“Like what you see?” Devon asked with a grin, flexing his muscles just for show.
The way Annie drew in a breath was pretty fucking satisfying. She ran her hands slowly and reverently over Devon’s chest. He tried to pull her against him again, but Annie’s hand held him back. “Not yet.” Her delicate fingers traced every line and dip between Devon’s muscles. It almost felt as though she was committing them to memory.
“You’re incredible,” she breathed, sliding her arms around Devon’s neck when she was finally finished. Her nails raked across Devon’s shoulders as she brought her mouth to his again. She kissed him hard, tongue licking into Devon’s mouth. She tasted sweet, and far more intoxicating than the single drink Devon had enjoyed earlier.
Annie pulled back, letting herself fall once more against the mattress. Running a hand down from her bra to her belly button, she smirked up at Devon as she met his eyes. “You can carry on,” she teased.
That made Devon give a startled laugh. He was hardly going to object. He returned his mouth to her skin, just above Annie’s chest. His mouth was hot as he kissed lower, tracing his tongue over the curve of Annie’s chest. One of Devon’s hands came up to squeeze her breast through the material of her bra. When Annie gave a soft moan at that, Devon responded with a low groan.
He kissed lower still. Tongue slipping over Annie’s navel teasingly before he slid lower. Devon’s hands followed until his fingers brushed over the button on her jeans. Glancing up at Annie, Devon grinned. She looked like she might tell him off if he didn’t get her jeans off. To be fair, he could hardly blame her. Devon would tell himself off.
So he popped the button open, fingers moving lower to get the zipper. The top of her panties came into view. Devon could hardly wait to see more of her.
“Lift your hips?” he asked, tugging lightly against the material of Annie’s jeans.
Leaning back on her elbows, Annie lifted her ass off the bed, letting Devon pull the material slowly down off her hips. She had to unhook her legs from around him. Devon could hardly complain about that. Not when it allowed him to slide her jeans off and drop them somewhere at the foot of the bed.
Annie’s hand brushed against Devon’s chin, her thumb skating along his lower lip while her eyes darkened. “Your mouth felt really good, Devon,” she breathed, parting her legs in a blatant invitation for him to carry on. There was nothing shy about her, no attempt to hide her body. Devon appreciated her confidence. Especially when it came to her telling him what she wanted more of.
Devon had every intention of kissing her body everywhere. He returned his mouth to Annie’s skin, hot against it as his kisses made their way lower. Devon gave Annie’s hip a small bite through the material of her panties, before using his hands to push her legs further apart. Annie parted them easily, welcoming Devon between them.
His mouth moved to lick over Annie’s inner thigh. She shivered under his touch. Devon glanced up. Annie looked amazing, splayed across the bed in nothing but her underwear. Devon ran a hand up, flat against her stomach.
“I need to get my jeans off,” he murmured. There was no way he was going to be able to move unless he did. Somewhat reluctantly, he pulled away from Annie. Not before pressing another kiss against her thigh.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Devon kicked his shoes off and then opened his jeans, quickly pushing them off. It left him only in his boxers. He paused to let Annie look at him. Knowing that she wanted to sent a thrill down Devon’s spine.
Stretching one arm behind her, Annie rested her head against it, propping herself up. Her gaze moved slowly over Devon, drinking him in. Already, his cock tented the front of his boxers. Without taking her eyes from him, Annie’s free hand moved slowly down her body. Her fingers followed the same path as Devon’s kisses. She brushed against her hip, where he had bitten, and then her thigh where his tongue had made her muscles quiver.
Watching without touching was torture. And yet Devon didn’t want Annie to stop. Letting her head fall back against the mattress, she hooked fingers of both hands into the waistband of her panties, pulling them out from under her ass. Naked except for her bra, Annie smiled up at him. “Please, Devon,” she requested, “get back here.”
“Fuck,” he swore. She would not need to ask twice. His mouth was already against her thighs, kissing his way up. Just like before, she parted her legs to welcome him there. This time, Devon kissed higher until he could lick against her wetness. Annie moaned almost as soon as his tongue touched her. Devon definitely wanted to hear more of that.
