I start to defend myself, but when his mouth covers mine, the words die on my lips. His hands grip my legs and his hard bulge presses into my sensitive core. He works my leggings down and tosses them to the floor.
I break the kiss, moaning as he rubs against me in a slow rhythm that has me not caring where we are. “Did you lock the door this time?”
I don’t open my eyes but hear the click of the lock.
“Nothing is stopping me from getting you off.” Long fingers slip under the satin material covering me and one digit slips inside of me while the pad of his thumb circles my clit. His fingers stop, but before I can protest, he pulls me to the edge of the vanity, removes my panties, and lowers between my legs.
The stone vanity is cold beneath my ass but the heat of his mouth starts a fire inside of me.
Someone knocks and instead of answering, Rhett kicks the door and growls. I fling a hand against the mirror behind me, the other I run through his messy hair while his mouth devours me. I let out a moan as the orgasm builds.
“You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect,” he rasps as I come. “So fucking perfect.”
15
Rhett
Sienna holds on to my arm as I stick my head out of the bathroom to make sure no one is in the hallway. Dragging her behind me, I shoot across to my room.
We collapse onto my bed. Her hair hangs down past her shoulders and her cheeks are pink from the orgasm I just delivered. I can still taste her on my tongue.
“That was fun,” she muses.
Fucking right it was.
She climbs on top of me and I think I see Jesus.
“There seems to be a problem.” She wiggles her perky ass, grinding her lower body against mine.
A strangled sound gets trapped in my throat. She slides off me and undoes my jeans. Her fingers move down under my boxers and brush against the head of my cock.
I’m going to last all of a nanosecond. She wets her lips like she might be considering using that luscious mouth on my cock. The thought alone is too much. I encourage her to use her hand by pumping up into her.
A pleased smile touches her lips, and she wraps her hand around the base of my dick. I lean over and capture her mouth while she jerks me.
Hand jobs… not something I usually fantasize about. No offense to the women of the world offering them up, but if I want a handie, I can do it myself. Obviously, I won’t turn one down. I’m not an idiot. But no one does it better than me. I’ve got years of on-the-job experience.
Or so I thought. Sienna’s got a tight hold on my cock and rubs against me all while letting me mouth fuck her, and holy shit, it’s a full-body handie and I relinquish my hard-earned participation trophy to her as fireworks go off behind my eyelids and I shoot all over my stomach.
I stare up at my ceiling, chest heaving. “I’m not usually that quick on the draw.”
“Mhmmm. That’s what they all say.”
I sit up and run a hand through my hair. “Give me five and I’ll prove it.”
She grins at me. Perfect pink lips that curve up split to show her teeth. “Oh no. You told me you needed to study, and it’s getting late.”
I groan. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
She bounds off my bed to get her backpack. Her ass mocks me in those tight leggings. I clean myself up and then join her. With all the traveling for hockey, school has been a struggle this semester. And it’s not going to get easier.
Seems pointless when I already have a job.
“Want me to quiz you or something?” she offers when I flip open my textbook.
“Maybe. What’s in it for me?”
“A good grade.”
“Eh.” I run my hand along the delicate line of her neck. “How about every question I get right, you remove an article of clothing?”
Her pulse thrums under my touch, and she nods. “Okay.”
Seems a lot less pointless now.
The next morning I wake up with an angel wrapped around me and the bells from Hell trying to pull me from sleep.
Sienna nudges me. “Your alarm is going off.”
I tighten my grip around her. “I know. Shh… five more minutes.”
Laughing, she tries to pull away, but I’ve got a death grip on her. Last night was amazing and I don’t want it to end. The basketball shorts I’m wearing are doing little to conceal that.
“How much time do we have?” She presses her tits into my chest. She really likes rubbing up on my chest and I am into it.
“Not enough, sadly.”
I can already hear the guys out in the living room waking and moving around. We have a light skate this morning and Sienna has practice. We both have to get going.
Reluctantly, I reach over to grab my phone and silence the alarm.
We’re in a post-awesome-night-together haze until the screen comes to life showing I’ve missed thirteen calls from Carrie. Thirteen?! What the fuck?
Sienna is silent, but she buries her head in my chest and I know she’s seen it.
“Everything okay?” she asks tentatively.
I toss the phone to the end of the bed. “Everything’s great.”
We get up and get dressed without another word. Fuck. I don’t know what to do about Carrie, but more importantly I really don’t want things between me and Sienna to end on an awkward note.
Once we’re ready to go, I pick her up, pin her against the wall, and kiss her until she’s breathless and giggling and there isn’t any weird tension between us.
“What was that for?”
“For luck. Are you coming to the game tonight?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
“Hang after we win?”
She nods.
“Cool.” I pick up my bag and then take hers, too. “Ready?”
“Don’t I need to wait until everyone leaves?”
“Nah, no reason to sneak out. It’s too late for them to do anything about it now.”
Heath was right. Sneaking around is fun, but watching my teammates glare at me with jealous eyes—that’s fucking awesome.
The crowd at our home arena is pumped. With this many people watching, it puts a little extra juice in every movement I make. So does spotting Sienna in the student section wearing blue and yellow with a little roadrunner painted on one side of her face.
I wink as I skate by. She smiles big and keeps clapping with the rest of the arena.
Adam makes his rounds during warmups getting us all in the right headspace. When he falls in beside me, I’m already there.
“Has this place ever been this loud?” I do another quick scan, taking in all the filled seats. I can’t believe we made it here. The championship game. So close to the Frozen Four I can taste it.
“Definitely not.”
We each take a shot on goal and skate back toward the bench.
“You good?” he asks.
I knew that was coming. He’s asked me so many times in the past month it’s laughable. This time before I can answer he adds, “You look good.”
“I’m fucking fantastic.” I glance once more at Sienna before I step off the ice. “Let’s do this.”
The adrenaline of playing in front of our hometown crowd gets us an early lead, but even up by two, the threat of being knocked out keeps us working hard to prevent Southern U from scoring.