Without Reagan here for buffer, it’s impossible to resist the tension that’s been building between me and Easton throughout breakfast with his sneaky touches. He keeps brushing against me while we wash up.
I thought he was going to tear my clothes off the minute Reagan left for class, but after being all seductive saying we’re alone, he turned on the sink. My neck still tingles from those torturous stolen kisses, and I want more.
He glances at me. “Are you going to tell Reagan?”
“I will. We tell each other everything. Sorry, I didn’t mean to put you in a weird spot.”
“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re going to talk to her. Want me to go with you to campus security?”
“I’ll stop by after class. And yes, before you insist again, I’m going to get the locks changed.”
“And?” he prompts.
“And stop hiding my spare outside.”
“Good girl.”
“It’s morning,” I point out again.
Easton accepts the plate I hand him to dry. His eyes hood, moving over me in a slow perusal that makes me rub my thighs together.
I tilt my head to the side, peering up through my lashes. “Reagan won’t be back for a while. I don’t have to go to my morning class because I already submitted my paper early before break. So…”
His tongue swipes across his lower lip, then he sets aside the last plate on the drying rack. I angle my body to face his, more than ready for him to take care of the unbearable ache between my legs.
He doesn’t swoop in to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. Or crush my body to his. Or toss me over his shoulder to take me to bed, like all of the spicy romance books I borrow from Reagan promise.
Rather than any of that, he rests his hips against the island, widening his stance so there’s not as much of a height difference between us.
Holding my gaze, his hand pushes beneath his shirt to do that irresistibly sexy thing guys do when they scratch their torso with long, slow strokes. It gives me a tantalizing flash of his abs. Desire burns through my veins and my throat goes dry.
God, he’s so hot.
And I want him.
I resisted that truth for far too long, but I’m not denying it any longer.
“Are you going to make me spell it out?” I step into him, sliding my palms up his firm chest.
He gives me a slow grin. “Spell what out?”
My mouth pops open. I know what he’s doing. He’s holding out on me so I’ll be the one to make the first move after he got me all hot and bothered.
Part of me wants to turn it back around on him to see who breaks first, but I don’t want to play around anymore. I want this too much.
Rising on tiptoe, I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him down for the kiss I’m craving. My breath hitches as my nipples graze the hard planes of his body through the shirt I stole from him.
His chuckle ghosts across my lips when he breaks the kiss, sliding his palms up my back to hold me closer. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I lift higher on my toes to press my lips to the corner of his mouth, encouraging him to take it further.
Again, he stalls. I release a frustrated noise that makes him rumble in amusement. He tips my chin up, watching me.
“You sure you want me, Maya?”
His gritty tone goes right to my core, sparking a pulse of desire. My fingers curl around the sides of his warm up jacket, tugging insistently.
“Yes.”
His mouth curves into a devastating smile. “Can I take you to your room?”
Finally. “Yes.”
I yelp as he bends, throwing me over his shoulder. Laughter bubbles out of me while arousal coils tighter in my stomach. He smacks my ass.
When he drops me on the bed, he pauses for a minute, admiring the sight of me sprawled out for him. After shrugging off his jacket, he crawls over me, one leg fitting between my thighs.
I moan against his mouth when he kisses me, shamelessly grinding against his leg. His mouth moves relentlessly against mine, intent on taking me apart.
Arousal spirals through me. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else, already so turned on.
Not only is Easton a good kisser, but everything with him feels more intense. His touch when his big hand massages my waist before sliding beneath my shirt to tease my breast. The weight of his sculpted body over mine. His scent surrounding me, driving me wild with desire. All of it.
It’s like my body was asleep with everyone else, and it’s finally awake with someone who knows what I need before I have to voice what feels good for me.
The thought makes my throat sting for a moment before Easton distracts me by circling my sensitive nipple with his thumb as his tongue glides against mine. I arch, clamping my thighs around his.
My pussy throbs with need. It’s crazy, but I’m so close to coming just from making out with him while he presses his thigh against me.
