Page 188 of Slap Shot
Depraved thoughts I’ve never dreamed of before race through my head. I wonder what it would be like to fuck her with the handle of one. I wonder what it would look like with her cum all over it, how it would taste when I licked it clean, and smug satisfaction rolls through me.
My teammates have no fucking clue I’m the furthest thing from a prude.
“I like you,” she says. I push a finger inside her pussy and am rewarded with a whimper. “And anything you do. That includes playing with knives.”
“Yeah? Are you going to like it when I get you almost to the point of an orgasm then stop like you made me during girls’ night?”
“That’s not?—”
“Not fair? You’re getting my hand all wet, sweetheart. We’re past fair.”
“Fuck. What else are you going to do to me?”
“Are you going to like it when I make you eat dinner because taking care of you is another one of my kinks?” I kiss her, making sure to bite her bottom lip. ““After, we’re going to your room and we’re going to try something new. Something else I think you’ll like, and I’ll finally let you come. And when all of that is said and done, I’m going to put you in the shower and wash your hair because I’m not going to sleep until you know just how much you deserve to be treated right.”
“Hudson. You are?—”
“Shh, Maddie.” I put a hand low on her stomach and add a second finger inside her. I use my hips to push her legs wider, and she leans back on her elbows, giving me the perfect view. “Fuck. Look at your pretty pussy. I’m going to like torturing you.”
A laugh falls out of her, but it’s quickly replaced with a moan seconds later. I move the hand on her stomach to around her back so I can help keep her upright when she reaches for her chest, squeezing her breasts.
“It’s not going to take me long,” she warns, and I don’t tell her I’m minutes away from coming myself. My briefs are soaked with pre-cum, and my cock aches. “Guess I really want to try some of that pasta.”
It’s my turn to laugh. I put my mouth on her neck, kissing her there. “Your sarcasm is one of my favorite things about you.”
“What else do you like?”
“Your perfect fucking tits. Your smile. Your hips when I hold them and fuck you from behind. How you do this small laugh right before you come and the way you whisper my name when something feels really fucking good.”
I add a third finger to her tight pussy. She cries out but I kiss the sound away, only pulling back so I can tell her how good she’s doing. How perfect she feels and all the ways I want her when we get to her room.
Madeline writhes on the counter and pinches her nipple. She yanks her sleeve to the side so she can touch herself under her bra, and when I pull my fingers out from inside her, circling her clit with a slow and steady circle, her breathing turns sharp.
“Please let me come,” she whispers, and her legs tremble. “I want to come, Hudson.”
“No, sweetheart,” I say. When she lifts her hips off the counter, desperate for more friction, I have to bite down on my cheek to keep it together. “I promise I’ll let you come soon, okay?”
Her sigh is irritated, and when her eyes flutter open, she narrows them at me. “You’re cruel.”
“Is this okay?” I brush a piece of hair from her sweat-soaked forehead and cup her cheek. “If you don’t like this, if you’re uncomfortable with it, I’ll get you off right now.”
“No.” Her nipples are hard under her shirt and she groans. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. It’s more than okay.”
“Yeah?” I stroke along her collarbone and smile. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it?”
“I will.” She puts her hands on my shoulders, dragging her nails down my back, and I shiver. “I like everything we’ve done in the bedroom, but this…” She gnaws on her bottom lip before talking again. “Ireallylike this. I didn’t know if I’d be into something so… dominating. Especially because you’re the kindest man I’ve ever met. But it’s so hot.” Her head lolls to theside and a shiver racks her body. “I like seeing this possessive side of you. I like thinking it’s a part of you only I will ever see, and I want more of it.”
I’m not a vanilla guy in the bedroom, but I’m not as rowdy as some of my teammates. I usually go off what the woman wants: wrists tied up and some spanking every now and then. This aggressiveness is new for me, something I’ve been wondering if I’d be into, and holy hell do I like it as much as she does.
“Take off your shirt. And your bra,” I tell her, rolling with what feels good. When her mouth curves into a wicked grin, I know I’ve said the right thing. “Sit down and I’ll bring you a plate.”
“Yes, chef,” she murmurs, and she makes a show of pulling her shirt over her head. Of unclasping her bra and letting her breasts spill free. She cups them and pushes them together, her eyes on me when I have to grip the counter to keep from touching her. “You always know how to make me feel good.”
It’s almost impossible to walk away from her, but I do. I busy myself with making her a plate and cutting three slices of garlic bread. I ignore my cock and focus on her, sitting beside her at the table so I can keep a hand on her thigh just because I want to.
She’s naked and perfect and mine, all fucking mine, and that makes up for the pasta that’s gotten cold.
“What do you think?” I ask, twirling a bite of spaghetti around my fork. “Grade my food, Maddie.”
