by Maya Hughes
His hands snaked farther under my shirt, and he unfastened my bra. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and I shoved his shirt up, getting a better look at all the hard work he’d put into his body as the last flicker of the light faded.
The second it went black, it was like a caged beast was unleashed, or maybe there were two of them because we were both clawing at each other’s clothes. In unison, I whipped my top off, and he dragged his up, tugging it over his head. And then our hands were fumbling at each other’s pants, unbuttoning and unzipping our way to the prize we both couldn’t get enough of.
I managed to shimmy out of mine, and Declan got his pants over his ass. They were still on about halfway down his thighs. Sticking my hand along the side of the driver’s seat, I pushed it forward as far as it went. There was something I’d wanted to do and in the darkness of the car I felt bold enough to do it.
My pussy clenched as I wrapped my hands around his cock. I wanted him inside me now, but I was patient enough to wait. Licking my lips in anticipation, I sank to the floor. His head popped up off the seat.
“What are you doing?” The dim lights from the lot cast him in shadow, but I could feel the fire of his gaze on me.
“Just lay back and relax.” I wrapped my hands around the big, swollen crown of his cock and he groaned, throwing his head back against the seat.
Without another word I closed my lips around his huge mushroom tip. My lips strained to get him all inside. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I swore I heard his teeth clench. Using my hands to make up for the fact that he was practically choking me on the head alone, I worked my grip up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, Mak,” he bit out and slammed his hand against the seat as I let my teeth gently graze him. “Your mouth is heaven, honey. Fucking heaven.”
His fingers sank into my hair, tugging it up, piling it on top of my head. I ran my tongue along the crown of his head, savoring his musky flavor mixed with soap smell. I could feel the wetness coating my inner thighs as the muscles his legs tightened against my arms resting on him. I increased my speed, bobbing my head.
With his hand he helped me find the right rhythm that had him writhing under my touch. The stiff peaks of my nipples rubbed against his thighs, and my core throbbed, ready for him to sink inside of me.
Tightening his grip, he lifted me off him by my hair. My scalp smarted a little until I let him lead. My mouth came off his cock with a pop.
“Hey.” I reached up into my hair, and he dragged me to him.
“Too good. Your mouth is too fucking good. I don’t want to come in your mouth. I need to come in your pussy,” he growled. He slammed his lips into mine, kissing me but not just kissing. He was trying to breathe me in, burn this kiss deep into my soul so I’d never forget the night.
My shaky breath matched my heart hammering against my ribs. Tracing his lips with my fingers, I yelped as he nipped the tip of my thumb.
“Sit on my face, Mak.” His hands were still tangled in my hair, and our faces were less than an inch apart. His words caught me off guard and I faltered.
“What? No.”
“I want you to get up here and sit your sweet little pussy on my mouth, so I can eat you until you can barely stand it, and then I’m going to eat you some more.”
My body tingled at the hunger in his voice. But there were some things that were too far for me. I wanted to, but I didn’t know if I could.
“Declan, I told you. I’m not into that.” I tried to turn my head away, but he grabbed my chin, keeping me there.
“You think you’re not into it. And maybe you aren’t; maybe it’s not your thing. Give me one try, and I’ll do everything I can to show you how much you’ll like it.” He tugged me closer so our noses touched. My gaze locked on to his, and my clit cried out for attention.
“I want you bucking on my face so hard I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to breathe again. I want every drop of your sweetness, sweetness.” He tilted my head and nipped my neck. Thank god, I was already sitting on top of him because my knees would have given out as he whispered in my ear.
“I want you writhing and trying to get off because it hurts so good that you think you’re going to pass out. I want you to know how it feels to let me give you that and more.” His deep, dark voice made me long for something I’d written off long ago. My pussy cried out for it. Raw. Primal. Fierce. That’s what he was offering me, but I still didn’t think I could do it.
I leaned my forehead against his.
“I promise that I’ll let you go down on me, but not right now. Right now, I need you inside me. It’s your fault. You got me all worked up by letting me blow you.”
He chuckled. “That’s one you don’t hear too often. I’m holding you to this, Mak. Now get up here.” He lifted me and slide me closer, the insistent nudge of his cock throbbed against my ass.
Digging in the pocket of his jeans, he grabbed a condom, but the shift made his head rub against the molten heat of my pussy. The temptation to slide him inside was dizzying.
The rip of the wrapper snapped me back to my senses. That was insane. Steamy windows insulated us from the outside world. It was just the two of us in this car and the primal need to get him inside.
All thoughts not centered around his cock splitting me open, fled my mind as he grabbed my hips and shifted me, setting me over his latex-covered shaft. The pressure was immense, and every inch of me screamed to slam down and take him in one solid thrust, but he was drawing it out, letting us savor the way my slick pussy struggled to take him in. Canting his hips, he pushed in more, and it stole my breath away.
“Declan!” It came out like I was battling a case of laryngitis, and I dug my fingers into his chest, trying not to pass out.
Running my hands down the hard plane of his chest, I relished his smooth skin. His eyebrows were pinched, and the look of determination would have made me laugh if I weren’t being impaled on the instrument of my torturous desire.