A ringtone filters through the haze of pleasure. It takes a minute to register that my phone’s going off at the worst possible time.
My gut clenches. The last time I ignored a phone call, it was bad news about Grandpa that I had to hear about by text.
I put my hand on Easton’s chest. “Wait, wait.”
He stills, pressing his forehead to mine. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
I sit up, brushing hair from my face as I grab my phone. When I read the screen, I scrub a hand over my face.
“It’s Ryan. If I don’t answer, he’ll keep blowing my phone up.”
Easton rises on his knees, catching my wrist before I answer my phone. “Make him wait and wonder who his sister’s with.”
My eyes close as he kisses me. His fingers sink into my hair and tug just hard enough to stir an answering throb in my clit.
I break away, trying to catch my breath. “He only calls me on FaceTime when it’s important. It might be about my grandpa.”
He sobers, nodding. “Okay.”
Covering his face when he tries to slide in next to me, I push him down out of frame and answer. He folds his arms behind his head while I wait for it to connect. My attention snags on his erection tenting his pants, and that’s the moment my brother answers.
“Why is your face all red? Were you working out?”
“What? No.” I clear my throat. “What is it? Is Grandpa okay?”
“Yeah, last I heard from Dad. That’s not why I called.”
I blow out an irritated sigh, wishing I hadn’t answered his call. “What’s up?”
“I have an away game at UConn this Saturday. Want to come?”
I rub the space between my brows. “You called about that? Seriously?”
Easton snorts, I throw a pillow at him. He catches it and blows me a kiss.
“Is someone with you?” Ryan asks.
“No,” I answer sharply. “I can’t go to your game, sorry. I’m busy.”
Ryan narrows his eyes. “You’re not seeing Blake again, are you?”
Easton’s face splits in a cocky grin. I press my lips together, shifting around so I don’t break and give us away.
“We’re—” I falter over the truth, aware of him hiding out of sight. “—friends, Ryan. Get over it.”
Easton hums low enough that I hope the phone doesn’t pick it up. He edges into my field of view, staying out of frame stretched along the edge of my bed while sliding his hands over my lower half. My breath catches when his fingers delve between my legs to cup me through my leggings.
Cheeks flaming, I fling my leg out. He overbalances and tips off the side of the bed, thumping to the floor with a grunt.
“Shit!” I squeak.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan asks suspiciously.
“Nothing. I thought I saw a spider on my bed,” I blurt. “I have to go—bye.”
I hang up on him, covering my face.
“Did you just push me off the bed?”
“My brother was on the phone, what did you expect me to do when you touched me like that?”
Easton rolls onto his back on the floor, tucking an arm behind his head. “Take your shirt off and come kiss me better.”
“Oh, come on. You get hit harder in a game.”
“Fine, no playing doctor. How about we play with this, then?” He reaches beneath my bed and takes out the box covered in cat stickers.
My eyes widen. I’m not ashamed to own vibrators and other toys, but I brace for what inevitably happens when guys discover them. I hate having to deal with bruised egos because I’m better at getting myself off with a toy than with any guy.
He didn’t have any problems last night, my mind supplies.
“Easton—”
He opens it, eyes gleaming. “Oh, hell yeah.” He waves the lid at me. “This is adorable. I like that you put cat stickers on your pussy box.”
I blink. “I—my what?”
Blowing out a breath, I pop off the bed to take it from him, but he holds it out of reach. I prop my hands on my hips.
“What, you think girls don’t like some me time between classes? We get horny, too. And these get the job done better than anything you could do to me.”
“I love that you have them. It’s sexy.” He shoots me a crooked smirk that freezes me in place. “No one’s ever used them on you?”
I shake my head, face growing hot at the thought.
“You know, hockey is all about your dynamic with the team. There’s no one guy on the ice—we’re all the team when we score, when we attack, and defend. I’m a team player, baby. I know how to work with my teammates.” He selects my favorite vibrator, meeting my wide eyes. “These right here are my partners in crime, not the enemy. I want to use them while I play with you.”
