The wrong order boston m.., p.18
The Wrong Order (Boston Mishaps Book 1), page 18
"Only if you tell me."
She shifted, draping herself over me as if she were a sexy, naked blanket that had my tired cock stirring back to life. She stacked her hands on my chest, propped her chin up, and grinned down at me. Her legs fell over mine, the wet heat of her pussy cradled my hardening dick. She was temptation at its finest.
"You tell me and I'll let you do anything you'd like to me," she teased.
My brow arched at the delicious bribe. "Anything?"
"Anything!" she promised.
"Even-" I slid my hands down the silky smooth line of her back until they fell on the plump curves of her ass, squeezing. "-if I want to fuck this perky ass of yours?"
Locks of blonde hair fell into her face as she jerked her head in affirmation, the hard tips of her tits rubbing against my chest with each shaky breath she drew. Her damnable green eyes were wide, pupils blown with desire so that only a sliver of emerald showed. You'd think I hadn't just delivered her several orgasms and had been edging the hell out of her with how quickly her body responded to me.
She was fucking delicious.
"My latest scans came back on my knee, Coach is worried that it's not holding up as well as we'd all hoped. He thinks that one more bad hit and I'll be crippled for good-" I admitted, that familiar rise of fear bubbling up. "Or at the very least, a knee replacement. He wanted to know my thoughts on riding the bench for the remainder of the season."
"Callum-" Lenny whispered my name, her eyes locked in on mine.
"I told him he could fuck right off with that idea. I'm not sitting out just because there's a possibility of-"
"I know you love the game, Callum, but what happens-"
"I don't just love the game, Len," I snapped, cutting her off again before she played the what-if game. I'd been playing that fucking game for longer than I cared to admit, a tiny little voice of reason that created a web of self-doubt and uncertainty every time I laced up. "I fucking bleed hockey. It's the only fucking thing I know. I was shit in school, the second that I could enter the draft, I was in it because it was the only thing that I wanted. The longest I've ever been off the ice was when I took that hit last year. I've known the risks of playing since I was old enough to play the fucking game. You take that away from me, and I'm nothing but a washed-up, grumpy fuck with a fat bank account."
Lenny rolled her eyes at me, clearly exasperated with everything I'd just admitted to. "Don't be an idiot," she huffed. She propped herself up on my chest so that she could look down at me. "You're smart, funny, sexy as hell..." she moaned when I ran my hand over the swell of her ass once more.
"Angry, bitter," I added to her list of attributes.
"Stop," she ordered, covering my mouth with her hand, her big eyes sparkling with mirth. "If that was all you were, I would never have fallen for you."
Her words were soft, her voice like raw silk wrapping around me. When I made no sound of argument, she moved her hand away from my mouth, tracing the curve of my lips with gentle fingertips, and pushed herself upright. My gaze raked down the lithe line of her body, all that pale skin on display just for me. I raised a hand, running it up her belly until I was cupping a breast, my thumb flicking over the dusty rose of her nipple.
"I've seen your kindness every time that you get stopped by a fan, even when you've been having a shit day." Lenny leaned down and pressed a kiss to my chest. "I've seen the love that you have for your team, for your friends..." Her lips moved south along with her body. "And..." My stomach clenched as she licked a path down my abs, all the blood in my body rushing to my dick. "Even if you'd already played your last game, laced up your skates for the last time, that wouldn't change. You'd be pissed, sure, but you'd still be the same irresistible man that we all love."
"You're just biased because you like my dick," I teased, my hips arching so my cock pushed between the small valley of her tits.
I wasn't about to admit to her just how much her words meant to me, how much I needed to hear them. I wasn't going to let her see just how uncomfortable it made me that she could see me so fucking clearly when I had a hard time seeing anything else. I knew she was right, especially with her by my side, but the truth was a hard pill to swallow. It had hurt like hell to have Coach suggest I ride the bench for the rest of the season, even when I was scared shitless that he was right.
