I traced one of my fingers down the opening of her shirt and slid my hand over her tit until I cupped its weight in my palm. “Are you sure?” I asked, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her nipple.
“Very sure,” she said, nodding her head with a smug grin spread across her face. “Since you’re going to give me a fuckpology for being a jerk today instead. And you know how much I like those.”
“Am I?” I murmured against her lips. “Was I really bad enough that you deserve one?”
She wiggled underneath me and wrapped her legs around my waist so they were interlocked behind my ass. “You were really bad. Some might even say horrible. So I think I more than deserve one. A really good one. Maybe even the fuckpology to end all fuckpologies,” she teased. “So you better get cracking.”
“When you put it that way, it must have been extremely bad. I’m so sorry, moya printsessa,” I whispered as I bent lower to capture her mouth with mine.
I kissed her softly at first, licking at her lips and lightly sliding my tongue against hers. I took my time and kissed her until she was panting against me and running her hands through my hair. Her hips started to move, grinding her pussy against me as she tried to create the friction she needed, but I was denying her by holding still.
I trailed my lips across her cheek to speak softly in her ear. “Slowly, Aubrey. I’m going to take my time and give you all the attention you deserve.”
Her legs dropped away as she relaxed against me. “Mmmm,” she sighed dreamily. “I like the sound of that.”
“I love having you under me, your body to do with as I please,” I rasped out before moving down her neck.
I could feel her pulse beating rapidly and bit down gently over it. Her breath hitched and she gasped out my name. I could feel the moisture gathering at the tip of my cock as it pressed against my boxers, but I ignored the raging desire for now because I wanted to worship the body underneath mine first.
“I want to see your pretty tits, moya printsessa. Take off your shirt and show them to me,” I demanded as I lifted myself up so she could reach between us.
She raised the hem and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a black lace bra.
“Do the panties match?” I murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I rose to my knees and undid the button on her jeans. She lifted up so I could move them down her legs, and I tossed them to the side so I could enjoy the sight of her spread out before me, dressed only in her bra and panties.
“You make it hard to go slow, looking like that. You don’t look like my good girl,” I grated out. “You’re dressed very naughtily today.”
“Except I wasn’t the one who misbehaved, was I?” she asked. “I am your good girl, but you were so mean today.”
“Ahhh, I like it when my Aubrey is so playful in bed,” I said, loving how she didn’t hold anything back from me. “Lose the bra and panties so I don’t confuse you for a bad girl who needs to be punished.”
“You’re awfully bossy for a guy who’s supposed to be worshipping my body to make up for being mean today,” she complained once she was completely naked.
“Can’t stop being me. And you need to remember to wear those again sometime,” I requested. “When naughty Aubrey wants to come out and play.”
“Oh yes,” she promised. “That’s definitely going to happen, but I want my fuckpology now. Please.”
“Your wish is my command,” I murmured. Then I spread her legs open so I got closer to her body as I knelt between them.
After running my hands up her thighs and across her stomach, I stopped to palm her breasts and leaned down to lick at her nipples. I feasted on her tits, moving my mouth between them as I licked and sucked and nipped at her skin. I squeezed them together and trailed my tongue down the middle.
“I want to fuck you here,” I said huskily. “I want to slide my dick between your luscious tits and have your tongue flick out to taste me as I drive upwards. I want to feel them hugging my cock while I move between them until I shoot my come all over your chest.”
“Do it,” Aubrey whimpered. “It sounds so good.”
“But that would be for me, and tonight is about you, isn’t it, moya printsessa?”
“Not if I want it too,” she argued.
“Maybe we’ll save that for when you wear the black again. Good girls deserve to be worshipped, but bad girls… Well, they deserve to be used. But maybe just a little since we’d only be playing.” I chuckled darkly as I moved farther down her body. I loved how turned on she got when I talked dirty.
I lifted her ass in my hands and licked her pussy lips on the outside over and over again, avoiding her clit until she was dripping wet and begging.
“Please, Luka,” she gasped when I blew against her damp flesh.
“Yes, Aubrey. Whatever you want,” I promised her.
“Your mouth. Your fingers. And then your cock,” she said, listing what she wanted for me.
I circled my tongue over her opening, getting closer and closer with each swirl until I heard her whimper in need. I stiffened my tongue and drove it as far inside as I could while I ate her pussy like a starving man until I felt her starting to flutter inside. I swept my tongue up to her clit and flicked lightly while I replaced my tongue with two fingers deep inside her walls. I knew she was close, but I wanted this to be a big one, so I slowed my movements to let it build more deliberately until she was squirming in my arms with need. And then I added another finger as I sucked on her clit and felt her pussy clench against me as she howled with pleasure. Fucking magnificent.
I kept slowly pumping my fingers, trying to draw it out for her. As soon as she started to calm down, I ripped off my clothes and settled myself between her thighs. She blinked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, her hair spread wildly across my pillow. We’d talked about it a couple times, and I knew she had been considering taking this next step, so I had to at least ask to see if she’d made a decision yet.
