Holiday Face-off (Puck Battle Book 1)

by Kristen Echo

  He broke away from her mouth and they were both panting. “I want to take this slow, savor you and worship you, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to. Our first time together should be special, not a quickie on the couch.”

  It didn’t matter to Carly where they had sex as long as it happened soon. Their fingers threaded together, and he kissed her knuckles. Leading her by the hand, he pulled her away from the couch. He asked her to stand by the Christmas tree as he lit the candles on the table and threw a blanket and some pillows on the floor by her feet.

  “If you’re my present, it’s only right I open you under the tree.” The cheeky glint in his eyes and the smirk on his face reminded her of that first moment their eyes connected in the parking lot. She’d pegged him as an arrogant prick, but she’d been wrong. “Sit down for me, Carly.”

  Without words, she sat on the makeshift bed and looked up at him. Theo stood a few feet away and removed the rest of his clothing. It was now her turn to gawk. His abs were ripped, the deep v leading to an impressive cock. Long and thick, and all hers for the taking. Carly licked her lips, wondering what Theo would do next.

  He fisted his cock, and she envied his hand. He smirked and slid it along his shaft, rounding over the tip. “You like what you see, Carly?”

  She did. Very much. “Yes,” she admitted.

  His smile deepened at her admission. He was so sexy. “Spread your legs.”

  She planted her feet on the blanket, opened her legs and let her knees fall to the side. She was surprised how unabashed she was, considering it had been over a year since she’d last had sex. On the outside, she looked like every other woman, but inside she was a mess. But he wouldn’t be able to see that.

  His eyes flared and fixed onto her wet pussy lips. The reaction he gave was all she needed to turn things up a notch. She toyed with her taught nipple with one hand, and let the other run between her breasts, over her stomach and through the slick folds.

  Theo inhaled sharply, and his pupils dilated. He liked what she was doing. She watched his hand increase in speed as she pushed one finger inside herself. The wet slurping noise should have embarrassed her but didn’t. Theo stalked towards her and stopped when her face was only inches from his erection.

  “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and keep touching yourself as you suck me off.” The sweet poetry reciting Theo had given way to a dirty boy, and Carly liked it. She liked it a lot.

  She pinched her nipple one last time, more for a confirmation of reality than for pleasure, but it provided both. He guided his cock to her mouth and ran it over her lips, wetting them with his pre-cum. She inhaled his musky masculine aroma, and she wanted more of it. Her tongue darted out and licked the last of the moisture. Theo groaned.

  He tasted mighty fine. Carly opened her mouth and Theo fed himself to her. Slowly, one inch at a time, until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged but recovered quickly. Relaxing her throat, she took a little more.

  “Damn, that’s good.” Theo’s encouragement spurred her into action and she worked her pussy faster.

  She would not last long. She squeezed his ass as her tongue worked along his shaft. He pulled out and pushed back in again, each time going deeper than the last. Theo set the pace, and she let him fuck her mouth as slowly as he wanted because this was for him. She wanted this to be the best blowjob in the history of giving head.

  The faster he moved his hips the more her pleasure increased. Carly moaned around him, making him hiss. The harder she sucked, the faster he thrust, and the wetter she got. Theo tightened his grip in her hair and fucked her face with a ruthless pace.

  She liked how wild she made him. Her eyes stayed on his as he neared his climax. His butt cheeks clenched under her hand.

  He tapped her shoulder, and his blue eyes implored her to stop. “Carly, I’m going to come,” he said through clenched teeth.

  She ignored his plea and sucked harder. Carly wanted him to let go, she was ready to taste him.

  “Shit, if you don’t stop I’ll come in your mouth.” He pumped faster, on the verge of release.

  She rubbed her clit furiously with one hand, moments away from diving off the cliff herself. She moved her other hand between his legs and rubbed the sensitive flesh between his sack and anus. The added pressure was enough to send him over the edge.

  His eyes closed and his head fell back as he thrust one last time, filling her mouth with his hot seed. He stopped moving, but his body shivered as he came. Knowing she could make him lose control like that, stimulated her own release. She swallowed every drop.