He slid his hands under Annie’s ass so he could pull her down harder against his mouth. The way she wiggled under him, combined with the sounds that fell from her lips, gave Devon a pretty good indication of what Annie liked. So he did more of that. His tongue moved against her, urging more and more moans from Annie.
Her hands gripped at Devon’s shoulders. She wasn’t guiding him or pushing him away. It felt more as though she simply needed to hold onto something. Her nails scratched lightly across his skin, leaving shivers of pleasure in their wake. She arched her back, pushing her body harder against him, crying out Devon’s name.
Devon alternated between slow, gentle strokes and flicking his tongue hard and fast. Annie’s breathing grew faster, shallower. Devon could feel her muscles tightening around his ears. Her pleasure burst over her with a long, low moan. Her body quivered under him. “Oh my God,” Annie whispered. “Devon, please, I want you.”
Despite her plea, he didn’t stop, licking softly until Annie’s whimpers became almost too much. He pressed a wet kiss against her thigh. Finally, Devon made his way back up Annie’s body. He lingered at her breasts, cupping one of them through the material. What he wanted was to see her fully naked. Lifting Annie slightly, he unclipped her bra, before sliding the straps off her arms.
Pulling the material off, Devon swallowed. She looked so good that he didn’t bother stopping himself before his mouth was already around one of Annie’s pert nipples. His tongue teased over it just as it had between her legs. Devon groaned when she cried out sharply, pleasure cruising through his body.
With a shuddering sigh, Annie gave herself over to Devon’s attentions. Her hands loosened their grip, stroking softly over Devon’s chest as his tongue laved against her breast. “Yes,” she groaned, the muscles in her stomach twitching. “Yes, yes, Devon!” The sounds she made only spiked Devon’s temperature even higher.
Annie’s hand ventured lower, tugging at the material of Devon’s boxers. If her movements were uncoordinated, well, Devon took pride in that. He liked thinking he could knock her off balance with pleasure. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked gently against her nipple, his cock jerking eagerly at the breathless scream that tore out of Annie’s throat.
Her fingers slid under the waistband of Devon’s boxers, nails digging into the skin of one of his ass cheeks. The contrast between how good Annie felt under him and how sharp her touch was made Devon groan. He let Annie’s nipple fall from his lips, shifting so he could kiss against her neck. Finally, he caught her lips with his again.
Grinding forward, Devon rubbed his hardness against Annie. She felt so hot even through the material of his boxers. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I want you so much.” It was certainly true. Devon’s whole body felt like it was trembling with want and need. For the first time ever, he was genuinely glad that the team insisted the hotel provided all rooms with condoms.
Devon only moved away from Annie for the briefest of moments, shimmying out of his boxers and finding a condom. He moved back in, one hand reaching out to brush over Annie’s side as the other attempted to one-handedly open the condom packet.
“I might need both hands,” he complained.
Laughing, Annie wiggled herself away from his touch. “I’ll need them back, quickly,” she teased, grinning as she settled herself comfortably against the pillows at the head of the bed. Her tanned skin almost glowed against the dark sheets. Devon could hardly take his eyes off he
r long enough to free the condom from its packet. Annie’s eyes darkened as he slid it down the length of his erection, her legs once again parting eagerly to make space for Devon between them.
As soon as he could, Devon followed Annie up the bed. His arms caged her against the mattress. From the way her fingers stroked delicately down his chest, she hardly seemed to mind. Her other hand lifted one of Devon’s, guiding it back to her breast with a satisfied moan at the contact. “You’ve got me,” she urged, lifting her hips.
The words sent heat through Devon’s body. He wanted to have her. He wanted to make Annie want him to have her. One of his hands moved under her ass to support her weight as Devon pulled her in closer. The other helped him find her heat. Slowly but steadily, Devon entered her. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, a groan escaping him. She felt so fucking good! Hot and tight around him.
Pressing his hips forward, Devon stilled enough for Annie to shift so she was comfortable. Her nails scratched across his back lightly, making another groan fall from his lips.
