She groans out and the vibration shoots to my balls. I see her ass moving from side to side and one hand is buried in between her legs.
“You touching your clit, angel?” I ask her as I pump into her mouth as she nods and takes me back in. Her spit drips down my balls. “Rubbing it in little circles?” I ask her as I see her close her eyes. “Finger your pussy,” I tell her as my balls start to get tight, ready to fucking blow. Her mouth goes faster on me and she finger fucks herself. “Angel, I’m about to come,” I tell her, waiting for her to get off my cock. Fuck, I’ll be happy to come on her tits if I have to. But she doesn’t let me go. She just does it faster and faster and moans out as she comes all over her fingers and I come down her throat. I thrust softly as I grunt out my release. Closing my eyes, I spill into her. I’ve never had someone suck my cock like this. She took as much pleasure in it as me. She wanted to suck it more than I wanted her to and that makes it so much fucking hotter. Plus, my girl is dirty talking what she needs while giving me what I need. When she finally lets go of my cock, it’s almost with a plop.
“That was—” she says and I don’t let her finish as I pull her to me and my mouth shuts her up.
I slide my tongue into her mouth and my cock, which was almost going back down, stands back up, waiting for an encore. We spend the night trying to one up each other. I’ve never come harder than when she sat on my face and gave me a hand job at the same time.
Fuck, I don’t even know what time we went to bed, but I was dragging my ass on the ice the next morning, and the guys thought I brought someone to my room when I took off my jersey the next day and saw four hickeys on my chest. Four.
“Someone got lucky,” Phil says.
Ryder chimes in, “Was that your girl I heard yelling all down the hall last night?” He laughs as he rips the tape off of his leg. “Steve and I were running up and down the hallway trying to find it.” He laughs and I just shake my head. “Was it the blond waitress who was all tits over you?”
“She was not,” I say, pulling off my skates. “She was like that with everyone.”
“Um.” Luka puts his finger up. “I’m still waiting for my fucking water.” And we all laugh. “And my food, for that matter. When I asked her for my burger she looked at me like I was bothering her.”
I shake my head and go into the shower where Matthew sees me,
“Jesus, did you go to war with a Hoover?” he asks and I shake my head as I turn the shower on. “Jesus, she fucking scarred you near your penis. That, my friend, is her marking you. No one’s going to suck your dick now that it’s got purple shit near it.”
I look down and see the little devil got my hip.
I get back to the hotel ready for a fucking nap and when I open my door I toss the key down on the desk and walk into hers as she sits in the middle of the bed on the phone, her white bra back in its place. I see my mark under it.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll get back to you,” she says as she hangs up. “I guess you didn’t speak to your sister?” she asks me as I flop down next to her, taking off my baseball hat. “So apparently she is invited over for Thanksgiving this year, since her and Karrie are like best friends now and well,” she says but stops and leans over to kiss my lips. “Missed you,” she says against my lips and then gets back up. “Denise said that she usually hangs around the hospital with you and you cheer people up, so now my whole family is coming to the hospital and having a big dinner.”
I look over at her. “They are going to love that.” I pull her hand down so she’s over me and she smiles as her hair covers our faces. “Kiss me,” I say and she does, no questions asked. “You marked my dick,” I say when she sits up again, and she shrugs her shoulders. “Your brother saw it.”
“He saw your dick?” she asks and scrunches up her nose.
“And the guys drilled me on who I was banging last night because apparently your yelling was heard all the way down the hall.” I laugh as she opens her mouth and covers her face, mortified. “I guess from now on we have to do all the yelling in my room.”