Lenny smiled up at me, scooting farther down until she was level with my dick. She pressed a kiss to the crown, mischief dancing in her emerald eyes. "I do like your dick, but I like so much more than that." She darted a teasing lick over my shaft, my dick twitching against her tongue, wanting more of what she had to offer.
"Len, for fuck's sake, you're killing me here," I groaned, sinking my fingers into her blonde locks.
"I'll give you everything you want, but first, I want you to admit it. Admit that there's more beneath the sexy looks and hard edges."
Her hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly from root to crown as she leveled me with her words. They wrapped around my heart with the same firm grip as she had on my cock.
"Are you fucking blackmailing me with sexual favors? Blowjobs in exchange for feelings?" I traced a finger over the curve of her jaw, settling my thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip and pressing in until she twirled her tongue over my skin. "Isn't it enough that I love your bratty ass?"
She sighed, her eyes rolling up at me with a spark of mischief. I felt the bite of her teeth against my thumb, hard enough for my teeth to grind down together to keep from pulling away from the pain. Lenny released my thumb with a soothing swirl of her tongue, blood firing with the need to take, to dominate, to control. To make her see who she belonged to. To show her that what we had was fucking everything.
I sat up fast, barely allowing her to reposition between my legs before I planted her on my lap. She wiggled until her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms looped around my shoulders, every inch of warm, silky skin pressing against mine. Her pussy lined up perfectly with my cock.
"Maybe I'm not ready to share all my secrets with you, Lenny," I told her, stroking one hand down her spine and pressing her closer. I could feel the wet heat of her arousal as she rocked against my shaft. The hard tips of her breasts rubbed against my chest with each wiggle of her body, each breath that shuddered through her. I could see her pulse jack-hammering in the hollow of her throat and my own raced to catch up. Wicked pleasure surged through my veins as I notched into her, just enough to feel her stretch around me.
"I want all your secrets, Callum. I want everything," she whispered back in a breathy voice. Her hips arched into me, her ankles locked at the small of my back as she tried desperately to draw me in deeper. Her lips dropped to mine, our breaths mingling together.
"Fuck my secrets," I growled, stealing all her words with a hungry kiss. Tongues dueled, teeth nipped, all while I gripped her hips firmly and pulled her down, sinking my full length into her tight core. She cried out against my lips. "Christ, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."
Lenny's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling until my head dropped back. "Callum-" she moaned, her hips rocking slowly, unhurriedly. Our eyes locked together, her big jewel-colored eyes hazy as she began to move over me. I'd never tire of seeing that look of pure blissed-out pleasure on her face.
I skimmed my fingers up from hip and over the quivering flat of her belly. They tracked over her ribs, felt each shuddering breath she took until I could cup one small, proud tit in my hand. My thumb stroked over the tight peak of her nipple as she continued to slowly grind her body into mine, her hips moving in a sensual dance. Giving the dusky pink nipple a pinch, I carried on until my fingers collared her throat, feeling the wild race of her heart beneath my palm.
"Fuck me. Ride me until you come all over my cock, Lenny. Be a good girl and show me how much you want this," I ordered, dragging her down to steal a heated kiss from her lips. I nipped at her bottom lip, her jaw, the slender curve of her neck, licking a line over the line of her clavicle.
Lenny dropped the vise-like grip her legs had around my waist, shifting until she was able to do just that, her feet planted beneath her as she rose up until just the tip of my cock remained in her cunt. Her eyes fell shut, her entire body shuddering when she dropped back down and took me deep. Her head dropped back and her long blonde hair danced over my legs. There was a laziness to the way she moved over me, lost to the sensual dance of our bodies.
This wasn't fucking.
Whatever the hell this was, was life-shattering, soul-sucking, mind-altering. Unable to take the slow ride, I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her, slamming her onto her back beneath me and thrusting balls deep into her tight heat. Her back arched as she cried out, her nails digging into my back as I lifted one lithe leg to my shoulder. My balls throbbed with need, aching to pour into her.
