Pucking Only (Night Hawks Hockey #2)

Chapter Sixteen Star

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: STAR

SKYLER

The soft glow of my laptop screen fills the room as I sit cross-legged on the couch, typing away furiously. I’ve been immersed in the code for hours, trying to make sense of the lines and animation interactions that have been giving me trouble. I’ve got the windows open and it’s raining outside, the sound making for a soothing background noise that keeps me grounded.

I lean back, rubbing my temples, trying to clear the fog in my brain. Since I fly back to California in about three weeks, I’m really starting to feel the pressure of getting this done. I need to have something really amazing to present to Ferguson by then. My thoughts keep drifting, and no matter how hard I try to focus on the game, I can’t stop replaying the events from last night out of my head. Carson was so off his game. I’ve never seen him like that before, especially on the ice. Grace hasn’t either and was genuinely worried that something was wrong with him. He’s always so sure of himself and confident. What was going on? And why can’t I stop worrying about him ?

It’s both frustrating and distracting. I need to push it out of my mind, but it’s like it’s lodged there, refusing to budge.

Just as I’m about to dive back into my work, there’s a knock on the door. The sound startles me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I wasn’t expecting anyone. What time is it? Looking at my phone I realize I’ve done it again — worked for hours without realizing it. It’s nearly 10:00PM. Is Grace stopping over to check on me since I’ve been an unintentional hermit all day? Throwing on the old Naruto shirt I have draped over the couch, I hop up, cross to the door, and look out the peephole. My heart slams against my chest and I let out a gasp.

Carson.

Before I can think better of it, I yank the door open. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. His hair is still damp, probably from a shower, and there’s a tension in his posture that makes my heart skip a beat. I haven’t seen him since the game. The sight of him now, here at my door, is both surprising and unnerving.

And, damn… he looks so fucking hot. He’s wearing a white t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest and - sweet Jesus - gray sweatpants.

GRAY-FUCKING-SWEATPANTS!

“Carson,” I say, my voice coming out more uncertain than I intended. “What are you doing here?”

He exhales, a heavy, frustrated breath, and deep blue eyes meet mine, filled with something I can’t quite read.

“Can I come in?” he asks, his voice low and strained.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I reply, stepping back to let him in. I close the door behind him, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach. This is the last thing I expected tonight, and I’m not sure I’m prepared for whatever this is about.

Carson doesn’t say anything at first, just paces the small living room like he’s trying to find the right words. I watch him, trying to figure out what’s going through his mind. Finally, he stops, turning to face me. The intensity in his gaze makes me freeze.

“We need to talk about the other night,” he says, his voice rough around the edges.

I blink, stunned by his directness. The other night. I know he’s not talking about the game. He’s talking about the night that, despite my best efforts, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about either. I’ve tried to push it to the back of my mind, to chalk it up to a momentary lapse in judgment, but it’s always at the back of my mind, haunting me.

I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “Carson, I — ”

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he snarls, moving to stand directly in front of me so he can glare down at me.

My jaw drops and I stare up at him in disbelief. “Me? I’m driving you crazy? Are you fucking kidding me? How do I drive you crazy?”

He gnashes his teeth and looks absolutely feral. “Because of that night.”

“It was a mistake, Carson!” I insist, though my body tingles when I remember how good it felt to have him inside me. How well he stretched me and reached so deep into my pussy…

Shit, no! I am NOT thinking about that right now!

“Yeah, it was a mistake,” Carson agrees. “Doesn’t mean thinking about it and your perfect pussy doesn’t drive me crazy, though.”

Heat pulses through and my breath leaves me in a rush. I try to maintain my composure, even as I feel my cheeks heat, but not with embarrassment.

“Well, hold onto those memories,” I snap. “Because it’s never happening again.”

“Of course not,” he hisses, stepping closer to me. “I’d be an idiot to fuck you twice. ”

“Asshole.”

“Brat.”

