You Had Me at Hockey (Bears Hockey #2) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,69
drunk,” she announces.
My lips quirk. “Good to know.”
“I wasn’t trying to keep up with you tonight.”
“You were staying sober so you could kick my ass at foosball.”
She laughs. “Right.” She wanders into her living room and sinks onto the couch.
“I had fun tonight. Your friends are cool.” I sit beside her.
“Good. I like them. They don’t always listen to bad poetry or look at Tibetan art.”
“I love Tibetan art.”
She frowns. “You do?”
“No.”
Her face clears and she laughs.
“I mean, I might love it. If I knew what it was.”
She turns into me and kisses me. “You’re pretty cool, too.”
I set a hand on her hip. “So are you.” I kiss her again, licking inside to taste her sweetness. I fucking love kissing her…deep, openmouthed kisses with tongue. My blood all rushes south and my cock stiffens. I groan against her lips.
“What are you going to show me tonight?” she whispers.
“No idea. We’ll wing it.”
She pulls back and her eyes dance with mirth. “You? Wing it? You mean, you don’t plan your sex moves ahead of time?”
“Don’t mock me, woman.” I slide a hand around the back of her neck and bring her mouth back to mine for a hard kiss. “Even I don’t do that.”
“I’d like to try sixty-nine.”
My cock twitches. “I’m up for that. Literally.” I rub my hand over my erection.
“Oooh.” She caresses me there too. “Yes, you are.” She uncurls herself from me and stands, holding out a hand. “Let’s go.”
I let her pull me across the room and into her bedroom. I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, then undo my jeans. She sits on the side of her bed, watching me, her tongue slicking over her bottom lip.
“What about my poem?” she asks huskily.
“Oh yeah.” I shove my jeans down and step out of them along with underwear and socks. I saunter toward her, naked, giving my cock a much-needed stroke. “Roses are red, violets are blue.” I pause. “Get on your knees, you know what to do.”
Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip on a smile that then breaks free and lights up her face. “Yes. Yes, I do.” And she slides off the bed onto the rug, on her knees in front of me.
Chapter 22
Sara
Josh climbs onto the bed and stretches out on his back. The hard-packed muscles of his abs and chest are so freakin’ perfect. I love the bulge of his thigh muscles and the black ink on his shoulder.
I strip out of my clothes while he watches with blazing-hot eyes, and follow him onto the bed on my knees.
“Come sit on my face,” he orders me in a tone as rough as tree bark. I crawl toward him and turn around, straddling his chest, my legs pressed to his ribs. He lays his hands on my ass as I reach for his cock
Oh Jesus…his tongue slides slowly up and down my slit. I open my mouth on him again, but it’s hard to focus with his mouth on my pussy. I plant my hands into the mattress on either side of his hips and slide my mouth over him, as deep as I can take him, then lifting back up. I love the feel of him in my mouth, so solid and large and vital. I trace his veins, then slick my tongue over the tight crown.
His mouth works at me. I feel like my bones are melting, my skin is burning, my head is whirling. Then he stops, his hands sliding up my back, and I hear a low growl of pleasure. I keep sucking him and then his tongue touches me again, sending electric sensation jolting through me.
I need to come, but my orgasm is out of reach and it’s not going to happen if I’m concentrating on his beautiful cock and making him feel good.
“This isn’t working for me.” I roll off him and onto my back, panting.
He jackknifes up, his abs flexing, and leans over, his lips wet. “No?”
“Too much going on. And I want you inside me.”
“You got it, babe.” He grabs a condom, moves over me, and pushes inside me. I reach for his sides and hold on as he gradually eases in, watching my face.
“Oh yeah…yeah…that’s so good.”
He dips his head to kiss me, his mouth still damp from eating me. “So fucking good. You’re such a hot little thing.”
I can’t hold back a whimper, his words making my insides melt, and I grow slicker around him. “Harder.”