Her pussy clamped down on me as she came so hard I'd be surprised if she didn't bruise my dick with how hard she was squeezing me. My name on her lips spurred me on, driving my hips into her harder, faster, the sound of our bodies slapping together in perfect harmony with her shuddering cries of pleasure. I fucked her through her orgasm, needing more, demanding that she give me more.
"Stay with me, Lenny," I rasped, turning my head to lick the curve of her calf, feeling the tremors rippling through her body against my lips.
"I c-can't..." she panted. "Too...much."
Dropping her leg, I settled my body onto hers, keeping from crushing her by bracing myself on my elbows. With every thrust of my cock, her soft curves moved against the hardness of mine. Her tits rubbed against my chest, her legs tangled with mine, and one hand fell limp by her side while she clutched me to her with the other.
Without thought, I took her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together the same way that the rest of us was tangled together. Her head turned to the side, green eyes wide as her gaze locked on our joined hands. I dropped my head, running my nose up the sharp line of her jaw until I was nuzzled into the curve of her neck, the scent of her skin hotter, headier, fucking intoxicating.
"Not a chance, it's never enough," I murmured thickly, running my tongue over her sweat-slickened skin. "Come with me. Give me one more, baby."
My release built, my spine tingling as my balls drew up tight, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming without her. I slipped my free hand between us, ready to steal another orgasm from her because I needed to feel her body explode around me, regardless of her protests. I needed to feel her tight cunt squeezing around my cock when I dropped my load into her.
The moment my calloused finger stroked over her clit, she detonated, her pussy clamping down on me as she screamed my name. I thrust in hard once, twice, a final time before my orgasm ripped through me.
Time seemed to stand still as I pulsed within her tight heat. My reality narrowed down until the only thing I could see, was Lenny fucking James. The only thing I could feel was the trembling body beneath me as her orgasm dragged on and on. The only sound was that of our ragged breaths and her whimpered moans. The heady scent of sex, sweat, and us filled the room. Nothing else existed beyond us.
Gathering what remained of my cognitive abilities, I shifted to the side so that I wouldn't smother Lenny beneath me since I didn't think I'd ever move from this bed again.
As long as I had her, I didn't give a shit what the rest of my life looked like. I'd lose myself in Lenny all day, every day, for the rest of my fucking days.
twenty-three
LENNY
"Yellow? Or black?" I stood in the bathroom doorway in nothing more than Callum's practice jersey and panties, holding up the little bottles of nail polish for Marcus to choose. "I can't decide!"
"Why not just do both?" Marcus suggested from his position on my bed. He didn't even look up at me, his attention wholly on his phone. I didn't even want to ask what he was looking at, not when I had posted a new video that morning with Callum's help. He'd been all too eager to participate in creating content for my profile and I had to admit that it made things much easier not having to worry about getting the shot perfect.
"Ugh! You aren't helping, asshole," I huffed. "It's an important game for Callum."
He lifted his gaze to mine, a smirk on his perfect lips, his eyes racking up and down my body in amusement. "For Callum. Not for you. All you have to do is show up, look cute, and cheer your ass off for your man."
I stuck my tongue out at him, both middle fingers raising up to salute him. "Marcussss!" I whined. "Help me!"
He rolled his eyes and stood up, stuffing his phone into his back pocket. "Fine. Black nails with yellow accents. Go a little heavier on the eyes but stick with that nude pink gloss that Cal loves so much."
Marcus lifted a hand to my damp hair, tugging on a lock. "High pony because we both know he'll want every man in that arena to see you wearing his name."
I breathed a sigh of relief as every detail confirmed what I had planned. I didn't know why I was so nervous for tonight, it wasn't like I was the one that was going to be in the spotlight tonight.
Tonight was all about Callum.
His coach was announcing his retirement tonight. Recognizing his importance to the team. There had been talks of Callum taking on a management role and doing something behind the scenes so that they didn't lose him completely, but I wasn't sure if he had actually agreed to anything. That was going to be as much a surprise to me as it would be to everyone else that packed into the arena for the final game of the regular season.