  When he pulled away, he’d barely softened. “That was amazing. Give me your hand.” He leaned down and sucked her fingers into his mouth, cleaning her wetness from them.

  “Hmm. Now, lie back and let me taste you properly. I’ve been dying to get between those legs all day.”

  “Yes, please,” she said and licked her swollen lips. Carly lay on the blanket and opened her legs wide for him. If Theo wanted to go down on her, she would not stop him. She was no longer afraid to admit she wanted him.

  “Thank you for my present,” were the last words he said before he sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Her hips raised to meet him and her hands dove into his silky hair. He didn’t go slow, and he didn’t stop until she cried out his name. The second she contracted, he inserted two fingers and her walls clenched around him. He worked a second orgasm from her in a matter of minutes.

  She was left overly sensitive and more than ready to have him fill her. “Theo, I want your cock inside me.”

  He smiled with her juices coating his lips as he crawled over her and kissed her. Their bodies lined up as their kiss heated. A most delicious combination of them lingered on her tongue. Her new favorite flavor. Their tongues found a slow sensual rhythm unique to them. His rock-hard cock pressed against her entrance but did not push in.

  The tease against her sensitive folds wasn’t enough. She craved the fullness of being taken by a man. “Theo, stop teasing me and fuck me.”

  “I’m not going to fuck you, Carly. I want to make love to you so bad, but we can wait if you’re not ready.”

  She was ready in every way. Even the way he called it making love no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered was them, coming together in the most carnal way possible.

  “Then, make love to me.” Carly didn’t need to say another word.

  Theo moved off her and reached over into his jeans. She lay back under the tree as Theo ripped open a foil packet and wrapped himself in latex. She’d never felt the magic of the season so intimately before.

  Theo’s eyes found hers as he positioned himself over her. He used his hand to guide his cock to her entrance and coated the head with her arousal. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect and Carly smiled as he filled her. She was nervous as her walls stretched to accommodate the delightful invasion.

  “Everything okay, Theo?” She asked, worried something was wrong when he'd stopped.

  “You feel so good, so tight and perfect,” he said before his mouth covered hers.

  All her apprehension melted away. Her scars weren’t something he could feel, and in that moment, the past no longer haunted her. Carly knew there was no such thing as perfect, but this moment was as close as she would ever come.

  Her eyes got lost in his sea of blue and she never wanted to be found. Theo entered her slowly, the stretch was uncomfortable, but not painful. When he pushed all the way inside, she was full to the point of bursting, but then he pulled out and she missed the fullness.

  Their bodies learned to move as one. Soon, all she could hear was the wet noises of skin slapping skin. Everything felt incredible, like her nerve endings were getting the royal treatment. The harder he pounded his hips against hers the deeper he reached until her G-spot was being bombarded like the coast of Normandy on D-day. Her body was charged, primed and ready to explode.

  He had her arms over her head, holding her there as he stared into
her eyes. She couldn’t look away, she didn’t want to. His forehead pressed against hers, sweat dripping down his face and onto her cheek. “Keep your eyes on mine as you come. Focus on me as if nothing else matters except us.”

  His words pushed them both over the edge. A few deeper thrusts and she was done.

  “Theo… I’m coming! Oh… Theo!” She kept her eyes open, but the rest of the world faded away. It was only them and nirvana.

  “Carly…” Her name ghosted from his mouth as he emptied himself inside the condom. His twitches and pulses matched her quivers. She’d never experienced sex or anything else like that. He collapsed on top of her, and she welcomed the weight.

  Their lips connected, and she knew she wouldn’t walk away from Theo as the same girl he’d met. He’d changed her, opened her heart and no matter what the future held for them, she would forever be grateful for this Christmas.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  T hey lay on their bed of pillows and blankets. Their bodies partially under the Christmas tree, basking in the afterglow.

