Delayed Penalty (Empire State Hockey #5)

Chapter 8 – Harris

Chapter Eight

Harris

A ll I can hear is the sound of my heart pounding in my chest as we sit quietly in my car, moving through traffic like it’s nothing except a blur of lights and colors. I feel like I’m floating above the car, just out of reach of reality like I’m watching her, and I have this experience that feels like a dream. The only thing keeping me grounded in this car with her is the fact that since I got her buckled in, my hand has been on her thigh the entire time.

The feel of her skin beneath my fingertips, her small hand on top of mine holding me in place like she’s afraid I’ll move, it’s fucking electric.

This woman is everything to me—she always has been—even if I’m not sure she’s ever known how much she meant to me. But that’s not what this is and that breaks my heart because I wish we could just press a button and fall back into what we were before she met Peter. I wish I could have shown her I could’ve been enough for her if she would only give me a chance.

But if this is my shot back into her life, I’m sure as shit not going to scare her away by making this some big, life-changing night with declarations of love that will send her running in a heartbeat. No, I need to play it cool, even if the feel of her hand on mine makes me question if maybe she’s as drawn to me as I am to her.

Quietly turning into the parking garage of my building, I pull into my spot and quickly kill the engine. The silence in the car is thick with unspoken words; the dark, depraved fantasies that have plagued my mind for years are spilling out, surrounding us.

When I finally brave a glance her way, I find her eyes already on me, dark and hungry as they watch me, our hands still intertwined while her free hand slowly moves to unbuckle her seatbelt. I’m frozen in place as she starts to move, her cropped shirt riding up even more as she leans my way, showing me even more of her toned abs.

All I’ve been able to think about since I saw her at the bar tonight in those skintight jeans and low-cut crop top leaving just enough skin peeking out to drive me crazy is bringing her home so I can run my tongue along every inch of her body until she’s covered in my marks.

I need this woman.

Finally releasing her hand, I unbuckle my seatbelt and slide my seat back until there’s just enough room for her to sit comfortably in my lap.

“C’mere,” I growl as I grab her hand and tug until she’s moved over the center console onto my lap, a leg on either side as she straddles me. My hands immediately move to touch her, both gripping her hips as I press her down until she’s actually sitting in my lap.

“Sit, gorgeous. You’re not going to break me,” I say as her hands find my shoulders to steady herself as she tucks her knees on the side, her eyes cautiously looking around us like there’s going to be an audience waiting to catch us.

“Eyes on me, princess. I’ve got incredible tint plus no one’s usually in here at this time,” I say quietly as I run my fingers through her hair until I’m tugging the dark locks back.

The column of her neck is bare as the light from outside the car illuminates her skin showing me another perfect place to mark. Leaning in, bringing my nose to the soft spot right behind her ear, I inhale her feminine scent, something so uniquely her, I can’t help myself, and my tongue runs down the column of her neck until I get to the dip of her collarbone and suck.

She moans, a soft sound so sweet as her body writhes above me, trying to find friction and my senses are overwhelmed in the most euphoric way.

It's just her.

With every movement, every sound, every scent, I feel my cock harden beneath her, like a swan being called back to their mate, forever partners in this crazy fucking world. My cock, her cunt, perfectly made for each other like two romantic fucking birds.

Her hands move from my shoulders into my hair, tilting my face toward hers where she slams her lips to mine, a bruising kiss she immediately takes control of, her nails digging into me as she moves me exactly where she wants me, tiny whimpers falling from her lips as she tongue fucks my mouth.

I let her have this moment. There’ll be plenty of time for me to be in control later, but for now I want to let her explore, let her taste me, move me, whatever the hell she wants to do with me because it really doesn’t fucking matter to me.

As long as she’s touching me, kissing me, fucking me, I don’t really give a shit. I’m pretty sure she could do a handstand and kick me in the face, and I’d still say thank you, I’ll take another. Her teeth nip at my lips as her body lowers down further, her hips grinding along my hard cock and fuck, it’s nearly impossible not to come in my pants from just that sensation.

