Page 25 of He Has MVP (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
Chapter 9
Pink
Iought to be afraid of his giant hard cock that springs free, pulsing and aimed at me. I ought to be more afraid of the overgrown man-child attached to it. Except he’s better than that, more than that. He’s a full-grown man who would chase a dog for me, who would brew me coffee in the driving rain, and who would let me leave him stuck with three puppies alone—
But that’s where my dream man falls apart, where the real Aiden makes it clear I shouldn’t be romanticizing him. He wasn’t left alone. He had Jillian waiting in the wings. Even if she was the one to call him, even if I believe him that he wants nothing to do with her, it’s the idea that there are dozens of Jillians out there relentlessly tempting him, and that he could be taken with one of them at any minute because he’s all man. That’s what I’m afraid of.
Staring at the evidence of his manhood, stiff and proud, desire crowds the hesitation from my mind. The too long denied need takes over thoroughly and completely with a surge of heat.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say.
The shock of my words shows on his face, shows even more in the wild twitch of his cock. I stand still. I’ve made the first move and I hold my breath, waiting. My heart pumps like I’m running for my life, like the world might end. My wait is short.
He gives me a delicious, devilish smirk and, in his naked splendor, he closes the distance between us until his hard, hot body touches mine. The shock of his skin against mine makes me shudder, makes my breath come in a heaving rush. I’m so far past questions and hesitations that I reach down between us and grip his silky hard cock in my hand. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he groans like a wild animal.
“Pink . . .”
A sizzle of excitement runs through me. With my mind turned off, I run solely on instinct as I touch my lips to his taut, muscled chest and I lick.
“Jesus.” Aiden’s rough quiet voice sets off a flashfire between my thighs. He wraps his chiseled arms around me, pressing his cock between us. He strokes his hands down my back then cups my ass, thrusting against me until I move my hand so that I can feel his massive hard-on against my pussy.
“Bed. We need—” I say until he bites into the flesh of my lower lip in a gentle reprimand in favor of silence.
Then he lifts me and I find myself back down on the bed, his hot sensual mouth on mine, ravishing and making me senseless with pleasure like he’s transformed me into a sex-crazed animal. My hands rake the rippling meat of his back, pressing him to me. I want to feel the full pressure of his body over mine, but he holds himself above me.
Releasing my ravaged mouth, he raises himself up, kneeling over me, his hard pulsing manhood dangling above me. I reach up and grip it in my hand and, raising my head up, I take the sticky salty delicious tip into my mouth, running my tongue over the smooth head.
His groan of pleasure makes me arch up and I can’t resist bringing one hand down to dip into the folds to find my throbbing wet clit, round and smooth and swollen. I shut my eyes as everything in me clenches to mindless pleasure and I suck hard on the pulsing cock in my mouth.
Aiden’s breath comes on a ragged deep growl so that I barely recognize my name. “Allie . . .” The strain of need in his voice sends me over the top and I let him go, his cock popping from my mouth.
“I need you.” He says.
His eyes are dark, glassy pools, intense mirrors of my desperation to have him, to possess him, to join with him. There’s no thought, no judgment, no indecision, no decision, only raw craving so desperate and strong as if the world might end, as if my existence requires him inside me. The answer on his face sends a torrent of heat and deep satisfaction shuddering through me as he lowers himself, skimming his hot mouth across my skin, laving each nipple with a tease of his tongue. I grip his hair and arch into him, but he pulls from me, unrelenting and strong, as he lowers his head down my body, knowing what I need.
“Aiden, please,” I beg, clutching his hair, pushing his head as his wet mouth closes in on my pussy. Then he licks in one long stroke, penetrating his tongue deep into my folds, sweeping over my throbbing swollen clit and I cry out. As I buck into him, he takes my hips into his shaking hands and holds me until I vibrate. He sucks my clit into his mouth whole and swirls his tongue around it, then flicks it hard and fast.
I scream in mindless bliss as a throng of pinpricks coalesce into one intense vortex of hot convulsing pain-pleasure until everything goes black for an impossible instant.
Then the universe explodes into a million stars behind my eyelids, my body quivering, clenched tight, sweat and tears streaming down my temples and running together.
Aiden raises his head and his warmth and energy leave my pussy. My eyes fly open to see him, his face, those eyes, hovering above me. I reach out and pull his head down until his lips, glistening with my cum, cover my mouth and I drink him in, drinkusin, that pleasure filling me. He half moans, half groans into my mouth and shame floods me at my sheer selfishness.
My hand shoots down to take his throbbing cock with its creamy tip into my grip and I squeeze. Then, opening my legs, I pull his tip to my opening, blindly needing him there, knowing his need, feeling it in the jump of his cock in my hand as I urge him inside me.
Aiden pushes himself up off me, his voice tight. “Babe. Condom.” He pulls himself upright with a pained groan as if he’s being torn in two. And he leaves me. As I watch him reach for his pants, horror floods me. Shame sobers me and I sit up.
“Fuck. I-I don’t know—”
“Shh. Babe, it’s okay. I got it.” He returns to me, hands shaky as he kneels on the bed over me, in between my legs. I watch him slide the condom over his impressive straining cock as it protests, making the job difficult, making the anything-but-clumsy Aiden Liam Cavanaugh look clumsy and uncoordinated, as if this were his first time.
But it’sourfirst time and I welcome him into my arms as he lowers himself to blanket me with his magnificent body, his cock lying heavy between my legs. I arch into him, my pussy demanding to be filled, impatient and salivating.
He reaches down between us, taking his cock, moving it to tease my swollen folds.
“You ready?” he whispers in that lust-drunk rasp of a voice that sends another shiver of anticipation through me. My heart taps at my chest wall like a frantic dancer stuck in an endless loop, waiting for the end of the song to explode into a shattering crescendo.
I clutch his sinewy ass, desperate to force him inside me, and he smiles like a rakish pirate debauching a willing maiden. Removing his hand from his cock, he runs a finger through the wet folds of my pussy. He brings it up to his mouth and as he licks the glistening juices from it, he thrusts in one long smooth slow glide inside me.
