Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies #3)

by Toni Aleo

  “Fuck,” he breathes when I take his nipple between my teeth, biting lightly. His hands take me by the hips, squeezing me as I go on all fours, licking the head of his cock. “Oh, fuck me.”

  “Trying,” I whisper against his cock before taking it in my mouth and moving my lips up and down him. Soon, he is thrusting into my mouth the way I wanted him to. Taking me by the back of my head, he is quickly fucking my mouth with an urgency that has me dripping down my thighs. My eyes are watering with each thrust, but I love it. Fucking love it. Each thrust is demanding as I suck him in and he pulls out, his sounds of pleasure encouraging me not to stop. I want to taste him, but soon he is stopping, pulling me up to kiss me.

  “Jace,” I pout as he lays me down, pulling my jeans off. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”

  He pauses, my jeans at my knees, and says, “Really?”

  I nod, a grin pulling at my lips. “Yeah.”

  Pulling my jeans off, he throws them over his shoulder. But he pauses when his eyes fall on the scars on the insides of my thighs. I hadn’t realized the lights were on due to the white-hot desire coursing between us. I almost press my legs together to hide them, but then his fingers are tracing them before he looks up at me. “These don’t define you, Avery.”

  My throat is thick with emotion as I nod slowly. “Okay.”

  “You hear me? This isn’t you anymore.”

  I nod with more force, tears stinging my eyes before he nods and goes back up on his knees. Pointing to his cock, he says, “As you were.”

  I don’t think he realizes how much this moment means to me. I’m still out of breath, one side of my mouth quirking as I go back to all fours, opening my mouth for him. When he pushes his cock into my mouth, I close my eyes, the velvety smooth skin of him so good, I only want more. As he thrusts in and out of my mouth, his tempo increases. His hand wraps around my hair, pulling with each thrust, my name dropping off his lips in the most sinful way. When his hand comes around, squeezing my ass, I gag at how far he goes in, but then he is coming. Closing my eyes tightly, I don’t care about anything else but his come going down my throat and his guttural moan filling the room.

  Satisfaction courses through my body as his cock throbs in my mouth. When I look up at him, God, he is beautiful. His body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his head hanging behind him as he sucks in air and lets it back out. “Good Lord,” he moans out as he backs away, his cock falling from my lips. “You hot little thing,” he teases as he squeezes my hair in his hand, my scalp burning from the roughness, but I crave it. Pulling my head back, he takes my mouth, his tongue searching, playing with my tongue, only making me wetter as I get lost in his kisses. When he pulls away, I whimper for more, but he shakes his head.

  “Turn around.”

  I go to roll onto my belly, but he stops me. “No, stay on all fours but with your ass this way.”

  I do as he asks and I put my ass in the air, ready for him to enter me. But when his mouth is on my pussy with a vengeance, I cry out. He opens me up, his tongue moving along the inside of me, along the entrance of my pussy, fucking me ever so slowly. Gripping my hips, he fucks me with his tongue, his fingers biting into my ass as my shrieks become louder and I clutch the sheets for support. Trembling under the assault of his mouth, my whole body tenses up. But then he stops. I look back, but I don’t see him. I don’t have to wait long before I feel him, though. His head is between my legs and then he is pulling me down so I’m sitting on his mouth.

  “Holy shit,” I cry out, my knees on either side of his head, my hands coming up to hold my breasts.

  As he devours me, I shake with anticipation, ready to come, ready to release as his tongue flicks along my clit, making me wild with lust. He moves his fingers inside of me, and I jerk against him, the sensation too much but so freaking good. As he sucks my clit into his mouth over and over again, his fingers going deeper and deeper, I’m so high in the clouds, I’m unsure if I can come back down. But soon my body shakes with my orgasm and I quiver against his mouth as he continues to suck me through it. I thrash against his mouth, jerking from the overwhelming love he is bestowing on me. He chuckles as he stops, smacking me lightly against my clit.

  “Jace,” I cry as he does it again.

