Tripping (Iced #2) - Kristine Allen Page 0,39

Using my thumb again, I moved her panties to the side, lifted her until my cock popped up seeking her heat, and brought her down until the tip slipped in.

I’d intended on easing into her, but she dropped hard and seated my length into her tight, throbbing sheath. The sensation was exquisite, but I could tell by the shock on her face that she hadn’t thought that through.

“Easy, baby,” I crooned as I slowly raised and lowered her over me. Once she relaxed, I drove up into her harder. The squeezing of her walls around my cock told me it was good. Then with every rise of my hips, hers slammed down on me, causing the sounds we made to fill the room.

The first flutters told me she was getting close, and I doubled my efforts. Reveling in the wet slap as we collided, I noted the telltale tingle that shot down my spine and hit me in the balls.

“I’m gonna come, Bleu, but I need you to come with me,” I said through gritted teeth. It was taking everything I had to hold back my release, it was that fucking good. Her uneven breaths and the way she twisted her hips slightly with each stroke was my undoing. My fingers clenched her flesh in a bruising grip, and as the gush of her cunt soaked me, I reared up and in my brief moment of white-hot bliss, I ripped her panties on both sides.

Coming down from the heavenly high of our shared orgasm, my head spun.

“Godammit, I knew it would be good with you, but I wasn’t expecting that,” I said into her wild curls.

I felt her body shake with silent laughter and a satisfied smile spread from ear to ear.

She didn’t know it yet, but she was mine and I was never letting her go.

“Love & Tatters”—Broke Royals

That night marked the change in our relationship. It wasn’t the sex, though that was over-the-top hot. No, it was everything. The dinner, the thought he put into the entire night, the fact that he’d been prepared to take me home after the show. He’d had no thoughts that wining and dining me, then giving me a gift, was going to get me to jump in bed with him.

It was completely my choice.

He had a home game Saturday, the night after we went out. Jett and I were there, wearing our McGregor jerseys and yelling until we were hoarse.

“Come on, ref!” the man behind me shouted. According to him, the referees were missing a plethora of penalties the other team was committing.

The fight for the puck took them back to their end and toward their goalie, Jordan Beck. He was poised to block while he tracked the puck with his eyes. The shooter managed to get in close. The first shot, he dropped into what I thought I remembered being called a butterfly slide or something like that. The next, he caught in his big glove. The sound seemed to echo across the ice.

It was amazing to watch, because the puck moved so dang fast, as a spectator it was hard to keep track of at times. I couldn’t imagine trying to do it on the ice. And balancing on those damn death traps they called skates.

The thought of them made my hand reflexively reach up to where I’d had my staples removed on Thursday.

The Amurs got the puck back and passed it back and forth like they could read each other’s minds.

One of the opposing players slammed Cameron against the glass in front of us, and my heart leaped into my throat. I shot to my feet as I joined the crowd in heckling the asshole player who’d dared do that to him. The home crowd loved their boys, and I was a little afraid I might as well.

At least one certain player.

Cameron had been patient, yet tenacious since the first night we’d met. He’d been sweet, yet bold. And last night he’d been caring and yet domineering in the most delicious way. The way he’d taken control and brought out my acquiescence to every demand—sweet Jesus. It had been unlike any of my other sexual experiences. Not that there were many, but they were melted vanilla compared to the rich, exotic flavor of us together.

“Go, go, go, go!” Jett cheered as he gripped my arm, pulling me out of my thoughts. Holding our breath, we watched as Cameron and his teammates Alex and Kris broke away. The speed with