With one hand still lost in her hair needing the connection, my other hand starts moving in search of more skin as I slide my palm beneath her crop top, up the length of her back until I’m met with the lace of her bra and my fingers get stuck in the silky strings of whatever bra she’s wearing.

Only… this doesn’t feel like a bra, this feels like more.

Pulling away, I lean back in my seat, my hands moving to rest on her hips as she pants above me, her eyes blown with lust as she stays fixated on my mouth. Without thinking, I yank down the front of her crop top, earning me a surprised yelp as I expose the bra beneath, her rosy, pink nipples peeking beneath the lace just begging for my teeth.

Fucking lingerie—it’s official. Cause of death: Avery Walston being too fucking sexy.

“What do we have here, Ave?”

She looks shy, her cheeks pink from embarrassment and it’s fucking cute. Reaching forward I tweak her nipples, pinching and twisting as I watch her, giving her time.

“I wanted to feel hot,” she says quietly.

“For the bar?” I question, just wanting to understand because goddamn I feel so lucky that I’m the one that’s going to get to unwrap these perfect tits covered in lace like it’s my fucking Christmas present.

“Not exactly.”

What does she mean not exactly? For me?

Then it clicks.

Fucking Peter.

“You wore this for him?” I growl, my fingers tightening as I pinch her nipple harder, eliciting a breathy moan that I lap up with my tongue. Tracing the seam of her lips as she silently nods, I look down at the sight of her, this black lacey lingerie covering her perfect tits with tiny little bows that give her a fake sense of innocence that I want to tear to shreds just to get beneath.

“Fuck,” I groan, leaning forward and take her nipple in my mouth. I suck and bite, not holding back as her hands grip my hair and pull me in closer, urging me on like she wants more.

“What are you going to do about it?” she asks, the confidence returning to her voice as I see the little devil in her coming out, begging for more. She’s here to play, just like I was hoping she would be.

“Well, you see, Avery, I think I’m just going to have to fuck you hard enough that every time you wear this you only think of me.”

Her eyebrows raise, a tiny smirk playing on her lips.

“Who said anything about fucking tonight? I said I wanted you to touch me… never did I specify that I would be letting any fucking happen tonight.”

Her tiny smirk is now a full-blown grin, but I catch her off guard when I swing the car door open and with one hand gripping her ass, step out of my car, her legs now wrapping around my waist.

“What are you doing?” she whimpers as I spin us until her ass is pressed against my car, her hard nipples pressed against her lingerie. Thrusting my hips forward, I press my hard length against her core.

“I think we both know that once my hands touched your body, once you felt my cock press into you, we were fucking tonight. But if you’re so insistent on not , I’ll spend all night reminding you what else you loved about my body until you’re begging for me to give you my cock.”

She whimpers as I pop the button on her jeans, my fingers sliding into the front of her pants, right past the lace of her thong until I find her soaking wet, my fingers sliding between her lips, coating myself in her as her eyes flutter, her head falling back. I tease her, sliding my fingers back and forth before moving back to her clit. Pressing down with just enough pressure, her eyes meet mine as I move my fingers in slow, steady circles until she’s a whimpering mess against me, so close to plummeting over that edge to bliss. “I remember what it used to sound like when you’d beg me to fuck you. Your sweet, innocent voice so needy and desperate as you’d beg for my cock.”

Her hands grip my arms as I start to press harder until she’s nearly falling apart, her orgasm teetering on the edge as she starts moaning louder. Then, as quickly as it began, it’s over as I stop all movement, her eyes shooting open, wild with need as her orgasm slips just out of reach.

Lifting her back up, I toss her over my shoulder and press the elevator button just a few steps away from my car

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down .”

I’m sure if anyone were to walk by we would look ridiculous, me carrying her like a hockey bag just tossed over my shoulder, her tiny little fists punching my ass trying to get down. Good luck.

“No.”

“At least let me fix my shirt, my tits are practically free right now!”

