Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

26. Del

Chapter 26

Del

A feral sound rips from my throat. Fuck me, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

I look down at Ingrid, her long, blonde hair messy, her skin flushed, her mouth swollen from kissing.

I run my tongue along my lip, her sweet taste still coating my mouth.

I still can’t believe how perfect this is—how perfect she is.

I think about the way she played with her pussy in front of me, how she trusted me enough to do something so vulnerable. How she trusted me enough to let go and surrender to pleasure. How she let me be part of it—how she let me help her feel good with my hands and my mouth.

I have to take a second and breathe so I don’t come right here in my pants, like a fucking teenager.

Everything about this woman turns me on. Everything about this woman drives me wild in the hottest way.

I unzip my pants and slide them off, then slide off my boxer briefs. I grip the base of my cock, which is so hard, it aches. Ingrid’s blue eyes go wide as she watches me.

“You want to ride this dick, sweetheart?”

She nods. “Yes. Please.”

I lean down and fish my wallet out of my pants pocket. But when I open it, I instantly deflate. There’s no condom.

“Shit,” I mutter.

“What’s wrong?”

I let out an embarrassed laugh. “I thought I had a condom. But I don’t.”

A sweet smile tugs at her lips. “It’s okay. It’s not like we planned this.”

“I could, uh, ask if Blomdahl has one. Or one of the other guys…”

She winces. “Is it okay if we don’t? I, um, don’t love the idea of having to ask someone from the team for a spare condom.”

I nod. “I get it. It would be kind of awkward.”

I drop my pants on the floor and move to sit back down on the edge of the bed.

Ingrid stands up and moves between my legs. She runs her hands through my hair. “There are other things we can do, even without a condom.” She flashes that sexy smile I love so much.

“Like what?” I tease.

She gets on her knees and pushes my legs apart. Then she grips the base of my cock and pumps me with her hand. With her other hand, she grips my balls and gently palms them.

Pleasure shoots through my cock, all the way up my abdomen. My head falls back and I grip the edge of the bed.

“Jesus,” I mutter.

When I look down, Ingrid lowers her mouth to the head of my cock. Slowly, she swirls her tongue along the head. My knees buckle. Thank fuck I’m sitting down. If I had been standing when she did that, I’d have collapsed onto the floor.

“Holy fuck…” I growl as she swirls that heavenly tongue over and over around the head of my cock.

When she takes me in her mouth, I mutter a curse. She runs her soft, wet, hot mouth up and down my shaft. The whole time, she grips the base and works my balls in her other hand.

I tug my hand through my hair and try to regulate my breathing. It’s a fucking struggle though because this woman is an absolute demon with her mouth.

After just a couple of minutes of working her mouth and tongue all over my dick, that tell-tale tightness in my balls hits. Heat pools in my balls and at the base of my spine. I’m seconds away from coming.

I glance down and see those bright blue eyes gazing up at me. Her lips are pink and swollen as she sucks me off.

“Sweetheart…I’m gonna come,” I mutter.

She makes an “mmhmm” sound and works my dick and balls faster in her hands. And then she flattens her tongue and runs it up the underside of my dick.

A second later, I spill down her throat. I come so hard that my ears are ringing and I can’t see clearly for ten solid seconds.

She slowly pulls off my dick and sits on her heels. I hunch forward, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m panting as I catch my breath.

She peers up at me, a smug little smile playing on those gorgeous lips.

I reach down and gently grip her chin in my hand, then pull her up to kiss me.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re gonna kill me with that mouth.”

She giggles. I pull her onto the bed and lay her down. When she tries to pull me down next to her, I shake my head.

I scoot down on the bed and press my palm against her pussy. Her mouth falls open as she gasps.

“I may not be able to give you my dick right now, but I’m still gonna fill you up and make you come. Hard.”

I slip two fingers into her pussy and hum at how wet she still is.

I glide in and out, slowly at first. Ingrid’s eyelids flutter, just like before. She breathes harder and faster the longer I finger fuck her.

Her eyes go glassy as she stares up at the ceiling.

“Oh my god…” she babbles. “How are you so good with your hands?”

“Practice.”

She chuckles, but then cuts herself off with a moan.

After a minute, she reaches down to touch her clit, but I push her hand away.

She leans up, surprised, until I lick the thumb of my other hand and gently tease her clit.

Her eyes roll back and she falls back onto the bed.

I think about the way she touched her clit earlier and repeat those same moves. Slow, gentle circles at first before picking up speed.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

“Amazing,” she murmurs.

“I can’t wait to fuck you properly, Ingrid. To slide my hard dick inside of that perfect pussy, over and over until you come.”

She nods frantically, her blonde hair tangling against the sheets.

“Yes…I want that…”

“I can’t wait to feel that perfect pussy tightening around me, milking the come straight from my balls.”

Her eyes widen, like she’s shocked at the filthy things I’m saying. But then a second later, she smiles. I pump faster with my fingers. She whimpers and shudders and clutches the sheets. Oh, damn. She really likes it when I talk dirty.

I watch her, mesmerized and in complete awe of how sexy she is when she’s aroused.

My eyes drink in the pink flush all over her body, the way her nipples turn to adorable stiff little peaks, the way her gaze turns cloudy and unfocused, how she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip the more turned on she gets.

She’s close. So close.

“I want your cock inside of me, Del. So bad,” she says in a breathless, whiny voice.

I lean down and lower my face to hers. I capture her mouth in a filthy, teasing kiss. And then I pull back and look her straight in the eye.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna come hard with my fingers inside you. And then the next time we’re together, you’re gonna come even harder on my dick. You’re gonna forget your own name, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

Panic flashes in those beautiful blue eyes. A second later, she breaks.

“Del!” The sound of my name as she screams out in pleasure burns into my brain. Fuck, I love the sound of her shouting my name. I wanna hear it again and again.

I keep working her clit and her pussy in my hands as she thrashes against the bed. When her movements start to ease, I slowly pull my hands away so I’m lying next to her.

I take in the bright red flush on her chest and cheeks. I lick the tiny beads of sweat dotting her forehead and kiss her. She lets out a giddy chuckle.

For a long moment, I just sit there and look at her. She’s so beautiful and wild when she comes. And I’m the lucky fucker who gets to see her like this.

I lie next to her and wrap my arms around her, cuddling her into my chest. I press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Holy fucking wow,” she whispers. I laugh.

She leans back to look at me. “Dirty Del shouldn’t be your nickname on the ice. It’s way better suited for you in the bedroom.”

I laugh and kiss the top of her head when she snuggles back into me. “If you say so.”

I pull the down comforter over us. We’re both quiet as we cuddle together in bed. After a minute, fatigue kicks in. Soon, Ingrid’s breathing turns heavy as she falls asleep. It’s not long before I fall asleep too.