“You feel amazing,” he told her. His lips found hers in a kiss that quickly went from soft to hard and passionate. Devon’s hand tightened against Annie’s ass and then he finally began to move, steady thrusts that kept increasing in speed.
Tipping her head back, Annie moaned. Devon nuzzled against her throat, the soft skin such a contrast to his stubble. Annie’s eyes flew open, her hand darting up to grip at Devon’s hair. She held him there, his mouth open and hot against her skin as she arched her hips to meet his thrusts. “Yes, Devon, yes,” she chanted. “You’re perfect, don’t stop.”
Devon didn’t want to stop. He rocked forward, his whole body moving over Annie’s on the bed. Her breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, her hard nipples brushing teasingly against Devon’s chest. She bit down on her lip, trying to keep quiet. She didn’t succeed. Devon loved the noises she made, the stifled moans and muted whimpers.
“You can be loud,” he whispered hotly against Annie’s ear. Devon truly didn’t care if someone heard them. And he wanted to hear Annie. She shouldn’t swallow her noises up or fight against them. Devon wanted to encourage them. He pushed his hips forward again, setting a passionate pace. When the moans from Annie did increase in volume, Devon groaned. She sounded so good.
And she felt great, too. So hot against Devon’s touch. He thrust into her harder, loving how it made her breath catch and her breasts bounce. Devon’s own breath was coming in shorter and shorter bursts, a line of sweat trailing down his back as he rocked them.
He could feel his pleasure building almost too quickly. Devon didn’t want this to be over just yet. He slowed, seeking Annie’s mouth again, before licking his way up to her ear.
“Wanna go on top?” he asked with a grin. Devon suspected that Annie would very much enjoy that.
Her body arched up to meet him, Annie’s hands flying to Devon’s shoulders, gripping hard. “You want that?” She met Devon’s eyes, seeming to read something in them that convinced her his offer had been genuine. She gave a sharp nod, her lips parting as she sucked in a breath.
Flipping them over, Devon’s hands steadied Annie’s hips, holding their bodies together. As soon as she was on top, Annie began to roll her hips. Waves of pleasure swept through him. If Devon had thought this would make him last longer, he might have underestimated how good it would feel to have Annie ride him.
She looked incredible, bare breasts bouncing with every move, her face flushed with triumph and pleasure. Annie’s hands against Devon’s chest pinned him to the bed, her movements speeding up as she eagerly took her pleasure from him.
Seeing her like that, above him, made Deven feel even hotter, if that was at all possible. He didn’t push up, letting her dictate the rhythm. One of Devon’s hands did slide up from her hip to Annie’s breast, cupping it as she rocked. His thumb teased over her nipple, making Annie moan even louder. She rode him harder and faster, making Devon bite his lower lip hard to stop himself from falling over the edge.
His fingers tugged against Annie’s nipple, enjoying how it made her screams intensify. She began to move even faster, leaning forward to angle herself. Devon’s hand on her hip tightened.
“Fuck, Annie, you’re so hot,” he breathed in between the groans.
Her bright eyes met Devon’s. He could see the passion in them, the need and the desire. She looked even more beautiful than Devon had ever seen her. “I feel hot,” she answered. “I love when you look at me like that, Devon.” She rocked her hips, their bodies joining with more and more urgency as Annie’s movements sped up.
With the hand not on his chest, Annie reached for Devon’s wrist. Her slim fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around it. Nonetheless, he felt the force as she dragged his hand down between her legs. “There!” she cried out, her body bucking wildly as Devon’s fingers found the perfect position. Rocking faster and faster, Devon could see her eyes go wide. Annie moaned his name as her orgasm hit her, her body going tight and still as she squeezed around Devon still inside her.
It was all it took for Devon’s climax to also push him over. His body trembled under Annie, until they were finally both spent. Dragging Annie closer, Devon sought out her mouth so he could pull her into a kiss. While still passionate, it was slower, more lingering. When Annie slid off Devon, he pressed another soft kiss against her lips.
Quickly, Devon disposed of the condom and then turned back to pull Annie close against him. His breath was still not fully back to normal, but Devon pressed his face against Annie’s neck anyway. One of his hands came to rest against Annie’s bare stomach and Devon smiled into her skin.