Before I realize what I’m doing, I grab the back of his neck and pull him down into a hungry kiss.

Shock registers in the stiff set of his shoulders, but it barely lasts a second before he's kissing me back with an intensity that steals my breath. His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against him as his lips move fiercely over mine. The world spins, and I have to cling tighter to him to keep my balance.

“Star…” he groans between kisses, using that pet name again, but this time I don't stop him. This time, I kiss him harder.

His hands are on my waist, guiding me backward until my back hits the wall. There's no escaping now, not that I want to. He breaks the kiss for a moment, just long enough to press his forehead against mine while we both catch our breaths.

“I thought you said this couldn’t happen again,” he manages to rasp out, his voice rough and filled with emotion.

“Shut up,” I pant, unable to do anything more than reach up to grip his hair.

He lets out a shaky laugh that sends warmth flooding through me. His eyes meet mine and there's a softness there that makes my heart pound in my chest.

“Good,” he murmurs before crashing his lips onto mine again.

I open my mouth and he slips his tongue in as he picks me up off my feet. Moaning, I wrap my legs around him and cling to him as he carries me down the hall toward the bedroom.

“What are we doing?” I breathe out, only half in control of my senses. The feeling of his lips pressing against mine, the thrill of his strong arms carrying me, it’s all too much, too fast .

“Something we both want,” he whispers back, kicking the bedroom door open with a soft thud.

My heart hammers in my chest as he drops me onto the bed. He hovers over me, his eyes darkened with desire. Carson leans down to nuzzle my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine. His lips find mine again in a demanding, rough kiss. My pussy throbs with need and I want him naked. Grabbing his shirt, I tug at it, wanting it off him right the hell now.

“Stupid clothes,” I growl. “They’re in the way!”

He chuckles against my lips, pulling away just enough to yank the shirt over his head and toss it to the side. His chest is bare now, tanned skin and toned muscles gleaming in the dim light. My fingers greedily explore his torso, tracing over the hard ridges of his abs, causing him to shudder above me.

"Star..." he murmurs again, the nickname rolling off his tongue as if it's all he knows how to say. Maybe it is — maybe he can't say anything but my nickname when we're like this — lost in each other, tangled up in sheets and heavy breathing.

I grin, enjoying the way he’s kind of breathless just from my touching him. Feeling devilish, I pinch one of his nipples, giggling when he yelps.

“The fuck was that?” he demands to know, snatching my wrist and pinning it above my head.

I smirk. “What? Don’t enjoy a bit of nipple play?”

He growls and grabs the hem of my shirt, tugging it upward until I arch my back, allowing him to pull it off completely. A gasp leaves me as the cool air hits my skin but it’s quickly silenced by another kiss.

“Oh, Star.” He raises his head. “My little brat. You want nipple play?” he hisses. “I’ll give you nipple play.”

His lips are everywhere — on my neck, my shoulder, trailing down my stomach, before he settles on my breasts and starts sucking my nipples. He grazes his teeth over one before biting it, making me jump.

I moan my back arching off the bed as sensation pulses through me. His stubble scrapes over my skin, increasing the sensation, and I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He groans against me, the sound vibrating through his lips and along my skin.

Carson holds me down at my waist, keeping me firmly in place while his other hand trails down my body. Fingertips press into my hip bone before they continue their journey downward. The anticipation of where they're headed causes my breath to hitch.

His lips finally leave mine as he moves lower down on my body, heat scorching my skin in their wake. Carson's eyes meet mine for a split-second before he dips his head between my thighs.

I let out a gasp as he buries his face there, and begins licking up my slit before focusing on my clit like a starving man. A moan escapes from somewhere deep within me.

"Carson," I cry out, my head falling back onto the pillows as he makes me writhe beneath him. His tongue is relentless, teasing and tormenting me. His arms snake around my thighs, holding me in place as waves of pleasure crash over me.