  Carly contemplated whether to address the love statement or leave it. She never was a person to leave loose ends. In the heat of the moment, telling him to make love to her sounded right, but she feared she was unlovable.

  She hadn’t meant to trick him. A lump of insecurity formed in her stomach. She rolled away from him. Her past taught her people took what they wanted and left after. Her gut told her Theo was different, but her brain wasn’t listening.

  “Where does this leave us?” Carly picked up her t-shirt from the floor to cover her exposed breasts.

  Theo reached over and took the top of her hands. “Don’t cover yourself. I like looking at you.”

  Carly blushed at the compliment, but covered her chest with her arms never the less. “I’m glad you like what you see, but you didn’t answer my question.” She didn’t want to feel discarded, but deep down she expected him to say wham bam thank you ma’am.

  Theo rolled onto his side, propped his head on his arm and regarded her. His muscles were on full display and he made no motion to cover up. This guy was comfortable in his skin, and he had every right to be.

  “Carly, what are you hoping to hear? I wasn’t expecting any of this to happen, but I’m not upset it did, if that’s what you’re asking?”

  She had nothing to lose except her pride, but standing naked before a hockey star already made her vulnerable. “I’m curious what this all means. Do we go back to you forgetting I exist, or is this something you want to do again?”

  He smiled, chipping away at the ice she’d created around her heart a little more. “I would like to do that again very soon, and by the looks of this storm we’ll have plenty of opportunities to do it again.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her on top of him. His lips brushed against hers softly. “And again,” he said, before his tongue licked along the seam, seeking approval to enter. Things took a heated turn from there.

  Carly wasn’t sure what all this meant, but she wanted the fullness of him inside her again. The feeling of being connected to someone. He hadn’t mentioned after the storm, and that was most likely for the best. They could act like tomorrow didn’t exist.

  His kisses worked her into a frenzy. They kissed for a while longer, their bodies settling against one another on the ground. A comfortable post coital embrace. Carly wondered when the bubble would burst. She felt happy and those moments rarely lasted too long.

  Theo trailed his hand down her arm. “Are you ever going to tell me why you hate jocks so much?”

  It was true, she thought most jocks were selfish tools. She used to think it was all athletes, she downgraded to most because of Theo. She believed he might be the anomaly.

  “I don’t hate jocks per se,” she answered, avoiding eye contact.

  “Still don’t trust me, huh?” He poked her in the ribs, finding her most ticklish spot by accident. She squirmed away, unable to stop the huge smile and giggles.

  “Why would you say that?” She laughed as he continued to poke and prod her body with his long index finger.

  His expression turned serious, sounding alarm bells in her head. Theo pulled her close, resting his chin on top of her head. “Something happened to you, and when you’re ready, I would like to hear it. I won’t press, that’s not my style, but I need to know what I’m up against.”

  Carly never intended to tell anyone about her past. Only one other person knew her secrets. As far as she was concerned, it was her cross to bear.

  The funny part was that she trusted Theo. But the thought of opening old wounds scared her. Her body stiffened, and she broke out in a cold sweat. The pain of those days would never be forgotten.

  “I’m sorry, Carly. If you don’t want to talk about your past, we don’t have to, but I would love to get to know you. As I mentioned earlier, I’ve only had one girlfriend so I’m not well versed in what’s appropriate and what’s not in regards to dating. I want to know everything about you and I’m willing to share everything with you.”

  “You shared a big part of yourself with me a few minutes ago,” she joked.

  “Funny. I’m interested in more than your body, in case you haven’t figured that part out.” He squeezed her tight, the hug was both reassuring and telling. “I’m at a disadvantage on the information front; most of my life is available online. Search Theo Montagne and my history since birth is there in black and white. The private stuff, like the fact I lost my virginity at fifteen, that kind of information isn’t on there, but those details are yours. Nothing is off limits.”

  His words scared the crap out of her. She wasn’t ready for the tough conversations. “For starters, I felt your interest inside my body, and I am more than willing to feel it again, whenever you’re up for it,” she said while pinching his nipple.

