Page 45 of Pucked Together

"Ok, fuck. I'm not going to last long, that I can guarantee."

He lets go, replaces his hand with my own, and shows me how he likes to be stroked.

The grip is pretty strong, and I can feel the ripple of his erection as he moves my hand up and down.

But it feels a little dry. That can't feel good. I notice the bead forming at the head, and I get the urge to taste him. Without even saying a word, I move my mouth over his head and suck it into my mouth.

"Oh, god, baby..." he squeezes his eyes shut. I continue to coat him with my saliva as I work my mouth up and down over his shaft until it hits the back of my throat and my eyes water a bit.

He reaches down to wipe the tears away that have dripped onto my cheek, and the look in his eyes is pure admiration.

I maintain my grip at the base of his erection and keep working my mouth up and down until I find a rhythm that feels right. He's not actually coaching me. I'm just doing what I want with him. Tasting him. Teasing him. Owning him. And he's writhing under me, trying very hard to maintain composure.

I feel his erection begin to twitch.

"Izzy, I won't last," he says, and I go faster, my eyes watering even more.

"You gotta let me go, Iz. I can't hold it."

He wants me to pop him out of my mouth so he can release his pleasure, but all I want is to taste him on my tongue. I lock my hands onto his hips and keep going.

"You want me to fill your mouth." He says it like a statement, and I try to nod my acknowledgment as best I can.

"You're so fuckin beautiful sucking my cock like that, baby."

Wow, that filthy mouth of his has me clenching my sex as another orgasm rips through me, and I feel the warm spurts of his release coat my tongue.

I swallow it all down, like it's the only meal I've had all day, and lick him up until there's nothing left.

His eyes haven't left mine, and he looks dumbfounded. When he can finally speak, he sounds ragged.

"That is not the mouth of a virgin, Isabella." He pulls me up to his lips and kisses me gently.

I slip my tongue into his mouth to let him taste himself, and he hums his satisfaction.

Chapter 14

Ryker

The arena is buzzing tonight. It's the season's first home game. How we play tonight will determine how the rest of the season might go, especially when it comes to keeping the fans happy. Heatwave fans can be brutal.

That's why Keelan doesn't bother letting the Izzy thing get to him. I can tell he is tabling it...for now.

As team captain, I know he's carrying the team's weight on his shoulders.

Coach pounds on the first stall as he enters the locker room, drawing our attention to the door like he always does.

"Heat-wave," he calls out.

"Yes, Coach."

"You guys have worked your asses off all summer, and this is where we lay it all down."

"Yes, Coach."

"Teagan!" He looks around the locker room for the defenseman.

"Here, Coach," he pushes toward the front.