“Fuck no.”

“Why not?” she whines.

“That’s hot as fuck. Plus, I’m reminding you what it felt like when you gave your body to me… reminding you why it’s worth it to beg a little every once in a while,” I tell her with a slap to the ass, the energy between us is playful, but I can tell by how still she just went that she’s thinking about before.

That makes two of us.

The ride up the elevator is the longest ten seconds of my life and by the time I’ve opened my apartment and walked to my room, I’m nearly salivating at the need to taste her. Throwing her onto my bed, Avery giggles as she bounces back, her hair pooling around her as she props herself back, her shirt bunched beneath her lingerie, her nipples hard and fuck she’s exquisite.

Grabbing her leg, I tug her until her ass is just on the edge of the bed, gripping her jeans, I slowly peel them down her legs and toss them on the floor. Dropping to my knees, I kneel before her, where it’s clearly evident that these panties she’s wearing are missing a very important piece of fabric.

The crotch.

Her eyes are on me, I can feel it as she watches me lean in, my tongue running along the inside of her thigh from her knee all the way to her core. Not able to wait a second longer, I run my tongue through her slit, her legs quivering around me as she moans at the contact.

Fuck. Yes.

“You’re so fucking soaked,” I groan, the taste of her on my tongue is just fucking perfect. “You taste so fucking good. Just think, you got all dressed up for him , yet it’s my face you’re soaking,” I rasp, before diving back in, my tongue lapping at her cunt as my hands push her knees down to the bed, holding her still.

“Fuck, you make this feel so good,” she whimpers, her legs trembling in my grip, her hips trying to lift higher to get more friction, but I keep her from moving. “I need more.”

Hooking my fingers in the edge of her panties, I slide them off slowly, the intensity in her gaze nearly makes me snap and fuck her right this second. Tossing the flimsy fabric to the ground, I look back over at her, her dark hair is in tangles, her cheeks tinged pink and her clothes in disarray, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me than she does in this moment.

She’s a mess, but she’s my beautiful mess. A sexy disheveled mess who’s damn near freshly fucked.

“Sit up,” I demand, and she listens immediately.

“Good girl. Arms up, Ave,” I say, and she does, allowing me to slide off her crop top, leaving her in just the bra with a mischievous smirk.

I can’t wait to fuck that smirk right off her face, but not tonight.

“As much as I love seeing you in this lace, I want to see you in nothing but my marks and my cum. Now, tell me what you want.”

Her eyes widen as she bites her bottom lip, her gaze slowly drifting down my body until landing on my hard cock.

“If you keep looking at me like that I’m not going to be able to maintain control,” I say, slipping a finger inside her tight cunt, my lips finding her clit and sucking hard as I finger fuck her slowly, moving in and out at a torturous pace. It doesn’t take long until she’s a writhing mess beneath me, her orgasm so close I can almost taste it, but she still hasn’t answered me.

“If you want me to let you come, you’re gonna have to use your words. Now, what do you want?”

She stares down at me, her cheeks pink, her nipples hard and it’s obvious what she wants…but goddamnit, I’m going to make her beg even if it means I come in my pants before she’s even touched me.

“I need you to fuck me. I need your cock buried inside of me and I need you to do this now, ” she whines, and fuck, I want to, but that doesn’t sound enough like begging.

Sliding my finger slowly in and out, I keep my motions going just enough that she’s on the edge of her orgasm, but not enough that she falls over that crest—I need to be inside of her the first time she comes tonight.

“I didn’t hear the magic word, Avery. How can it be proper begging if you don’t even say please?”

I can tell she wants to tell me to go fuck myself. That she wants to push my hand out of the way and finish herself off, but she’s no dummy. She may be a bit of a brat, but she understands that when she’s in this position with me, she doesn’t get to call the shots.

“Harris,” she says calmly, her tone is cut with an edge though. “Can you pretty please get your ass up here and fuck me? I’m going to lose it if I don’t have your cock inside of me in the next ten seconds.”