My stomach dips pleasantly. He’s the first guy I’ve ever met who doesn’t hate the sight of my vibrator or think of it as competition. Rather than be afraid of a girl with sex toys, he accepts it enthusiastically.
“Okay.”
He gets to his feet, stepping into me. I’m lost when he kisses me, vaguely aware of the vibrator landing on the bed behind us. As his tongue makes me dizzy with each stroke, he works the Heston University t-shirt up.
The cool air makes my nipples harden. We pause for him to whip the shirt over my head, then he strips out of his. I bite my lip and skim my fingertips over the sculpted planes of his chest while he’s captivated for a moment by my bare tits. He cups them, making me bite back a soft noise of pleasure as he teases them.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says. “And still wearing too many clothes. I want to see all of you.”
His hands drag down my sides to push my leggings down. I hold onto his shoulders as he helps me step out of them. When they’re off, he kneels, lifting his gaze to mine. My stomach quivers when he places a kiss above my panties, then strips them off, leaving me completely bare.
Kneading the soft flare of my hips, he trails more teasing kisses along my pelvis. I cry out when he buries his face against me to taste my pussy. He encourages me to open my legs, nudging my thigh until I blindly find the bed frame to prop my foot on while his mouth seals over my clit. I sink my fingers in his thick brown hair, holding on.
“Oh god,” I whimper.
“Does it feel good?” His hot breath ghosting across my sensitive skin makes me shudder.
“Yes.”
He lavishes my pussy with more attention until my chest heaves with each breath and my hips rock with every sensual swipe of his tongue. But he pulls back before I come. I smother a disappointed noise as he gets to his feet and pulls me against him.
Easton’s mouth hovers over mine. “Maya.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to make you forget the word friend when I’m around.”
My breath hitches. “What do you mean?”
“If I haven’t made it crystal clear, I don’t want to be your friend whenever I do this.”
He claims my mouth, the kiss burning me up as much as his roaming touch.
“There’s no one else. Do you understand?” he rasps against my lips.
I nod. “You want to be my boyfriend, not my friend.”
“Boyfriend,” he repeats with a cocky tilt to his lips. “Yeah, I like the sound of that. Say it again, baby.”
I thought I’d never be someone who dated hockey players again, but there’s nothing making me uneasy. This isn’t the wrong decision.
A laugh puffs out of me. “Easton Blake is my boyfriend.”
He rumbles in approval, arms cinching tighter around me. “Damn right I am. You’re all mine. And I don’t share.”
I bite my lip. “I’m not telling my brother until after your second game against Elmwood. I don’t want him trying to kill you on the ice for being my boyfriend.”
“Let’s forget about your brother right now.”
I gasp as he picks me up and takes us to the bed, covering my body with his. He chuckles against my throat, the rough noise causing a delicious tug in my stomach.
“What?”
“Your neck is all red.” His fingertips trace a shape, then he seals his lips over it. “I like you wearing my marks.”
I wrap my legs around him, scraping my nails across his shoulder. “Then I need to give you a matching hickey.”
“You can mark me all you want, baby.” His teeth graze my throat. “But right now, I want to play with that pretty pussy while I eat it.”
His lips map a path across every curve of my body before he settles between my thighs with my vibrator in one hand and a wicked smile. He starts off with just his mouth, sucking lightly on my clit. I melt against the sheets with a sigh.
The buzz of the toy turning on makes my stomach tighten in anticipation. My breathing thickens when he spends a moment working it over my pussy. Each time he finds a spot that makes my hips buck, he keeps the toy there.
By the time he uses it on my clit, I’m unable to keep still. My legs tremble, opening wider, then squeezing around him.
“Oh god,” I breathe. “Yes. Please.”
He pushes the vibrator into my hand. I’m so dizzy with pleasure, I automatically grip it, allowing him to guide me to use it on myself. I rub it right where I like it, shuddering at the filthy noises he makes while he eats me out.
