Delayed Penalty (Empire State Hockey #5)

Chapter 9 – Avery

Chapter Nine

Avery

I ’ve spent the last six years cheating myself out of mind-blowing orgasms by staying with Peter, and after tonight I’m super pissed about it. I don’t have anyone to blame but myself; I mean, I stayed with the guy even though I knew from the beginning he wasn’t an expert in female anatomy. Hell, that man can’t tell a clit from an asshole if he has a magnifying glass and a picture book for reference. Harris, on the other hand, could play my body like a fiddle blindfolded and upside down.

The after effects, though, of lying here in his bed, our naked bodies still sprawled out together as we work to catch our breath, this might be more damaging to my emotions than the actual fucking was.

This feels more intimate between the two of us, whereas, people fuck all the time just for fun, you don’t have to make it mean anything more than what it is.

“What the hell did you just do to me,” he groans as he rolls off of me and onto his back, his arm still under me and even that minimal contact almost feels like too much.

“Me? I’m pretty sure you just tried to kill me with your dick.”

“Oh, but what a way to die that would be.” He smirks as we both catch our breaths.

Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I roll over and kick my feet off the side of the bed and grab my shirt and throw it on, shoving my boobs back in the lingerie at the same time. No need for the girls to be out any longer, they’ve served their purpose and they have the battle scars to prove it.

Peter can take his battle scars; I much prefer mine.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I stop, quickly turning to face him where he’s now perched up with his back against his headboard, his dirty blonde hair pushed to the side, his fifty-four pack of abs out in the open, leading to that delicious V just barely covered by the sheet.

Damn him

Looking up, I see he’s smirking.

“Like what you see?”

“That’s a pretty dumb question seeing as I just fucked you, wouldn’t you say?”

He smiles even wider and goddamnit if I was wearing panties they’d be soaked.

“Then why are you running?” he asks, the unspoken ask for me to stay is clear as day in the way his eyes watch me.

Why am I running?

“I’m not sure.”

Pulling the sheets back, he pats the bed, his cock hard and ready, the visual reminder of just how big he is, is enough to feel exactly where he was inside me less than fifteen minutes ago.

Yet you still want more you, dirty bitch.

Yes. Yes, the fuck I do.

“Get your ass back in bed,” he growls, his eyes lowering down my body and my skin sparks alive at the approval in his eyes. “I’m nowhere close to being finished with you, yet.”

Thank god. I’m not ready to be done either.

But I can’t tell him that. That would make me look desperate, like I want more than just sex, more than what we can give each other with our bodies. That I can’t want… at least not from him, not when I know that if I trust him again, I’ll give him the power to destroy me.

This has to stay just physical

It has to be.

So, I do what I can to make sure it stays physical.

Unhooking the lingerie from behind me, I let it drop to the ground until I’m completely bare in front of him, nipples hard as he watches me intently. His eyes are on fire as he looks me up and down, drinking in every inch of my skin and I’ve never felt more cherished… more special, than I do in this moment.

Taking a few steps forward, I ignore the open spot next to him and instead move to the foot of the bed, crawling over the covers until I’m straddling him. Sitting on his strong thighs, I look down, his hard cock jutting up, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip. Leaning forward, I lick it, my tongue swirling along the tip of his cock as I make sure to lap up every bit of his cum.

“ Fuuuck ,” Harris groans, a guttural sound as I circle my lips around just the head of his cock, sucking gently until his hips are bucking, his hands gently pushing into my hair. I can tell he wants more… more than that, I can tell he needs more.

Unfortunately for him, he won’t get it until he begs this time.

Continuing on at a torturous pace, I slide my tongue down the shaft, one hand coming down to cup his balls, giving a tight tug which causes his hips to thrust up.

“No, sir,” I say, pulling back, leaving his cock bobbing between us, spit still connecting us. “Use your words if you want something. You don’t get to just take.”

He cocks his eyebrows, a little smirk playing on his lips and I immediately blush.

“At least, not right now,” I add, remembering all the times I loved how possessive Harris would get. It was like when he was fucking me he would just let go, taking me until he physically couldn’t anymore, and I loved how unhinged he became. It was like he became this feral version of himself that was desperate to have me.

That’s the version of Harris I want to let fuck me this time.

Taking him into my mouth again, I slide my lips down his length, slowly coming back up and doing it again. I watch him the entire time. His eyes are on me, his hands in my hair and I can see his breathing is changing, he’s getting more and more turned on which is exactly what I want.

Taking him in deeper, I feel him hit the back of my throat, my eyes watering at the contact as I feel myself almost gag. Pulling back, I do it again, this time taking him to the back of my throat and holding, letting my eyes water at the intrusion. With our eyes locked, I watch him.

“I need more,” he says, his hands fisting in my hair but not pushing on me. He knows I’ll pull back if he tries to take control. “Avery, please…”

With that last word, I swallow, letting his cock slide in just that much further. His hips push forward, like he’s unable to help himself and at this point I can’t even be mad. With a quick nod toward him, he takes the hint and takes control.

Gripping my hair tightly, he holds my face still and fucks it, his hips thrusting up as he slides his cock in and out of my mouth.

“You feel so fucking good, Ave. This mouth,” he says, sliding out slowly before quickly slamming back in, “was fucking made for my cock.”

His words spur me—opening wider, I let him in just that much further, that much deeper until the pressure is almost too much. The look in his eyes, the pleasure I see, it makes it all worth it. With my hands on his thighs, nails digging in, I let him fuck my mouth.

“I’m going to come. Do you want me to pull out?” he asks, but I just take him further, to hell with my gag reflex. I want to taste him.

The small glimpse before wasn’t enough. I crave more. I crave the look of ecstasy on his face when he comes, knowing I brought him there. His eyes widen at the realization of what I want. It must excite him because somehow each drive of his cock feels more intense, his pace messy as his last bit of restraint snaps.

I feel the tug on my scalp become more intense as his grip tightens, his length now sliding in and out with more ease. With wild eyes and fast thrusts, he comes.

As he slows, I don’t stop, wanting every last drop of his cum. I want every sensation of his orgasm to be incredible, knowing it’ll still only be a percentage of the way he made me feel.

“You’re fucking perfect, Ave,” Harris says, his hand moving from my hair and caressing my cheek. He’s looking at me with such adoration I can feel my eyes start to well up.

Leaning down he moves to kiss me, but I pull back.

“You just… I probably still have you in my mouth,” I say, warning him before he goes to kiss me again.

Lifting me up, he pulls me with him as he rolls on top, his mouth finding me in the motion. He doesn’t hold back, his mouth assaulting my own in a bruising, fast-paced kiss that I can’t help but moan into.

Pulling back, he looks at me. “You think I care about my cum in your mouth? I’m not afraid of my own cum, especially when it’s your mouth I’d taste it from.”

“You’re—” I start, but he’s already leaning back in.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

As you wish.