“Can I go bare, moya printsessa?” I asked huskily.
She’d switched to the birth control shot about a month ago because it was supposed to be more effective. She wanted to make sure she limited her chances of getting pregnant if we stopped using condoms.
“Yes,” she whispered, finally giving me the answer that I wanted to hear.
I didn’t hesitate for even a second before I thrust into her body as deep as I could get, overwhelmed by the feel of her skin touching mine. It was the first time I’d ever done this without a condom before, and it felt amazing.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh God, Aubrey.”
“You’re so hot and hard,” she gasped. “Holy shit. I had no idea it would feel like this.”
“I don’t think I can make this last for you,” I warned, trying to hold still as I adjusted to the feel of her pussy walls clamping against my cock without anything between us.
“Don’t hold back, Luka,” she pleaded with me. “It isn’t going to take me much to go again. Just move. Please God just fucking move.”
Her demand got me moving hard and fast. I could hear us as we writhed frantically against each other, racing to the finish line. Flesh against flesh, balls slapping. I slammed inside over and over, harder and harder until I felt her body tense up below mine and her pussy clamp down my cock. It meant I could let go and my body knew it because I flew over the edge, my cock jerking and shooting streams of come into her body.
“Holy shit,” I muttered once I was done, and I dropped onto her body, breathing heavily.
“Why exactly did I make us wait this long for that?” she asked.
“I have no idea, but had I known it would be like that, I’m not sure I would have been able to stop myself from pressuring you,” I admitted, giving her a kiss before I levered myself off her body and dropped onto the bed beside her.
“You marked me again,” Aubrey groaned as she looked down at her boobs. “Are you going to do that every single time a guy does somet
hing around me to piss you off?”
I thought about it for a second and figured I might as well be honest even if it pissed her off. “Yeah, probably.”
“Luka,” she sighed. “Why?”
I traced the marks I had left on her skin and struggled to find the right words. “It satisfies something inside me to see my brand on you.”
“Your brand?” she questioned with an evil glint in her eye.
“That sounded bad, didn’t it?” I asked huskily, not feeling too bad about it because that’s how I felt. She was mine, and I liked when she had the marks to prove it.
“This relationship is a two-way street, right” she asked as she moved to straddle my hips.
I nodded my head in agreement, pleased with the way her mouth tilted up in a grin in response but a little worried about what was going on inside that head of hers. She lightly raked her fingernails down my chest before she leaned forward to place gentle kisses on my nipple. She murmured something so softly against my skin that I couldn’t quite catch the words before she moved her mouth up a little and then bit down hard and sucked deep.
“Fuck,” I hissed out at the sting of her teeth against my skin.
“Then I get to mark you as mine too,” she said triumphantly.
I couldn’t really argue with her logic when she put it that way. “You know I’m going to catch shit from the guys in the locker room this weekend, right?”
“You didn’t seem to mind when Lexi was the one teasing me because of the hickey you left on my thigh when we went swimming,” she reminded me. “Besides which—you started it. I just ended it.”
“You do know that this isn’t going to deter me from wanting do it again. If anything, I think it has the opposite effect on me,” I warned her.
“As long as I get to return the favor, I guess I can live with it,” she begrudgingly agreed. “Now shut up and rest a little before you have to leave for practice. It’s going to be a long weekend for both of us, especially you.”
I’d been right about the talk in the locker room at yesterday’s practice. The guys all thought it was hilarious that Aubrey had left a big bite mark on my pectoral muscle. Jason even asked Coach later if we could change our warm-up music and have “Another One Bites the Dust” added to the playlist. Coach didn’t understand why everyone was laughing their asses off at this request and just walked away shaking his head.
I didn’t let it get to me though because I knew I’d left a hell of a lot more marks on her than she had on me. Just knowing that she was going to walk around the tournament this weekend with them all over her chest settled something deep inside me.
Then, when I got on the bus with the team, one of those jackasses started playing an old Salt-N-Pepa song and everybody yelled out loud, “When you put hickeys on my chest,” along with the song. How the hell they’d found the song and got the guys in on it since last night, I had no idea. But I had to admit that it was fucking hilarious.
I ran my finger lightly over my heart, knowing that Aubrey’s mark rested over it. I couldn’t help but think that I was a lucky motherfucker because she put up with the shit I pulled from time to time.
Chapter 11
Aubrey
It turned out that road-tripping with Lucy was loads of fun. She took one look at my Volkswagen Jetta, ordered me to open the sunroof, and told me that she was driving. The girl certainly wasn’t very big on boundaries. Sharing a room with her was bound to be interesting, but at least I had a friend to keep me company at the hockey tournament while Luka was busy.
“Hey, do you mind if we stop at a store when we get closer to the hotel?” Lucy asked.
“Sure. No problem,” I replied. “Did you forget to pack something? Maybe you can just borrow from me?”
“You don’t happen to have any grapefruit with you, do you?” “Ummm, no. I didn’t pack any grapefruit,” I answered, feeling confused.
“Or a knife?” she continued.