“That was pretty great,” he informed her.
Annie gave his chest a half-hearted shove, which was somewhat undermined by her leg sliding between his as they faced each other. “Pretty great?” she asked, voice brimming with feigned outrage. “Oh, well, in that case, we’ll have to do it again when you’re not so tired from winning.” That made Devon laugh. He hoped they would do it again. It had been great, but Devon was curious about how it might get even better.
Hand brushing against Devon’s chest, Annie’s fingers once again spanned the ridges and dips of Devon’s muscles. “I really didn’t come to your hotel expecting this,” she said, her tone suddenly vulnerable. “I just wanted to see you. And I wanted there to be someone in the crowd supporting you.”
Devon’s heart skipped a beat at that. He loved the idea that she’d been there to support him, even if she probably would have normally supported her home team. It made Devon feel special in a way he really hadn’t anticipated. He leaned in again to kiss Annie softly, letting the kiss linger as he poured all of his emotions into it.
“I’m glad you came,” he told her and then grinned. “In more ways than one,” he teased. That made Annie laugh which was what Devon had wanted. He nuzzled her nose against her shoulder then. “I’m going to fall asleep now,” he informed her. “But you’ll stay, yeah? I want you here when I wake up in the morning.” He really, truly did.
Running a hand through his hair, Annie smiled softly. “Yeah, of course, I’ll stay,” she agreed. “Maybe if we get up early enough, you can show me what really great sex would feel like.” Her tone was clearly joking. But Devon did tend to get up pretty early.
Curling against his body, Annie pulled Devon’s arm more firmly around her waist. “Sleep well,” she said, the words murmured into Devon’s chest.
He was certain he would. Devon’s body felt relaxed in a way that only winning a hockey game and then following it with sex could make him feel. As they fell asleep, all Devon could think was how great Annie felt against him and how much he’d enjoy waking up next to her tomorrow morning.
Chapter Nine
ANNIE HAD REALLY meant to tell Devon about her dad owning the Mammoths. He would find out eventually, and she’d thought that after a game in which he’d defeated them might be the right time. But when she’d seen him, Annie’s whole body had felt
like it was sizzling hot. There’d been no time for talking.
After that, Annie kept putting it off. There never seemed to be a good time. Whenever they met, Annie would get distracted by the excited flutter of spending time with Devon. Whenever they parted, it seemed too late to bring up such a shocking revelation.
And then there were days like today. Annie had spent the night, waking up to find Devon already showered and dressed and making breakfast. They’d eaten scrambled eggs, drank coffee, and then Devon had left Annie to entertain herself while he hit the gym.
She liked that Devon trusted her in his house alone. It was a lot nicer than the apartment Annie shared! She’d brought the scarf she’d started knitting for Magda to keep her busy. Except, looking at the carefully kept and folded knitting pattern, Annie couldn’t remember where she’d got to. She’d tried counting the rows, but couldn’t be sure whether some of the stitches were one row or two.
In the end, Annie had unraveled everything she’d done and decided to start again.
She hadn’t made a great deal of progress by the time Devon returned. The ‘scarf’ was currently about as long as Annie’s hand. She was honestly kind of bored.
“What do you want to do this afternoon?” she asked, draping her legs over Devon’s legs when he came to sit beside her. “You’ve already been out once, so we don’t have to go anywhere, unless you want to.” Annie liked the idea of a whole afternoon and evening cozied up together. She could cook something later. Devon had plenty of ingredients for her to choose from.
Devon draped one of his arms over Annie’s legs, hand resting against her calf as he took a drink from the water bottle in his other hand. This all felt very domestic. Annie found herself genuinely enjoying it. It was different from what she’d had in the past. That definitely wasn’t a bad thing.
“I haven’t really got any plans,” Devon commented. “Is there anything you want to do?” he asked before glancing over at her knitting. “I don’t mind if you want to just carry on knitting,” he added before frowning. “Though, I think maybe you’re doing it wrong, because that was definitely longer before I left.”
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