“Come on, we just won the game. Let me have some fun.”
She glances over her shoulder at me with a look that tells me everything I need to know. Hernandez keeps me with another shot of tequila, then a game of Ring of Fire. I never turn down a chance to win. And I definitely don’t fucking lose. We manage to get three groupies topless. There’s no way I could give the names of the girls, but I could give a good description of their tits.
As I stand to head to the bathroom, I notice the same brunette again watching me. Her eyes are wild, hopeful. She looks like she might say something, but then a hand brushes my arm and Paige claims my attention. She runs her finger over my chest.
“So, what’s the reward for a game like that?”
Her dress has started riding up, revealing more of her creamy skin. I lick my bottom lip. “So far, bragging rights.”
“Now, that doesn’t seem right.” She bites her lush red lip again. Fuck, I want to taste her. “After scoring the winning goal, getting two players off the ice, increasing the team rank…seems like you should get a lot more than bragging rights.”
“Oh yeah?” I arch an eyebrow and grin. “Like what?”
She slips her hand into mine and leads me to the bathroom. I lock the door behind us, then pin her against the wall. “You know what you’re signing up for, babe?”
“Your reputation can’t get any worse.” She giggles.
“And you know I’m not gonna give you more than my dick, right?”
“You’re not giving me anything.” She slowly drops to her knees. “I’m rewarding you for being such a great athlete.” She unzips my jeans. “For winning the game today.” My boxers and jeans drop to the floor. “Nothing more.”
I groan as her hand slides over my hard cock. She licks her lips, then licks my balls to the tip of my cock, so slowly that I want to grab her by her hair and force her to gag on my dick. Her eyes stay on me as I brace myself against the wall.
Slowly, she takes more of my cock between her lips. She’s never looked sexier with her big eyes on me, hand fondling my balls, and lips and tongue working to please me. I grin and chuckle. “Gotta do better than that to reward me, babe. Make me come.”
Determination flares in her eyes and she slides her mouth farther down my shaft until I inhale sharply. She works her tongue, flicking it over every sensitive spot she finds as she sucks me hard. She’s sloppy, drooling all over my cock, which only makes it better when she uses both her mouth and her hand.
She can’t take all of me, but that’s fine, it doesn’t change the fact that it feels amazing. Hell, the fact that I’m not supposed to have her makes this all the more amazing. And I didn’t even have to work for this—she just offered it up.
Fucking hell. She hits some kind of combination that makes me shoot down her throat. Her eyes go wide in surprise. “Swallow for me,” I tell her.
She does, then she licks a few more times, sending shivers through my body before letting go. I smile. “Dress me.”
She does as I order, dragging my pants up. She turns around and rubs her ass against my crotch. “Next time, you’ll get a better reward.”
“Who says there’s a next time?” I growl against the back of her neck.
“I do.” She smiles. “Because I know the best reward for an asshole like you.”
She fixes her lipstick quickly, then we head out of the bathroom. As she walks away, I see the same brunette who was so excited earlier. She’s staring daggers. Pissed off, maybe jealous, maybe hurt, but I don’t give a fuck. A blow job is a blow job, and I’d be an idiot to turn it down from someone like Paige.
Itake the elevator up four floors and stumble into my hotel room as shot six hits. I groan as the key card falls out of my hand and onto the shitty carpet. It’s easier to just close my eyes and collapse on whatever bed is nearest.
I last for a few minutes, then the heat gets too much. I strip naked and slide under a blanket after blasting the A/C. I can already taste the hangover, but that’s the price for a damn good victory party.
As I start to drift into sleep, I hear the door open and grin. It has to be Krazinski, no one else would have a key to our room. “Sucks to suck, Krazinski. You can tell your college buddy on the Bears that he fights worse than he plays.”
There was a sudden weight on my bed, then a tug on my comforter. I groan and squirm. “Dude, don’t mess with me. I’m too drunk to kick your ass.”
A breathy sound is my only answer…until a delicate hand with feminine nails strokes up my thigh. My body tenses. I should stop this. I don’t know who it is, but a bigger part of me wants to see what happens.
It’s probably Paige. She said she wanted more. It’s not hard for her to get a key to wherever she wants considering she’s Coach’s kid. Her hand continues up and silky hair strokes over my skin. I open my eyes, but the room is pitch black. I can’t see a damn thing.
As the mystery hand slides farther up, gently cupping my balls, my dick hardens, ready and eager even with Paige blowing me earlier. I exhale but can’t quite escape the fog of sleep. After a few more strokes, a mouth wraps around me.
I groan and thrust up, happily surprised when the girl in my bed takes my cock deeper. Like it’s a fucking challenge to fit in her throat, but she’s damn sure she’s going to try. That rules out Paige. This girl knows what she’s doing.
Her tongue follows an invisible line from my balls to the tip of my cock, flattening over the head. She knows how to keep me on the edge with hard sucks as she bobs up and down. She moans, something low and needy. It makes my cock tremble in her throat and I can’t resist the urge to fuck her mouth.