“Jesus, so fucking tight.” His voice came out strangled, and a low moan broke out from my chest as he slid inside. The pressure edged on pain, and I threw my head back.
I groaned as he let me lower myself the rest of the way down. The rough zipper of his jeans scraped against my ass with each grind of my hips in time with his as he hit spots I hadn’t even known I’d had. A sheen of sweat covered my body even though it was chilly outside. The close confines meant our movements were smaller, quicker, more desperate. The wet sounds of our craving need for each other echoed in the car.
“More. More, Declan. I need it all.” There was a keening edge to my voice.
His grip was so tight on my hips I couldn’t even move up and down anymore. There would probably be bruises there in the morning, and I couldn’t wait for that shuddery feeling every time I saw them.
The grind got more frantic as he lifted his hips. As if he knew exactly what I needed, he slid a hand off my hip and, spreading our combined slickness around, toyed with my clit in expert ministrations.
In less than ten seconds, I threw my head back, grabbed on to the headrest, my fingers sinking in deep, and screamed out his name like my body couldn’t contain the ferocity of the pleasure coursing through me. I’d entered a different plane where a guy like Declan stood waiting for me outside work like an 80s movie version of a prince.
“Mak!” His voice was as desperate as mine.
His hands returned to my hips in a crushing grip as he shot me up so high I hit my head on the roof of the car. His cock expanded as he filled the condom, and another shudder raced through my body.
Collapsing onto his chest, my breaths came out fast and shaky. Wrecked. That’s what I was. Our hearts slammed against our ribs as we drifted down from our sex high. I’d never felt more alive. Like every inch of me was in tune with something else in the universe. Someone else. He’d sexed me into a different dimension.
I laughed, bouncing on his chest. Nuzzling my head into his warmth like I was looking for a place to nest
for the winter, I waited for the feeling returned to my limbs. I was content for it to never happen. To live out the rest of my days collapsed and satisfied on top of Declan.
His fingers brushed through my hair as he twirled it around my finger. I let out a sigh. And not one tinged with displeasure like I usually did. This was one filled with more contentment than I’d felt in a long time. The kind that scared you because it was so deep and complete. Our breathing slowed, and we slid out of the post-sex haze.
I peered up at him, and he had one arm tucked behind his head, propping it up some. Darkness enveloped us, and his eyes were in shadow. I traced my fingers along his chest, toying with his nipples, and he stroked my hair.
“That was fun. Should we do it again? Back at my place or yours?” I bit my bottom lip, and I made out the smile on his face in the nearly dark backseat.
“Someone’s insatiable, huh?” He tapped a finger on my nose. I guess I was.
“It’s your fault.” I nipped his nipple, and he laughed. Whenever I was around him, I felt like there were possibilities for my life I’d never seen before. It was crazy and amazing at the same time.
He winced as I slid off his chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“I have a cramp in my ass.” He sucked in a pained breath.
“I think I might have a few ways we could work that out.”
Grabbing my pants off the floor, I slid them on as he sat up, resting his head against the seat back.
“I think I’ve created a monster.” He chuckled, trying to pull his jeans up over his butt. I was ready for a very long night, and I swore wasn’t going to let any of my creeping doubts ruin it this time.
21
Declan
The slicing of skates across the ice and sticks whacking pucks into the net settled me after my antsy feelings from the second I ended the call with Preston. He’d told me to come down to the rink but hadn’t said why.
Showing up, I checked with the guys. He wasn’t there yet. I’d brought all my gear just in case. Leaving Mak early that morning had sucked. We were still working out what we were, and I knew it freaked her out a hell of a lot more than it did me.
I had been at least a little afraid I’d wake up and she wouldn’t be there again, but she was. My arms were wrapped around her, and I nuzzled my nose into her neck breathing her in. She broke out into goosebumps even under the blankets and in the circle of my arms. Her body knew, and I needed her mind to catch up. Kissing her awake, I’d let her know about my practice.
She grumbled and pushed my face away, sticking her head under the pillow. I liked that I could make her lazy in the morning. So tired she couldn’t even think of jumping up at dawn to go out for a run or to study. She wanted nothing more than a few more hours of sleep, and I couldn’t blame her.
Sitting on the bench and lacing up my skates, I squeezed my shaking hands into a fist. Get it together. Nerves were not something that hit me most of the time, the Archer situation excluded, but damn if I wasn’t freaking out a little. Not practicing with the guys had messed me up more than I’d let myself believe.
Preston called me out onto the ice. “Get your ass out here, McAvoy.”
My skates hitting the ice with the team whipping around the rink was like settling into your favorite chair. Familiar. Comfortable. Right.
“Looks like the slacker is finally ready to rejoin the land of the living,” Heath said, pulling off his best figure skating moves. If he wasn’t one of my best friends, I’d be tempted to trip him on his skates.
I gripped the stick in my hand and took off across the rink, my skates slicing through the ice as I ran through some practice drills. Puck after puck hit the back of the net, no matter where I was on the rink. It was like I had a homing beacon installed and I couldn’t miss. Seeing my freakish precision, some of the guys started to try to block me, stop my golden stick streak.
