Legend smiles at me in relief and his fingers slide to the back of my head. He pulls me to him and his mouth meets mine. I sigh into the kiss thinking tonight couldn’t get more perfect.
Until his hand slides down my neck, along my spine and over my ass. He palms one cheek and squeezes it hard, and a wave of lust hits me right between my legs.
As our kiss turns deeper, my hands wander and they waste no time in finding his thick cock which I pull out of his boxers. I tear away from the kiss, come to my knees and twist my body. I bend over, thankful my hair isn’t long enough to interfere, and suck him right into my mouth.
Legend lets out a bark of surprise and his hips surge upward. “Fuck, Pepper. Give a guy some warning.”
I giggle around the fullness in my mouth and my head starts bobbing up and down on him.
But I barely get a rhythm going when his large hands are on my hips and he’s lifting my lower body off the bed. A testament to his upper body strength, he swings my legs over his torso as he orders, “Spread your legs.”
I do and they come to rest beside his shoulders and my pussy hovers right over his mouth. I’m so stunned that I’m now straddling his face, that I realize he’s fallen out of my mouth. I give him a brief glance over my shoulder and I find him leaning his head to the side so he can see around my legs. He shoots me a smirk before pulling me down to his mouth. His tongue spears inside of me and I cry out from the invasion.
Legend doesn’t play around. He licks and sucks at me, wiggling his tongue against my clit and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m brought back to awareness when he lifts his hips, a silent plea for me to get my mouth back to work.
I blink the haze of passion out of my eyes and lower my mouth back onto his shaft. He groans his approval and it vibrates through my pussy.
I’m not sure if I should be ashamed or not, but I spread my legs even wider and give my weight to him. I ride Legend’s tongue while I suck his cock, and it’s the most beautifully dirty thing we’ve done so far.
Squirming and writhing on top of Legend, I give him back everything I have with my lips, tongue, mouth, and hand. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet sucking and when our bodies just can’t take another moment of this level of pleasure, we both erupt together with strangled cries of ecstasy.
I’m boneless and fuzzy headed, but I’m aware enough to feel Legend pull me back up the bed and settle me into his arms. He presses my face into his neck and I think he says, “Good night, Pep” but I’m not sure.
I fall into a deep sleep with the taste of him in my mouth and a smile on my face.Chapter 22LegendThe bus ride from the hotel to the Phantoms arena in Uniondale, New York, is usually only about fifteen minutes long but traffic is at a dead stop.
We’ve got back-to-back games in New York this week. We played the Vipers night before last and tonight we’ll take on the Phantoms.
If traffic ever moves.
“My pregame warm-up is getting shorter and shorter for every minute we sit here,” Dax says from my right. He took the window seat but he’s not looking out at the long line of stalled cars in front of us. He’s instead playing a game on his phone.
I regard him for a moment. He’s been a little quiet since Lance’s funeral week before last, but his game play has been spot on. Dax is our first-line left winger and he’s in the top ten point scorers in the league.
“How are you doing?” I ask him a question I’ve asked him since the funeral but figure I’d ask him again. Like I said…he’s been a little quiet.
His head comes up and he shoots me a glance. “I’m doing good, man.”
“You’ve just been a little reserved since Lance’s funeral,” I tell him. “Want to talk about anything?”
I know he still has to be feeling the emotional effects of losing his best friend. Hell, stepping out onto the ice at the Viper’s arena night before last got me choked up. It was my home for a year, and Lance was my brother on ice. Playing there without seeing him on the opponent’s bench was surreal. Seeing his teammates wearing black striped patches on their jerseys in recognition of their fallen teammate was a punch to the gut.
“I’m worried about Regan,” Dax says and it takes me a minute to follow. I was so focused on Lance and what his loss means to Dax, that I forgot about Regan. Dax would regard her as a little sister that he has a duty to now.