Page 54 of Pucked Together

I kiss him. My big, bad Goalie-zilla, who has slowly wormed his way into my barely beating heart.

And he pushes his body even closer to mine. I feel the heat emanating from him. He takes both my arms and pins them above my head, taking in the look of surprise on my face before claiming my mouth as his own and ravaging me with his tongue. His rock-hard erection feels so good between my legs. I try rocking to get more friction.

This might just be the hottest I've ever felt.

"Ryker," I beg. His name a heavy plea as it leaves my lips.

"Uh-uh," he says, moving a hand down to my hips. I'm still pinned against the wall, held up by his sheer strength. “First, I'm going to make you come until you're screaming my name. Then, when you're nice and wet, Wildfire. I'm going to claim that delicious pussy."

I moan at his words. A promise.

"And I'll make sure you walk into that party dripping from me."

Oh...my...god.

It has to be 10,000 degrees here now because I can feel the sweat rolling down my back from pure anticipation. He peels me off the wall and sets me on the bed, with my head propped on his pillow. This time, he puts a warm hand on each of my knees and spreads them open. He looks at my center, and a dark look crosses his face.

"So wet for me already, Wildfire? You want me to fill you with my cock, don't you, baby?"

"Y-yes," I barely make it before he's bending to kiss my tender flesh between my legs.

I spread even wider for him. As he runs his tongue along my folds, a hum of approval rumbles through his chest.

"You taste like the sweetest fruit, Wildfire."

My hands move to either side of his face, and his tongue darts out and meets with the most sensitive part of me. He works it slowly, and I can feel my body react to his magic touch.

"Ryker," I whisper. "Oh."

"Mmm," he says from between my legs. "That's a good start, baby. But I want to hear you screaming my name."

And before I can say another word, he's back on my clit, working it with his tongue. Creating tantalizing circles and using the pressure my body craves. It's like he's reading my every movement--taking it in and giving back the answers to my silent pleas.

Just as I feel my release building, Ryker brings a hand down between my legs and rubs the wetness there at my entrance before slowly, ever so slowly, nudging a finger in. I gasp, and he stops right where he's at, lifting his head to me.

"Does that hurt?" his eyes are soft and full of love.

I shake my head.

"Tell me to stop if it does," he commands me.

And I put my hands on his head and force him back down to continue working his magic in response.

That chuckle of his rumbles through his chest again, and I tell him. "Don't stop."

He continues to push his finger in until I can feel his knuckles at my entrance.

"Breathe," he tells me from between my legs. And I do. I didn't even realize I hadn't been breathing as he moved inside me.

On my exhale, he slowly moves his finger out of me while his tongue continues its languid circles on my clit.

"Oh, wow. Mmmm," I can't even form proper words.

He does it again. Moving his finger in and out of me, slowly picking up speed as I start to rock into his push. It feels amazing. And I feel a desperate need to be filled by another part of him. I feel more pressure as he coaxes a second finger into me, and my body stretches to welcome him.

He's slow. Considerate. And still ravaging my clit and making unintelligible words leave my lips.

Then, I'm there. I can't take it. The scruff of his beard against my thighs, the tantalizing strokes of his tongue, and the pressure from his fingers inside me–I feel myself coming undone.