Hot Puck (Rough Riders Hockey 2)

Delirium hit. Pure, unadulterated, raw delirium. Beckett’s mind turned to a white haze sparkling with sensation. Then she closed her mouth over him and added suction. Excitement lurched toward Beckett’s throat. “Fuck, that’s good.”

She continued to impale her mouth with his cock, all while her beautiful eyes held his. Eyes swamped with lust and hunger. And she was in no rush. Her mouth moved slow and strong, her tongue languid and luxurious.

Eden pulled him from her mouth and stroked his wet length with her hand, shooting more sparks into the fire. His balls felt as heavy as rocks. A coil of heat lay at the base of his spine, ready to explode.

“I could do this all night,” she murmured, her gaze lovingly moving over his length. “I think you’ve given me a cock fetish.”

Beckett was pretty damn sure he’d never had a woman give him head this good, and wished he had more control. Wished he could let her do this for him for hours. Hours while he finger-fucked her, while he ate her out in a sixty-nine. While he just lay back and let her pleasure the fuck out of him.

“I love your fetish. But I can’t do this all night, baby. At least not tonight.”

Her brow furrowed, and her lower lip pushed out.

Beckett huffed a laugh. “Come up here and let me see how wet you are.”

When she looked like she might consider it, Beckett pushed. “Let me slide my tongue between your legs.” He licked his lips. “Just move a little north.”

She scraped her lower lip through her teeth, and a new kind of heat crept into her eyes. She walked her knees to his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Mmm, fuck, I can smell you. That’s so hot. Come here, Eden. I’m just as hungry as you are.” His arms flexed, his body writhed, but nothing brought him closer to her. “Little more, baby. Let me get my mouth on you.”

She wiggled closer. Beckett lifted as far as he could and stretched his tongue to barely tease her pussy. But it was enough to entice her closer. Enough to close his mouth over her. Enough to get her moving against him. Enough to make her hands clench. Enough to make her mouth drop open and her eyes blaze.

“Spread your thighs, baby,” he told her. “Move higher.”

With her hands fisted beneath her chin, a look of awe and excitement and a little bit of unease shifting over her face, she moved a few inches higher and pushed her knees wider, placing her pussy directly over his face.

He pursed his lips and blew on her folds, glistening in the dim light. When Eden moaned, Beckett whispered, “Closer. Bring that sweet pussy to me.”

She reached out and used the headboard to steady herself, then pushed her thighs wider.

“That’s it.” Now all he had to do was tilt and roll his head to have her entire pussy at the mercy of his lips and his tongue.

He started with soft, openmouthed kisses all over. When she added her other hand to the headboard, he searched out key spots to use a flicking tongue—her swollen clit, her perineum, her opening. When he had her squirming, he took sections of the delicate flesh and added the scrape of his teeth, then the swipe of his tongue. All while her head hung between her arms and her heavy-lidded eyes watched. All while Beckett watched her watch him eat her, his hands tied and useless. This had to be the most exciting, maybe even the most erotic, thing he’d ever done.

And Eden reveled in it. Her hips rocked to the sensual rhythm of his mouth; sounds of pleasure filled the air. And the look on her face—that was an aphrodisiac all its own.

“You are so damn…” She shivered, and her eyes closed as a wave of pleasure passed through her. “Good at that.”

“I love being good for you. I love the way you watch me. It’s such a turn-on. I haven’t been with anyone this sexy in a long fucking time, baby. Settle in and ride my mouth to the finish. I want to watch you break.”

Eden lowered her hands from the headboard to cover Beckett’s hands on the slats and threaded their fingers together. Her thighs flexed as she moved her pussy over Beckett’s open mouth. With his eyes on Eden’s, he sucked and licked deep inside her. Eden held her lower lip between her teeth, moaned and rocked against his mouth, while Beckett deliberately drove her higher.

“Beckett…” she murmured, her voice rising.

He covered her and hummed, loud and long, letting the vibrations shiver through her.

And that sent her over the edge. She cried out. Her pussy clenched and surged. And Beckett growled with lust as the climax bowed Eden’s back and twisted her muscles.

As Eden eased back, pressed her face to his neck, and caught her breath, Beckett thought this might very well become the best fucking night of his life.

9

Eden’s head was still spiraling when Beckett’s voice tugged her back to reality.

“Baby, I hate to interrupt your recovery, but do you think you could loosen the tie?”

She had no idea what he was talking about. Eden lifted her head, still disoriented. She had never come so hard. Nor had she ever been so greedy with her own pleasure. But Beckett seemed to make both incredibly easy.