The sensations of his mouth and the vibrations stimulating my clit overwhelm me. His fingers clamp around my wrist when I try to move the vibrator away. He guides my hand back in place to keep the toy against my clit.
“Keep holding this here. You’re going to be a good girl and come on my tongue.”
A strangled noise catches in my throat when he pins my hips to the bed and takes me apart by paying attention to every sign my body gives him that I’m close.
It’s too much.
With a strangled gasp, I fall over the edge. The orgasm hits me hard, the pleasure far more heightened than anything I’ve experienced alone. My core erupts with wave after wave of ecstasy that seems to go on forever.
“That’s it. I’ve got you,” he rasps. “Let me taste you.”
He groans against me, the noise electrifying me. He takes control of the vibrator again. My mouth drops open and I arch, arousal cresting once more before the first orgasm fades.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “I—I’m coming again.”
He still doesn’t stop. Not until I finally push him away three more mind-melting orgasms later.
While I’m catching my breath, Easton sets the toy aside, stretching out next to me. He props on his elbow, blue eyes roaming my face with awe.
“Damn, baby. You’re such a beautiful sight.” His knuckles brush my cheek. “You okay?”
I manage a nod. “That was…”
“So fucking hot,” he finishes for me.
I nod again, a laugh escaping me. Rolling into him, I press my lips to his. He kisses me back with a languid hum, stroking my spine with his fingertips.
“Why am I the only one who’s naked? Lose these.” I give his sweats an insistent tug.
His grin is smug. “You want to see my cock?”
“See it. Taste it.” I wriggle closer. “Feel it inside me.”
He pins me to the mattress with a gravelly rumble. “Yeah?” He grinds his erection against my sensitive pussy. “You want me to fuck you?”
I bite my lip, meeting his eyes while I roll my hips to meet his. They flare with lust, pupils darkening.
“You are…” He pushes out a ragged breath. “So damn sexy. But I won’t fuck you today. Not yet.”
I blink. “What? Why?”
My body still craves more.
He cups my face, kissing me deeply. “I’m just getting you warmed up so when I do fuck you, I have you begging for it.”
I narrow my eyes without any heat. “I told you I don’t beg.”
“I heard you begging to come when my tongue was inside you.”
He smirks, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. His palm splays on my stomach and teases the underside of my tits.
“As much as I want to stay and make you come again and again, I have to go back to my place before practice.” He leans down to brush his mouth over mine, then takes the vibrator and drags the tip over my nipple. “But I want you to stay in this bed and use this on your pussy while you think about how good it’ll be when I fill you up with my cock.”
My thighs clamp together and I fight back a shiver. “Don’t listen to any voice chats I send you until you’re alone, then. Unless you want everyone to hear what I sound like when I come.”
“Fuck, Maya.”
Threading his fingers through my hair, he steals another kiss. I take the vibrator and click it on before slipping it between my legs. He swallows my moans, grip tightening in my hair until I tremble with another orgasm.
When he pulls back, I give him a hazy smile.
“You’re killing me.” Chuckling ruefully, he kisses my forehead. “If I don’t leave right now, I’m going to say fuck it.”
“I wouldn’t complain.”
“I really have to go.” He gets dressed, lingering by the door on his way out. “Make yourself come a lot for me, baby.”
I haven’t stopped teasing myself with the toy, smirking at him while my lashes flutter. “Have a good practice. Make sure you focus instead of thinking about me coming over and over.”
“Jesus.” He scrubs a hand over his face and adjusts his dick in his sweats so his erection isn’t as obvious. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
My laugh breaks off into a moan. “And you’ll love every second of it.”
He rakes a hand through his hair, giving me one of the heart-stopping smiles that floods me with a warm glow.
“Yeah. I have no doubt I will.”
Easton watches me come again, then leaves me in my bed, naked and indulgently enjoying wringing every ounce of pleasure with the help of my toys.