  “That’s right. Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs against my lips before pushing me back up and hopping up behind me. Pressing my chest to the bed, he tangles his hand in my hair as he drops kisses down my back, sending shivers throughout my body. Closing my eyes, I try to collect myself as the sound of a tearing condom wrapper fills the room. When he enters me, I suck in a breath, my whole body tensing up from the invasion. But it’s welcome. Damn it, it’s so welcome. Taking me by my shoulders, he lifts me before he starts to pound into me, each thrust so hard and fulfilling I almost can’t handle it. I lift my ass so he can go deeper, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he pounds into me. And I’m gone. So fucking gone.

  The smack of his body against my ass is like music to me and soon becomes my favorite sound ever. When I look back at him, he looks so beautiful and in the zone. But then he reaches for me, one hand holding my breast, his other hand finding my clit as his teeth sink into my shoulder. Crying out, I watch his face as he fucks me with his cock and his finger against my clit. He demolishes me, and I almost can’t stay up on all fours as he sends me into convulsions, my orgasm rocking my body so hard.

  As he kisses my shoulder, I squeeze my eyes shut, his name falling from my lips as he pounds into me. It’s so damn good, such a tight fit as my body squeezes him. When I open my eyes, our gazes lock, and I feel it. We are falling even more for each other. I wonder if he feels it too. The euphoric, all-consuming feeling of his taking what he wants from me and my giving it to him. He can have it all. Everything.

  With one hand at my hip, his other takes me by my chin, and then he is jerking into me, his own orgasm racking his body. His fingers bite into my jaw, but I just turn into his hand, biting his palm, causing him to cry out ever so perfectly. Pulling me against his chest, he takes my mouth with his, his hands holding me close as we get lost in our kisses. It was so frantic, so much need between us that I’m trembling against him. Squeezing me tightly, he kisses me once and then twice before pulling back to look at me.

  He looks more than gorgeous, and I can’t even fathom how I got here. How I was able to get the most amazing, sweetest guy ever to want me. I mean, he’s just beautiful. His face is red, sweat dripping down his temple, and his lips swollen from our kisses. Kissing my nose, he leans his head against mine, sharing the same uneven breath with me. Just like we are one.

  I don’t ever want anything else but this.

  Holding my gaze, he cups my jaw, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “I loved the song you sang tonight.”

  I laugh. “You rock my world and then you bring up a song?”

  He grins, sucking in breaths. “The whole time you were singing, I just wanted you, but it was more than that. I love it.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, I almost thought it was for Todd, but then you looked at me like you are now, that hot, sex-kitten look, and I knew it was for me.”

  “It was,” I whisper, our lips moving against each other not in a kiss, but just a feel. When he pauses, his eyes burning into mine, I smile. “What?”

  Looking bashful, his eyes are blazing as he asks, “Does it feel like the first time, every time to you?”

  I raise a brow. “What do you mean?”

  “Like, do you get the butterflies still?”

  I hadn’t until he said that, and as they go nuts in my gut, I nod. “I call them June bugs now.”

  His forehead presses to mine and his eyes fall closed. “I hope that feeling never ends.”

  “Me too.”

  “I hope this never ends.”

  I close my eyes and my heart skips a beat as I slowly nod against his head. “Me too.”

  Running my finger lazily along her spine, I look out the window as l
ight begins to fill the room. It’s early, only five, and I have no clue why I’m awake. Probably because I’m so used to it from working for the last three weeks at the coffee shop. But man, I wish I could go back to sleep. Today, I don’t have to work or go to practice, it’s guaranteed sleep time, but instead I’m staring at the ceiling.

  I look over to Markus’s bed and see that he is not there. He didn’t come home last night. Interesting. Guess this thing with Mekena is going well. He may have not been very committed or even think it could work, but every time I see him, I see her, so I’m thinking it is. Not that it’s any of my business. I have my girl in my arms and nothing else matters but her right now.

