“What did you hear?”
“That you’re as fast as a cannon on the ice, but the real reason they call you Cannon is because you’re packing.”
“Is that why you’ve been checking me out these last couple day?”
“Maybe.”
“They call me Cannon because it’s my last name, but if you think there’s another reason, feel free to find out for yourself and see firsthand what I’m working with.”
I grip the counter, and hold on as she fingers the elastic band on my boxers and slowly drags them down. Her breath catches on a gasp when my cock pops free and hits her mouth.
“So it’s true,” she says, those desirous blu
e eyes of hers meeting mine. She turns her attention back to my cock and stares at it, like it’s a toy she’s too afraid to play with.
My dick pulses under her examination, grows harder, and the room sways around me, but it has nothing to do with my concussion.
“Jesus fuck, Nina, please,” I moan. “Touch me. Take me into your mouth.”
She takes me into her hands, slides them along the length of me, then parts her lips as she leans forward. Her wet, hot mouth wraps around me, and she takes me to the back of her throat. Perfect, so goddamn perfect, I have to clench my jaw to stop from shooting off.
“Mmm,” she moans, and the vibration goes right through me. She inches back, sweeps her tongue out and licks the pre-cum dripping from my slit. Jesus, that’s sexy as hell. She runs her tongue along my length, teasing me with her warm heat, and my cock pulses hard.
She gives me a coy look. “Is this how you envisioned it, Cole? Me on my knees, your cock in my mouth, anything to shut me up?”
“Yeah, this is it exactly,” I say, and grab the back of her head as she opens her mouth wide, waiting for me to feed her my cock. I move my hips, slowly inch into her waiting mouth, and blood pounds hard in my ears as I hit the back of her throat. My fuck, I’ve never felt anything better. She works me with her mouth, and her small hand cups my sac for a soft massage. But I’m so damn close, my balls tighten, and she gives a little whimper when I growl.
“Keep it up and I’m going to come in your mouth.”
That only seems to drive her wilder, but I’m not ready to come, and when I do, I want to be inside her. “Nina,” I murmur, and pull her off me. She goes back on her legs and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Sexy as fuck.
“Yeah?”
“Come here. There are things I need to do to you.” Her eyes go wide as I reach for her and pull her to her feet. “Leg’s around me,” I say as I grip her ass and lift her onto my hips.
Without too much thought, I carry her to my bedroom and kick the door shut behind us. We’re the only ones in the house, so it’s not like we need the privacy, but for some reason I want the door closed, want to lock the rest of the world out while I have Nina in my bed.
She steals a quick glance around, and I look at the room from her eyes. Pretty masculine, sparsely decorated with dark wood furnishing, and a light grey paint on the walls. The blinds are pulled, draping us in darkness.
“I want to see you,” I say, and reach for the dimmer lights, giving a silent prayer of thanks that my decorator suggested them for every room. She did a few things right, that’s for sure.
“I want to see you too,” she whispers against my throat, her breath hot on my neck.
The dimmer makes a humming sound as I turn it up a notch, just enough so that I can see her eyes, her expression, her beautiful body. I carry her to the bed, gently set her down, and give her shoulders a little nudge. She falls back onto my mussed sheets, and her hair splays. Jesus, she looks so good, so right, invading my personal space like that.
“Show me what I was missing, Nina. Make me regret being such a bastard to you.”
She pushes the blankets away and repositions herself on the bed until she’s sprawled out on my side of the mattress. I’d have taken offense, felt violated, if it were any other girl infringing upon my space. Then again, I’ve never brought a girl to this room before.
“If you were nicer, you might have had some of this.” She bends her knees and lets them fall open.
My heart crashes, and blood pulses behind my eyes as need surges inside me. I glimpse her pretty pussy, her wet desire glistening in the dim light. Her hand goes to her mouth. She wets her finger then rubs it over her hard nipple.
“Yeah, but then we’d never get to hate fuck, and this is kind of fun, don’t you think?”
She crooks her finger. “What I think is that you should come here and show me some of your plays.”
Her teasing words hit like a hard body check—a reminder that she’s just another girl who wants something from me. But that’s a good reminder, and I’m actually grateful for it. I strengthen the shield around my heart and climb between her legs, and spread them wider.