  He poked her rib again, and she giggled. “Minx.” He placed his hand over hers. “I’m serious, I want no secrets between us. If we’re going to make it as a couple then we should be comfortable to talk about anything.”

  Couple. Theo Montagne wanted to be part of a couple with her. The idea didn’t suck. It was the opposite in fact.

  “Fine. You want to know about my past, here goes.”

  Carly sat up and moved over to the couch to face Theo. She pulled the blanket over her chest, as much for warmth, as for support. Part of her didn’t want to see his face and the judgment that would surely follow, but she had to gage his reaction. She needed to know if he would change his mind. She wouldn’t blame him if he did.

  As if sensing her desire to pull away, Theo got up and joined her on the couch. He shifted her legs onto his lap and rubbed her legs over the blanket. “Take your time, I’m listening.”

  “My dating history isn’t much more than yours. At sixteen I thought I'd fallen in love. Our parents were friends, and my dad loved him. My boyfriend was a hockey player although not nearly as talented as you.”

  “Few people are,” he said, earning him a glare loaded with contempt. He smiled like she was shooting rays of sunshine in his direction. “What? It’s true.” He had a point, but he didn’t have to sound so conceited.

  She rolled her eyes and continued. “We were young, and slaves to our hormones. We dated for a year before we had sex and we were together for another six months after that. He was always kind of selfish and cocky, but when you’re sixteen and in lust nothing matters. I had dreams of walking down the aisle with him until the summer came and he went away to hockey camp.”

  Carly took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “We broke up two weeks after he left. I showed up for a surprise visit and caught him cheating on me. He admitted it wasn’t just that one time, but the entire time we were together. He bragged about all the other girls and told me I didn’t measure up. Told me he never loved me and had been using me. He was a dipshit, but I was devastated. When he got back from camp, he had the nerve to show up at my house to get me back.”

  “You didn’t though, right?”

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p; Oh, how she wished she hadn’t. “My dad let him in and told me to sit down and hear Kevin out. My dad, the guy supposed to be on my side and always have my back. Well, I wanted to make him happy, so I listened and we ended up back together.”

  There was the judgment she expected. A look that said: smart girl, stupid decision. “That’s harsh. Guys can be fucking insensitive sometimes. I’m sorry he tainted your view of hockey players forever. We aren’t all dipshits as you put it.” He chuckled, and so did she.

  “I wish it was only him. Kevin and I lasted a month before he got bored with me and moved on. I only took him back to make my dad happy, but every time Kevin kissed me, I would cringe, picturing him with someone else. Eventually, I healed and moved on. My next boyfriend was another stellar decision on my part. Dad liked Gabe from the start. He hunted, fished and played hockey.”

  “I’m sensing you have a type Miss Saint.” Theo joked, but he was right. Carly had a specific type and Theo hit all her buttons.

  “Guess that’s a good thing for you.” She leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before sitting back to finish her tale. “Too bad for me; Gabe turned out to be a selfish douche, worse than Kevin by a mile.”

  “Why did you two break up? Because you moved here?”

  She looked at the soft blue around his corneas, pulling strength from him. “We got pregnant a few months into the relationship. I told no one but him. He wanted me to abort, but that didn’t feel right. My parents had tried for years to have more kids and couldn’t. They miscarried three times. Ending things on purpose wasn’t an option for me. When I told him that, he called me a slut and said the baby wasn’t his. He spread some nasty rumors about me around town.”

  “Son-of-a-bitch.” Theo sounded angry on her behalf and that was touching.

  “Pretty much. He broke it off with me and slept with like five other girls in the two weeks before he finally accepted the truth. I took him back, not because I’m a glutton for punishment, but because he was the father of my unborn child. What else could I do? I was seventeen, pregnant and about to become a total disappointment to everyone. We decided not to tell anyone until we absolutely had to. I went through some dark days and Gabe got really busy with hockey. When he came around, he was mean and forceful. I was so scared to be alone that I clung to any shred of attention he gave me.” Carly’s hands shook over her stomach. A reflex from long ago.