"Holy shit…!" I gasp, my body arching off the bed as I come undone under his skilled mouth. He doesn’t stop though. His tongue continues its assault, pushing me closer to the edge once again, moving between my entrance and my now oh-so-sensitive clit.

My heart is pounding in my chest as he crawls up my body, his lips crashing onto mine again. I can taste myself on his tongue and it sends a shiver down my spine. Our lips move together in a frantic pace before he pulls away, his eyes dark and filled with lust .

"You taste so good," he groans.

I’m too lost in the haze of pleasure to respond. He’s already unzipping his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, revealing his impressive cock. That snaps me out of my lust-filled haze and I sit up.

Carson furrows his brow at me. “What are you doing?”

Without a word, I reach out and push him to his back. Settling on my knees between his legs, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” he gasps.

“I want to see if you taste good too,” I purr. Leaning forward, I stick out my tongue and lick him from base to tip. Wrapping my lips around his head, I suck and his thighs quiver.

“Shit,” he groans. He tangles his fingers in my hair and tries to push me deeper, but I don’t let him. I back off, my lips letting him go with a pop.

He blinks down at me. “Wha…what are you doing?”

“I’m not going to play unless I can do what I want,” I tell him, tracing my finger along the side of his shaft to make him twitch. “I’m in charge.”

“You think so?” He grins. I give his cock a quick squeeze and he stammers, “Oooo… okay, you’re in charge! You’re in charge!”

“Good boy,” I giggle before taking him back into my mouth. Twirling my tongue around his head, I take him deeper, as far as I can before I’m at risk of gagging. His hands are still in my hair but he doesn’t try to drive the moment. I savor the way his body tenses as he fights to hold himself in check. All that muscle and power, and I’m able to subdue him.

It’s thrilling. I could get addicted to this.

“Star… I can’t… you need to stop… ”

I let him go with a grin. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle my exceptional oral skills?”

“You’re such a brat,” he snaps, pushing me back onto the bed again.

“What are you going to do about it?” I tease.

“Just you wait.” He reaches for his discarded pants and rummages through the pockets until he finds a condom, tearing the packet open with quick, practiced movements.

He rolls it on quickly before crawling back up between my spread legs. His fingers trace the outline of my hip bones again, stirring up more heat within me. The anticipation makes me whimper softly, needing him inside me now.

Finally, he positions himself at my entrance and pushes forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

A high keening sound fills the room as he fills me completely — a sound that I barely recognize as coming from myself. Carson groans at the sensation before stilling above me.

“Star…” he murmurs against my skin before he starts moving again – slow at first then building up speed until we’re both panting and moaning with the intensity of it.

“Oh, my God!” I moan. “It’s so good! Carson, don’t stop!”

One of his hands grips my hip while the other reaches down between us. His fingers find my clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. The pleasure is overwhelming and I’m almost scared I’ll pass out from it.

“Carson… please…” I gasp out, my nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

He grunts in response, turning his head to nip at my neck as he thrusts into me harder and faster.

Suddenly, everything gets too intense – the feel of him inside me, his fingers on my clit, his lips against my skin – it’s all too much. My walls clench around him and I cry out as an orgasm rips through me.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” I shout. “Carson!”

“Fuck! Star!” he bellows.

We cling to each other as our orgasms slam through us. For a moment, I lose sight of anything but him, and I’m afraid if I let him go, I’ll lose myself completely. He’s anchoring me in place as I’m overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

When my orgasm fades away, I collapse back onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Everything feels heavy but in a good way – in a sated, post-coital kind of way. Carson’s limbs are warm against mine as he pulls me closer to him, his face buried in my hair.

“Star…” he whispers again before drifting off to sleep. Even after everything that just happened, all I want to do is reach up and touch his chest again. So I do. I slide my hand between his pecs, keeping my touch light so I don’t wake him up. I snuggle closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder and allow myself a soft smile as I let myself relax and start to fall asleep, ignoring the little voice in the back of my head asking ‘What the hell just happened?’ over and over again.