I had no idea what his decision was going to be. He'd been adamant that he didn't want to talk about his future in hockey, and I'd respected his decision. I didn't want to push him before he was ready because I knew how hard this was for him. There was a restless energy that he couldn't seem to release, no matter how hard he pushed himself. He spent hours on the ice and in the gym with the goal to keep his body strong enough, fast enough.
Instead, we'd talked about what we would do once summer hit, the places that he wanted to take me. White sand beaches and fruity drinks seemed to be the one thing that we both agreed on. He wanted to see me wearing an itty-bitty bikini and I wanted to lick tequila from the rippling muscles of his abs. It was a win-win situation for both of us and after the never-ending winter that Boston had been plagued with, neither one of us wanted to deal with shitty weather.
Marcus leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'll never understand how you can be so nervous about Callum going out onto the ice when you're cool as a cucumber stripping naked in front of strangers," he chuckled.
"I have control. Complete control, but with him...it's out of my hands. I can't control what happens to him on the ice and that makes me want to puke," I told him honestly. "It's hot watching him play, watching the way that he moves so damned confidently on that ice, but good Lord, it kills me."
"Welcome to the wonderful world of being in love," Marcus teased, running a finger down my nose and bopping the tip of it.
He left me alone in my bathroom to get ready while he pulled my outfit for the day from my drawers. It took no time to finish doing my makeup, but my hair was a different story.
I'd let it grow longer over the last couple of months, the ends hitting the middle of my back now, all because of how much Callum loved wrapping the length around his hand when he fucked me from behind. The price to pay for that particular kink seemed to be that it took forever to blow it out.
By the time I was ready to sit down and do the live stream that I'd promised my adoring fans, I knew I'd have to make it short because I was running low on time before Marcus and I had to leave for Callum's game.
I changed from Callum's jersey into the black lace bra and panty set that did little to conceal but did amazing things for my body, knowing that the play of lace and shadows against my curves would play perfectly for the camera. I sank down onto the blush-cushioned bench before my vanity, curling one leg beneath me while I lifted the other to paint my toenails, the lace pressing tightly against my pussy so nothing was left to the imagination. My phone was propped up so that I could view any messages or requests that came in while I painted my nails with the black matte polish.
"I'm so incredibly ready for this cold chill to take a hike," I groused to the camera. "Is it too much to ask for warmth and sunshine so that I can lay naked beneath the sky?"
One of my regulars piped in, making me smile.
@2Hot2Handle: Nothing lasts forever, sweet girl, but if warmer weather is what you want, I'd love to take you somewhere where clothing is 100% optional and you'd never be cold again.
"I mean, I love that clothes are optional but I think if I stayed naked all the time, I'd resemble a lobster with my skin tone. I'd have to buy stocks in sunscreen," I giggled, finishing up with the polish and grabbing some lotion to smooth into my raised leg. "This skin is simply too delicate for the endless sun."
The scent of cherry blossoms filled my nose, the silky texture feeling like heaven as I rubbed it into my skin. I switched legs, making sure that I kept them spread open while I resumed painting my nails.
@HockeyDaddy34: Rain, snow, sun, that pretty skin would look so damn good covered in my cum.
@King_Cock: Show us those pretty titties, NerdyGRL. We wanna see those cute little nipples you keep teasing us with.
Lifting a hand to my throat, I teased my fingers over my collarbone and the little strap that sat there. "Maybe just a peek?" I let the strap slip off my shoulder, the lacy cup dropping from my breast so a dusty pink nipple popped free. I circled the hardened tip, releasing a breathy sigh at the way my fingers tickled lightly over my sensitive flesh.
It felt good, my fingers teasing over my nipples, the curve of my breast, but it wasn't enough to get my blood firing. Not nearly enough. My fingers weren't rough enough, calloused enough to set the sparks on fire. My hands weren't big enough to cup my tit in my palm, conforming my shape while heat arrowed to my core. I didn't want the soft touches of my own hands, I wanted his touch and his alone.
