“Say it!”
“Fine,” she spat. “It’s a little intimidating to think about sucking your cock.”
Was it demented that I started to harden just from hearing her say the word cock? Maybe, but I didn’t give two shits. I traced the outline of her lips with my finger. “Say suck your cock again.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling ear to ear. “Will you let me up to pee if I do?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. I’m never going to suck your cock if you keep making me say suck your cock.” She laughed. “You didn’t specify that I couldn’t add to my statement, so let me up to pee, you big oaf.”
While Bella was in the bathroom, I grabbed my phone and reordered the same food we’d requested hours ago. Can’t have my girl’s stomach making noise. When she strutted back in, buck-ass naked, my cock twitched to life, as if it hadn’t just been inside her ten minutes ago. I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the urge so I didn’t make her sore. “I placed a duplicate order for the food we never got earlier.”
“Oh good. I’m starving.”
“Me too.” I tossed my phone back on the nightstand. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
She shook her head. “Just some work stuff to catch up on.”
“Think you can do that on a plane?”
“On a plane? Where would I be going?”
“To Oklahoma. Tomorrow night my brother is throwing a surprise party for his girlfriend.”
“Oh, that’s right. He’s going to propose at the party, right?”
I nodded. “I’m flying out in the early afternoon.”
“His team is playing San Francisco tomorrow at one, right? I’m surprised he’s having a party on a game day.”
“Lara will be, too. That’s why he picked Sunday night. She’d never expect him to plan anything on a game day. According to him, she has no clue the party or the proposal are coming.”
Bella smiled. “That’s exciting.”
“So you’ll come?”
She seemed to debate for a moment. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea, considering our professional relationship. I know we haven’t talked about it, but maybe we should keep our relationship private.”
Unlike her, I didn’t have to debate shit. I sat up. “No.”
Bella’s forehead creased. “What do you mean no?”
“I’m not hiding who you are to me. What are we supposed to do, stay inside all the time?”
She flirted a smile. “I can think of worse things.”
I got up from the bed and pulled my underwear on, since it’s difficult to stand your position with your limp dick out. “We’re not just fucking, Bella.”
“I know. That’s not what this is about.” She got up on her knees on the edge of the bed and locked eyes with me. “It’s really not. This is about my struggle to get people to treat me professionally within the Bruins organization. It’s all still so new, and I don’t need gossip to derail whatever progress I’ve made. People are already talking about us from the Post picture.”
I looked into her eyes. She was telling the truth. Which, of course, made me give in. “Fine. We’ll keep things private…for now. But there’s no reason you can’t come with me to the party. I can’t risk missing practice on Monday morning, so I’m flying private, not commercial, and coming back the same night. And the party isn’t that big, just some close friends and family. I’ll make sure everyone knows to keep their mouths shut about us.”
She still didn’t look convinced, but she nodded. “Okay.”
I smiled. “That’s my girl.”
She reached out and ran her fingernail along the outline of my cock through my underwear. “Thank you for being understanding about the rest.”
“You might want to keep your hands to yourself, or we’ll miss eating again.”
Bella sucked that pouty bottom lip into her mouth. “How long do we have until the food comes?”
“The app said thirty minutes.”
“Plenty of time to make you come before the food does.” She leaned forward and took hold of my hips, then pressed her mouth to the head of my cock through my underwear, dropping a sweet kiss.
Oh fuck. I hardened the rest of the way. “Thought you were afraid of doing that.”
“I’m feeling brave and want to show you my appreciation for understanding why I want to keep things quiet.” She pulled my boxer briefs down to my thighs and looked up from under her lashes. “Will you feed it to me slow?”
Feed it to me.
Fuck me.
A man could be eighty and need Viagra to get a hard-on, but when a woman tells you to feed her your cock, we all turn to steel.
I swallowed and nodded, unable to form words.
Bella wrapped her hand around my dick and her pretty pink tongue peeked out, licking the precum off the top of my head. She looked up, showing it to me on her tongue before closing her mouth and her eyes and offering a sated smile.