A knife? She just asked me if I’d packed a knife for our trip? “Okay, should I be freaked out right about now?” I half-joked, holding my breath while I waited for her answer. I thought I’d gotten to know Lucy fairly well after spending time with her at every home game so far this season, but I couldn’t come up with a single reason why she’d just asked that.
“Ohmigod, you should see the look on your face right now, Aubrey,” she sputtered out while laughing. “Grab the Cosmo magazine out of my bag and you’ll see why I want a grapefruit and knife. It’s perfectly innocent. Well, okay, maybe innocent isn’t the right word, but I’m not going to do anything too bad with it.”
I twisted around to pull her purse open from where it sat on the back seat. The magazine lay right inside, so I was able to snag it pretty easily.
“Look for the article on sex tips,” she urged me.
I thumbed through, trying to find what she was talking about, and stumbled across the story quickly. It was about a self-declared sexpert who did online tutorials about all things sexual who had invented something called the ‘grapefruit job.’
“No fucking way,” I whispered as I read the detailed instructions on slicing the ends of a grapefruit off, hollowing out a hole in the middle, and then using it to blow your boyfriend’s mind—literally and figuratively—with the best blowjob of his life. “Is this shit for real?”
Lucy was giggling so hard that tears were streaming down her face now. “I have no idea, but I really want to know, so I figured a hotel was the best place to try it out because it’s bound to be very, very messy.”
“Crap. Turn right!” I yelled as I spotted a grocery store. “We are so going to get a bag of these fuckers because this is too good to pass up.”
Lucy parked the car and we wandered inside. She pulled me along while I Googled the sexpert from the article to find the YouTube video that was mentioned in the article. I was stunned to see that there were a ton of references for this chick when I had never heard of her before. But everyone had picked up the grapefruit job story and run with it after Cosmo’s article came out.
“I had no idea there were so many different kinds,” Lucy whispered to me, pointing at all the grapefruits lined up. “I wonder which one would work best?”
I eyed them all and thought about it for a second. “I think the sweeter the better. The last thing I want is to suck on a bunch of sourness while I’m doing this.”
“Ruby Red it is, I guess,” Lucy said as she grabbed a big bag of them.
“Do they even carry knives here?” I wondered aloud.
Lucy pushed me out of the produce section and towards the aisle that carried baking goods. “I’m sure they do. It might not be a great variety, but it just needs to get the job done.”
As the word job left her mouth, I cracked up laughing again. “That’s what she said,” I spit out while gasping for breath.
Luckily, we found a couple of knives and made it out of the store and to the hotel before either of us died of laughter. We’d made good time getting there, so we still had enough time to check in and change before the boys’ first game. By the time we made it up to our room, I remembered that I hadn’t played the video I’d found since I wasn’t sure how embarrassing it might have been in the middle of the store, and then I’d forgotten since we’d been too busy laughing.
I hit play on my phone and watched in wonder as she went into great detail about how to properly cut and hollow out the grapefruit, but I was intrigued by her description of how it would feel for the guy since she related it to giving him head and fucking him at the same time. I was about to turn it off when my jaw dropped in amazement because she pulled out a dildo and really seemed to enjoy showing the world her blowjob skills. But the noise—ohmigod, I would never be able to get the weird sounds she made while doing it out of my head. It was the exact opposite of sexy.
“What the hell is that noise?” Lucy asked as I lay on the bed, laughing my ass off at my phone.
I tossed it over to her. “Please tell me you don’t
sound like that when you’re giving Alex head.”
“Holy shit, Aubrey,” Lucy whispered as she watched. “She sounds like Darth Vader. Giving head.”
“How is it possible that we’ve only been here for, like, five minutes and already this is the most epic trip ever?” I asked.
She flashed me a grin as she handed my phone back to me. “Because you’ve got me as your partner in crime, baby.”
The team was scheduled to play three games—one tonight and two on Saturday. Luka had already warned me that he wouldn’t be able to spend too much time with me until all the games were over since their coach gave them a curfew for Friday night to make sure they were rested for the next day. Throw in the games themselves, warm-ups, and team meals and that didn’t leave a lot of free time. The only reason they were even staying over on Saturday night was that their game wouldn’t end until after eleven at night.
“Are you cool with a room swap tomorrow night?” Lucy asked, drawing me out of my thoughts as we sat in the stands, waiting for the game to begin.
“Room swap?” I repeated, confused by what she meant.
“Luka and Alex are rooming together and you and I are rooming together. The guys don’t have a curfew once the games are all done, so we should be able to have Luka switch with me so we each get some private time with our boyfriends,” she explained.
“Great idea,” I complimented her.
“Yeah. It’s just too bad we don’t have king beds in either of the rooms,” she complained.
“Although it might come in handy for the grapefruit job,” I whispered to her.
“Why would a smaller bed help with that?” she asked, looking at me like I was crazy.
“Not because it’s smaller,” I corrected her. “Because we have two beds in each room. One to get messy in and one to sleep in. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sleep in a grapefruit juice and pulp wet spot.”
“I knew it,” she hissed back at me. “I fucking knew it when we first met.”
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