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Kingston

When I pull back for air, Ellie is staring up at me, continuing to stroke my cock in her fist. Her fingers are soft against my heated flesh, the continuous motion making me dizzy with lust. I fucking love the way she touches me. It’s as though she’s curious yet aware of her ability to make me lose my mind.

My jeans have worked their way down my hips, but I can’t think enough to push them lower. My brain is malfunctioning, my dick making all the decisions for me. Her touch is amazing, her silky-soft fingers gliding over my shaft, stealing the air from my lungs.

It’s too much but not enough. I plant one hand on the tiled wall above Ellie’s head and tilt my head back, allowing the sensations to take over. I have to focus on breathing, in no way ready for this to be over, but I can’t help but enjoy it.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registers that my jeans have worked their way down to my knees—likely Ellie’s doing—but I don’t open my eyes. The way her hand firmly strokes me, teasing the head every now and then…

“Fuck,” I bark, my head snapping down when I feel the wet suction of her mouth on my dick. My fingers instantly tangle in her wet hair as I take in the sight of her mouth covering the head. She’s kneeling before me, her eyes never averting from my face as she wraps those pretty lips around my dick and sucks. I have fantasized about this a million times, but those don’t hold a candle to the real deal. “Ellie. Damn, baby. So good… Aww, fuck.”

There are plenty of things I’ve fantasized about where Ellie is concerned, and they are all damn good, but this… Nothing beats having this woman on her knees, my dick tunneling in and out of her mouth while her eager gaze watches me.

“Oh, yeah.” A groan escapes me, my body rock hard, my dick pulsing against her tongue.

She takes more of me in her mouth, inch by slow inch, until she gags and pulls back. She releases me from between her lips, using her tongue to trail down the underside of my cock. I tighten my hand in her hair. If she isn’t careful, I’m going to come. After last night, getting her off with my fingers, listening to her whimper and moan, even the slightest spark is going to set off my fuse.

When she wraps her lips around me again, I reach down and cup her chin, needing to control the pace. Her submission is instant and I damn near lose it. Her hands go to my thighs as I begin slowly fucking her mouth. She never looks away, the heat in her gaze captivating me.

“That’s it, little girl,” I whisper roughly. “Damn, that’s hot. Watching your pretty pink lips around my dick…” I grunt, desperate to hang on to that last thread of control, but I can’t stop watching my cock tunneling in and out of her mouth.

Fuck. I have to stop.

In a minute.

Oh, damn, it’s good.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me in.

Yep, have to stop or I’m going to come.

It damn near kills me, but I manage to pull back. Reaching for her, I help Ellie to her feet. Her arms come around my neck at the same time I jerk her forward, our lips crashing together. I can feel every inch of her against every inch of me, but still, we aren’t close enough.

“Condom,” Ellie mumbles. “You better have one, Kingston.”

I chuckle at her insistence. Oh, I have one, all right.

“I’m not done teasing you,” I inform her. I specifically rec
all telling her I would make her come with my mouth and I intend—

“Oh, yes, you are. I can’t wait any longer. Need you … inside me.”

Okay, so the oral pleasure can wait.

It only takes a second for me to grab the condom from my pocket (I’ve been prepared for anything) as I kick my jeans off, then rip the wrapper open and roll the rubber over my length. Ellie pushes her shorts down her legs, kicking them and her panties away while I stroke myself slowly.

Not wanting to muddle this with words or conversation—because seriously, I’m one second away from detonation—I back Ellie against the wall, reach behind her knee, and lift her leg, opening her to me. With more patience than any man can have in this position, I guide my dick to her, rubbing the sensitive head along her slit.

“Kingston…”

I line up, meet her gaze, and then slowly push forward. Like a velvet vice, her body grips me, welcoming me, pulling me in. She’s so fucking tight. I push in deeper, trying to go slow, but it isn’t easy. She feels too fucking good.

“More… Kingston… Now!”

God, she’s sexy when she goes all cave-woman on me. So fucking hot.

Giving her what she asked for, I retreat slowly, then thrust my hips forward.

Ellie’s fingernails dig into my back, scoring my skin as she cries out my name. She’s so tight, her pussy seizing me as I push in deep. She attempts to move her hips, trying to take more of me.

“Hold that thought,” I growl, stilling when I’m seated fully inside her. She’s so tight, so warm, so wet … I’m on the verge of losing my shit. In an effort to maintain my control, I hold still a moment longer. “Now watch while I fuck you.”

I slowly pull back, sliding out almost completely before pushing back in. Over and over, I torment us both as we watch my cock slide deep, then withdraw. Her hand is on my ass, her fingernails digging into the muscles when she pulls me forward.

Ellie looks up at me, and I meet her gaze and hold it while I continue to screw my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt. When she starts to look down again, I tilt her head back up, forcing her to watch my face. As hot as it is for her to watch our bodies come together, there is something breathtakingly intimate about this, something that I’ve never experienced before. For me, sex has always been about the physical gratification, never anything deeper than that. But with Ellie, it’s that and so much more.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.” I pick up the pace, fucking her faster as I continue to stare back at her until her lids slowly close, her mouth falling open. “Open your eyes, Ellie. Look at me.”

When she opens her eyes, I tighten my grip on her leg, shifting her before slamming in deep, increasing my pace even more as I hold her still.

“Kingston… Oh … fuck…”

“Good?”

“So-o-o good.”

I slam into her repeatedly, fucking her harder, deeper, my entire body drawn tight, my muscles locking up as I fight my release. I’m so damn close, but I need her to…

“Kingston… Oh, yes… I’m…”

The walls of her pussy clamp onto my dick as I continue to thrust, never wanting this to end. Sparks ignite in my spine; my dick pulses as I try to hold out a little longer. My hips are on board as I continue to plow her, my heart racing as my climax nears.

It’s hard to breathe, but the sensation is intoxicating.

“Come for me,” Ellie pleads, her hands cupping my face, her eyes locked with mine.

That does it.

My release is so powerful I damn near take us both to the ground.

Kingston

I’ve never called in sick to practice unless I was hovering on death’s door. Fortunately, that has only happened one time, and I’d suffered a debilitating case of the flu.

Today, I probably should’ve bugged out and told them I was sick because my concentration is for shit. Somehow, despite my desire to move Ellie from the shower to her bed where I could make love to her for the rest of the day, I managed to pull myself away and get to the arena.

I did this for two reasons. One, I damn sure don’t want Spencer getting all up in my shit about what I’m doing with his sister. I’m sure he knows I took her home last night, and it wouldn’t have been a coincidence if I didn’t show up today. And two, I wanted to give Ellie a little space.

After what we experienced, I damn sure didn’t want to suffocate her by sticking around longer than I should have. Then again, I also didn’t want to rush out the door like I had somewhere else I’d rather be.

“Hey, Rush! You’re in goal tonight!” Coach calls out from his position near the boards.

I nod my head in understanding.

“You can head out if you want.”

“Or,” another voice calls out, “you can stay.”

I glance over to see Coach Putnam peering at me from the other end of the ice. He waves me down, and I abandon the net to go see what he needs.

“Why don’t you work with Locke for a half hour or so? Let’s focus on penalty shots.”

I nod. Oddly, I’m relieved at the opportunity to do a little coaching today. I definitely need some time to focus on the here and now. We’ve got a game tonight, and if I go out there like this—with my mind still in that shower with Ellie—I’m going to be shit on the ice.

At least this way, I can force myself to focus and not risk personal injury when my mind floats back to what happened between Ellie and me a short while ago. Because I know for a fact, that’s exactly where my head’s going to be until the next time I see her. Which I hope is really fucking soon.