The game of “break Declan’s run” was born. Heath couldn’t even get in front of me, which had everyone’s heads turning, even his. Feeling like I’d never been so clear on the ice, I skated around the back of the net and out front and slapped the puck into the goal. Sweat poured off me as it was almost two versus one, and it had never felt better.
I was alive on the ice like I’d never been before. My focus and determination had always been there, but that clarity was all about Mak. There were a few people in the stands watching us practice, even this early in the morning, but I wanted her there cheering me on, wrapped up in a scarf and probably with a book balanced on her lap.
Our game of two on one broke up, and Preston called out the drills for us to run. Heath’s insanity workouts helped because I was blinded by sweat, wiping it out of my eyes, but I wasn’t winded at all and ran through the drills, keeping up my precision. As my body took over the memorized routine, my mind drifted back to Mak.
She was probably still tucked under the blankets. If Preston hadn’t called me, I’d had it all worked out on how I’d give her an early morning wake-up call. The disappointment the night before when she’d blocked me again from going down on her had transformed into a challenge.
I had no doubt she’d had a not so great experience before, probably from an asshat who didn’t know how to do anything right. I didn’t want that to be what her mind went to when she thought of someone going down on her. I wanted her to think of me with my head buried between her thighs. Her legs wrapped squeezing me tight as I savored all the sweetness she had to give.
She was so nervous and uptight about it, but that seemed par for the course.
All that pressure wasn’t easy. I knew about pressure. I’d cracked under it too. Every damn time I stepped onto the ice with my development team, but I never let what happened with the team let me stop enjoying my life. When we were together, she let that other side of her out. The snarky, playful, sexy side that not many people got to see.
As much as I wanted to keep that side of her my little secret, I wanted her to be that way all the time, even if it was just to stop how down she got on herself. Every single mistake was not a reason to lock yourself away in the library forever.
My new goal was to get her to relax. Whatever I needed to do to get her there, I’d do. There wasn’t that much time left in senior year, and then the real world came crashing down on all of us. If she didn’t get a little messy now, it would only be harder later. Get her to relax and make her feel something she’d never felt before. I zeroed in on those goals with as much laser like precision as I did weaving my way across the ice.
I skated harder and faster; everything around me was a blur. Grades were good, I was out on the ice with my team and I had got my girl. She might not know it yet, but Makenna was mine. She’d fight me tooth and nail, but that was kind of our thing at this point. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My legs were like jello, and my heart pounded after nearly an hour of nonstop drills and scrimmages. Skating to the bench, I grabbed my water bottle and sprayed the water into my mouth. It spilled out of the sides and dripped down my chin. I leaned over as my breath came out choppy and fast.
“Maybe we need to have everyone sit out the first part of the practice season,” Coach said, stepping into the bench box.
“Hey, Coach.” I stepped off the ice and into the box.
“Shower up and meet me in my office.” He jabbed his finger in my direction and took off down the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. The gnawing pit was back in my stomach, and I was torn between staying on the ice and soaking up the last of my time with the guys and facing my fate.
Preston clapped me on the back.
“Come on, let’s go.” I followed Preston back to the locker room, balancing on my skates as we walked into the sweat-, antiseptic- and heat balm–soaked room. I didn’t even bother getting changed. Taking off my skates and my jersey, I left my pads on and barely put on shoes. Looking like he had the same idea, Preston popped up in front of me.
“Ready?” The grim set of his lips didn’t in
still me with much confidence. Was this one last skate with the team before I was officially booted? I walked the long walk to the coach’s office beside Preston on numb legs, and it wasn’t from the workout.
The deans were notorious for not playing favorites when it came to student athletes. One of the football team’s star running backs had been caught cheating, and unlike other schools where they would have covered it up, they booted him. The team ended up with a 10-6 record, but the deans didn’t care.
My leg bounced up and down in the chair across from the coach’s desk. Preston sat in the chair beside me with the same grim look on his face. Our first game was only a few days away. I’d been completely ready to make my case to the coach to let me back on the team bright and early Monday morning, but the text came in before six a.m., and they beat me to it.
“I was in with your dean this morning. Made him come in on the weekend.” He flipped the folder on his desk closed.
I sat up a little straighter in my seat.
“Preston let me know you got an A on your midterm. He’s been very insistent that we reevaluate your situation.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your professor finally put those grades in, so arranged a meeting to see what we might be able to do about your suspension from the team.”
I held my breath, afraid to even move as he picked up the folder, stood and rounded the front of his desk. He tapped the folder against his palm.
“They don’t generally make concessions during the middle of the semester. I don’t want to set a bad example for the rest of the team.” He squeezed his forehead, shaking his head.
“Coach, it’s not possible for him to fail the course at this point. His grades have been high enough and in his other classes he’s doing well enough that he’s not in danger of getting anything other than a B- all semester.”
I peered over at Preston. Someone had been checking up on me. As much as I didn’t like that, he was going to bat for me. He always gave me a hard time, but to see him sitting there, not backing down to the coach, I had even more respect for him than I had before.
