouth, sucking as she went, lathing her tongue, lowering herself, taking me deep. A profound shudder went through me, made of desire and satisfaction and need and coming home and belonging. And a deep lasting connection, one I thought I’d lost. I watched her move up dragging her tongue and her teeth lightly, making me groan, making me glad we were alone in the house because I was so loud and I didn’t want to hold back.
Feeling the smile in her, she came up to the tip, flicked her tongue through the slit, making my heart skip a beat, then sucked me in again, long and hard this time, pumping with her hands at the same time, she was up and down with her mouth.
I moaned and bunched my hands in her hair, called her name, torn with wanting her to never stop and wanting to drag her up so I could plunge my straining cock deep inside her center. But she was in control and she knew how to make me forget my name, forget everything but her and her sexy mouth, her sexy hands and oooh, there was no way my cock would last another second.
“Angela, angel… you’re magnificent… I… I’m going to cum…” I felt it, the rise, the tightening in every muscle, the stoppage of my heart just before the explosion, the endless release, in wave after wave of euphoric world-stopping nerve-splitting spasms of bliss.
Every cell in my body came for her, rejoiced in her as I shuddered again and again. I pulled her up to rest on my chest, so I could hold her against my wild heartbeat, to feel it thud against hers. Another connection I needed, that we had. I whispered in her ear, how perfect she was, how sexy and giving and how much I adored her. The words were on the tip of my lips, those words that I never said before to anyone. No one except my mother when I’d been a boy.That I loved her.
The words were there rising on a feeling, wanting to be spoken. The deepest part of me wanted to tell her that I loved her, that I would always love her, but I stopped. Shut it down, buried it all under the mountain of unpacked baggage, deep down where I’d always kept those dangerous emotions. Concentrating on my breathing, my senses, the physical world, I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her lips, took her breath in as she took in mine.
“Do you know how much I adore you, Brady?” she whispered into my mouth, holding my face in her hands.
“I’m getting a good idea.” She smiled, but I knew it was the wrong answer. Knew she needed me to share my feelings, but I couldn’t. I had other ways besides words to show her how her, worshipping her body I could do and she would know. I wasn’t closed to finished with her yet, with worshipping every single cell of her.
“I have another idea,” I said as I flipped her back over on her back. She laughed and held onto me.
“What might that be?” she asked, her eyes glittering with anticipation.
Instead of answering her, I lowered myself between her legs, lifted her ass and flipped her knees over my shoulder in a rush of movement, my heart happy to hear her laugh until she moaned as I put my mouth over her pussy and licked her from top to bottom and up again, feeling every fold and nuance, tasting the wet heat of her, touching lightly on the hard swollen nub of her clit. She shrieked, grabbed a handful of my hair and bucked into me.
I laughed, sheer delight filling me at my ability to make her passion come to life, at how she held nothing back, felt free and open to give and take pleasure. Talking into her pussy, I said, “Give me everything you’ve got, angel.” Then I gave her everything I had, swirling tongue, sucking, teasing and ultimately drinking in every drop of her pleasure, her glorious shattering and the rain of cum.
We made love all night long until dawn. We watched the sun rise as I held her and she held onto me. When I heard her soft even breathing, I closed my eyes and slept.