  Looking down at Avery, I smile as I move her hair out of her face, kissing her forehead. She nuzzles into my neck and my grin grows. I remember when she told me she didn’t like to cuddle. I kind of don’t believe her, though. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t that she didn’t like it, it was that she never had the chance to enjoy it. Hell, that could go for a lot of things. Especially hockey, because since my first game, she’s come to practice and she doesn’t look bored. So yeah, I think I’m right. She doesn’t know what she likes because everything she’s had has been shit.

  Not anymore.

  When she pulls back, looking up at me sleepily, her brows pull together.

  “Why are you awake? I thought you didn’t have work or practice.”

  I nod. “I don’t. I’m just awake.”

  “Oh,” she says with a yawn before cuddling back into my side. “Try to go back to sleep.”

  I chuckle. “Trying.”

  She closes her eyes, her arms sprawled lazily across my chest as she lets out a long breath. Looking up at the ceiling, I close my eyes and I stay like that for a very long time. But it’s no use, I’m not going back to sleep. Glancing back down at her, I know she isn’t sleeping and I don’t want to disturb her, but I’m bored.

  Reaching for my phone, I scroll through my Facebook until she says, “Shit, now I’m awake.”

  “Sorry.”

  She shakes her head. “No big deal. We can just lie here.”

  “Mm,” I say, dropping my phone to my side before nuzzling my nose in her hair, my arms wrapping around her naked body. “My favorite place to be.”

  Her lips curve as she rubs her nose along my jaw. “You need to shave.”

  I shrug. “I’ll get to it.”

  Still rubbing with her nose, her fingers come up to my jaw and my eyes fall shut at her touch. “I think I like it.”

  “Then I’ll keep it.”

  “Tattoos and scruff are kryptonite to some girls.”

  I smile. “True, but I only want to be kryptonite to one girl.”

  “This is true,” she says against my jaw. “And you are just that.”

  “Awesome, winning as usual.”

  “Jeez, there isn’t enough room in this bed for us and that big ol’ head of yours.”

  “Don’t hate, appreciate.”

  Her body shakes with laughter as she holds me tightly, and I feel on top of the world. When she tilts her head back, her eyes on me, I smile at how gorgeous she is. Her eyes are still sleepy, her face red on one side from lying on me, and her grin…it just feels right. Like she is meant to look up at me in bed with that little kitten grin. As I get lost in her eyes, I wonder what she’s thinking or how she’s feeling.

  Is she in love with me as I am with her?

  “You’ve only been in love once?” I find myself asking. I’m not sure why I said that, but I want to know. Just like that, the grin is gone. Shit. Looking down at my chest, she presses her nose to my neck and I look at the ceiling, wishing like hell she didn’t shut down on me like this. I mean—

  “Yeah,” she says, interrupting my inner monologue of bitching and moaning that I’m in love with a girl who doesn’t want to share shit with me. “Caleb.”

  “Caleb?”

  Please don’t be Caleb Rutherford.

  “Caleb Rutherford.”

  Fuck me. For some reason, I knew it was him, though. Ever since I realized who her brother is, I wondered. There used to not be a moment when you didn’t see Caleb with Matty. Sometimes I questioned if they had a thing the way they were constantly together. Not sure what happened to him, though. I haven’t heard anything about him in a while, but he was a damn good player…

  Oh, shit.

  Swallowing hard, I say, “So it was serious?”

  She shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, it was on my end, and I thought on his end, too.”

  “What happened?” I ask, my heart pounding inside my rib cage.

  Sitting up, she leans her arms on my chest, holding her head up as she looks down at the tattoo on my chest. Running her fingers along it, she says, “I always had a crush on him when we were growing up. He was always around because Matty was up his ass twenty-four seven. I mean, it was only natural that I would fall for some hotshot hockey player. He was good-looking and he would flirt with me when Matty wasn’t around. He was my first kiss, my first time, my first love, and then it just went sour. I don’t know, but he was just mean.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m not sure. It’s like it was a light switch. It was crazy and then he broke up with me, and I was devastated.”

  “And you started cutting?”

  She nods, working her lip. Swallowing hard, she looks up at me. “He was so mean, Jace. I mean, like over and above mean. Even after we broke up, he still contacted me just to be hateful.”