That’s all it takes. Standing up, I grab my shirt, slip it over my head and throw it down with the rest of the clothes. Popping the button of my pants, I slide them off, stepping out of them along with my briefs. Grabbing a condom out of my bedside drawer, I slide it on, rolling it up my hard length. Her eyes watch me as I lift her up and place her at the head of the bed, crawling over her body as I do so our bodies fitting together perfectly. My mouth crashes into hers in a frantic bruising kiss as I attack her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers as we taste and explore each other until we’re panting.

With one hand I grip my dick, stroking myself a couple of times as I stare down at her, her eyes glazed over as she watches me eagerly. Slowly lining myself up with her entrance, I push forward just a bit, just enough to notch myself inside. Her eyes widen, her nails digging in as the grip on my shoulders becomes almost painful.

“I promise I’ll go slow, but I’m going to need you to relax and let me in,” I whisper, my mouth just an inch away from her ear as I bury myself in her neck and her pussy strangles the head of my cock but fuck, it’s overwhelming.

“You’re too big,” she whispers. “It’s like you somehow got even bigger in the last six years and I don’t think that’s possible.”

“I’m not too big, Ave. Your cunt was made for me, you just need to relax and trust me,” I say, my hips pushing forward a bit, sliding in just a touch more before pulling out and doing it again. “Touch yourself. Rub your clit for me so I can give you all of my thick cock.”

She listens, one hand moving from my shoulder to her clit, her slow, steady movements beginning and I can feel the moment her body starts to relax, her tight cunt letting me in just a bit more. Sliding back out, I lean forward, kissing her, melting down against her as I thrust forward a little further this time, until finally my hips are seated all the way against her.

“Fuck,” she groans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as I repeat the movement, fucking her slowly to start but as she begins to moan I pick up the pace.

Fucking Avery is everything I could’ve dreamed of and more. My memories of what it had been like don’t even hold a candle to the real experience, and even then no one ever came close to replicating what we had.

Or have.

“You feel so good, Harris,” she says on a moan, her pussy clenching around my cock as I tweak her nipples, pinching one before switching to the other and my tongue continues its assault on her mouth.

Pulling back, I lean down, taking a nipple between my teeth and tugging, Avery’s mouth falls open, her dark pink lips in the shape of an O that I’m desperate to shove my cock between.

When I look back at Avery, her eyes are dark, hungry, like something has switched inside of her and she’s no longer in control.

“Fuck me harder, Harris, I seem to remember you used to have a little more intensity to your thrusts. Are you getting soft in your old age?” she purrs, humor in her eyes as she teases me, knowing I’ve never been able to back down from a challenge.

“You want harder? You want to remember what it feels like not be able to walk straight the next day? Every time you sit down, you’ll remember what it felt like for me to be seated deep inside you?”

“Yes, please,” she moans as I push down against her clit.

Lifting her leg, I throw it over my shoulder allowing myself an even deeper, more intense angle that I know drives her wild. Her head falls back as her hands search for something, somewhere to hold onto, landing on my back as her head falls back in ecstasy.

The feeling of her tight cunt around my cock, her body shuddering around me as I feel the tingly sensation in the bottom of my spine beginning, letting me know I’m starting to get close. Unable to hold back, I start fucking her savagely, every thrust harder, more intense as I angle deeper, her fingers still playing with herself as I lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth.

Her moans get louder when I bite and suck, moving to the flesh around her nipple I suck and mark all over them until I know she’ll be reminded of this night for days to come. But she doesn’t fight me, she leans into it as she arches her back giving me more access.

At this point, I need her to come. I’m so close to falling apart inside of he, that I need her to fall apart with me. “I need you to come with me now. Come on my cock, Avery.”

That’s all it takes for her to fall apart, tearing me over the finish line with her as I unload into the condom until I’ve strung every bit of each of our orgasms out.

Jesus fuck, if I thought fucking her six years ago was incredible, it was nothing compared to this.

I’m so fucked.