  “What a fucktard.”

  She nods. “I loved him, but then I wonder if I was obsessed because I wanted to be loved so damn bad.”

  I nod. “Maybe.”

  “Yeah,” she says, looking absently at my chest. “It sucks. He really did a number on me.”

  Her eyes are full of pure agony, and it kills me to see. Cupping her face, I run my thumb along her jawbone. “I’m sorry. If I ever see him again, I’ll kick his ass.”

  Her lips curve as she shakes her head. “You won’t. He stopped playing.”

  “Why?” I ask, my heart in my throat. I hate what I’m assuming, but it’s just so easy to. Her dad has the power to ruin careers, and if Caleb broke Avery’s heart, any father would do just that. Even douchebag fathers.

  “I’m not sure. I never got the full story because Matty and he stopped being friends.”

  “Really?” My heart is thudding in my throat. “Why?”

  “No clue. Laurence told me once they got into a fistfight about something—not me, believe me. I asked since I hoped my brother would fight for my honor, but he hadn’t. It was about something else. No one knows why, but Caleb disappeared after that.”

  “Wow,” I say, finding my voice. “So your dad didn’t ruin his career?” She shoots me a look of annoyance, and I shrug, a forgiving smile on my lips. “Come on, Avery. Dude was good, and for him to just quit… That’s odd, you know?”

  “No, I do know. But no, the way I hear it is he quit himself. Stories fly all over the Princeton Hockey Club, and from what I heard, he wasn’t getting the position he wanted. Matty and Laurence were getting everything, so he quit. He was crazy stuck-up and entitled, so maybe that had something to do with it. I don’t know, but last I heard, he’s touring Africa.”

  “Africa? Over hockey? That’s blasphemy,” I add with a grin, and she smiles as she shrugs.

  “Yeah, I don’t know. I try not to think about him much. Everything about him is a bad memory.”

  I nod slowly as she laces our fingers together. “How old were you?”

  “Fifteen, almost sixteen.”

  “Wow, so it had to suck.”

  “Yeah, it blew badly. I didn’t think I would recover.” Her statement sounds loaded and I want to ask more, but she shrugs, looking up at me. “But I did. It’s a struggle, and sometimes I get overwhelmed, but I’m trying to do what makes me happy.”

  “That’s all I want,” I say, kissing the back of her hand.

  Smiling shyly at me, she says, “I
t’s ’cause of you, Jace.”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, I’m happy because of you.”

  Bringing her flat against my chest, I kiss her nose. “Same here, baby.”

  Pressing my lips to hers, I close my eyes as our lips dance together in perfect unison. This girl and kissing are my two favorite things lately. As her hands thread through my hair, I hold her face, my body going taut and my cock coming to life. I roll on top of her, and she grins as I press myself into her hot center. Kissing down her throat, I go to her chest, but then she taps me.

  “Markus isn’t here, is he?” she whispers, her eyes wide, and I shake my head.

  “Nope.”

  “Oh, didn’t he go out with Mekena last night?”

  Kissing her throat, I nod. “He did.”

  “Guess it went well.”

  “Yup, he got lucky. Now hush and let me get lucky.”

  Her airy giggles intoxicate me as I kiss down her body, dipping my tongue in her belly button. Moving her thighs apart, I kiss each one, moving my nose along each of the cuts. There is no possible way I can explain how much I hate them. Or him. I hate Caleb. How he could do this to her, or better yet, how her family could allow her to maul herself without notice just breaks me. Hurts me soul deep. I wish I would have known her. I wish I had been her first love, her first kiss, and her first lover. Because I wouldn’t have done that.

  I would have loved her.

  And she would have never harmed herself. Never.

  When I dip my tongue between her lips, she arches off the bed into my mouth. I swear, I love how responsive she is. She screams like no other, and boy, does it wind me tight. Pushing her legs back, I take her wet center into my mouth, devouring her as she squirms beneath me. She tastes like heaven, and I could stay between these thighs for the rest of my life and not give two shits. Life is great when I’m between these thighs.