BLAZE: Enemies to Lovers College Hockey Romance by Eddie Cleveland (ebook reader macos .txt) 📕

she sits back on her heels, smiling. She looks so different with her hair down. Wilder. There’s a lot going on in those big, dark eyes. I like her sass. There’s no doubt about her smarts. She’s incredibly sexy without trying.

There’s no husky voice. No dragging her polished nail over her bottom lip. No sideways glances or twisting her perfectly styled hair around her finger. Prissy doesn’t laugh at all my jokes or act like everything I say is sooo interesting.

Hell, most of the time she doesn’t even agree with me. I like the push-back. I like when she gets a good one, when her lips twitch up in victory. The sexiest thing isn’t her tits or ass. It’s those fuck-me eyes. She doesn’t have a scorecard to scratch my name from. It’s not my jersey number or my position on the team that’s making her look at me, silently begging for my cock. It’s me.

“I’m not a life-sized Ken doll with a pull-cord cock.”

I plop down in the middle of the bed next to her. Prissy giggles. “Ken dolls don’t have cocks. That’s kind of their thing.”

“I don’t fuck everyone the same way.”

“Yeah? Did you want me to sit on your face? You know…” Prissy raises an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling. “So you can taste the day on me?”

There it is, that sassy smirk. I lean into her and kiss it off her mouth until she forgets what she was so smug about.

“Listen, there’s a good reason I use that line.”

She laughs like I just said something funny. She loves calling me on my bullshit. It just makes me want her more.

“Really?” I can tell she thinks I’m full of it.

“Yup. Really.”

“Please, enlighten me. I’m all ears.” She tilts her head. Prissy locks her gaze on me, clearly expecting to be amused by some bullshit.

“When girls straddle your face, there’s no guesswork. They’re completely in control. Less tongue. More tongue. I just lay back and let them find that sweet spot.”

“I’m sorry I asked.” Prissy blinks at me. I don’t think she expected a real answer.

“It made you cum, didn’t it?”

Prissy looks down at her blanket, sweeping her head to the side like she’s trying to hide her face.

“Actually... didn’t take you up on the offer.”

Is she one of those girls who doesn’t like oral? I’ve never understood that. Find one guy who’ll say no to a blowjob. An army of unicorns could be put together quicker.

“Sounds like you missed out.”

“I really did,” she agrees quietly.

There’s something about the way she’s avoiding my eyes. That look, it’s like she’s trying to politely refuse my prom date request. I get a sinking feeling when it dawns on me.

“Wait, did you cum at all?”

“Well…” Prissy tilts her head. She seems like she’s searching for words, the ones that can soften the blow and let me down gently, but my ego is already fucking shattered.

I shake my head, but the undeniable truth is trying to hide itself from me in her eyes. I never made her cum.

“No? See, now I’ve got something to fucking prove.”

I pull off my shirt, dropping it off the side of the bed. Prissy leans into me, running her fingers down my arms. She traces her fingertips around the edges of each tattoo, like she’s reading their stories in Braille.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair on the back of her head, I give it a little tug. Just enough to make her moan into my mouth when I kiss her. I pull her shirt off, and her pale purple bra joins Prissy’s shirt on the floor. Prissy rolls her head back and makes this little—uh—sound when I cup her tit and start licking her pink nipple. I roll my lips over her hard tip, and she does it again. My cock fucking throbs.

“I don’t care about tasting your day. I just want to taste your pussy.” Sliding my hands under her legs, I ease her back until she’s lying down.

Prissy opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but I keep talking. “No easy prizes either. Lay back and let me work for it. I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not stopping until you cum.”

“Oh.” It’s all she manages to say when I grab her waistband and pull her into me. I pop her button fly open and rip her pants down, abandoning them at her ankles. Prissy kicks them off, and I kneel at the edge of her bed between her legs. I kiss the inside of her thigh. I rub my finger over the wet spot on her underwear.

“Mmm, Blaze.” She’s all breathy. The sound of desperation in her voice makes my cock pulse with my heartbeat. “Ohh, your beard is soft.” I can tell she wasn’t expecting that.

“Yeah? Wait till you feel my tongue.” I slide my hands under her ass, giving her full cheeks a squeeze when I bring her pussy to my mouth.

She gasps and rolls her head as I press my tongue down into the fabric in that same wet spot. It’s a tease of what she tastes like. I want more. I want to devour her like a starving man gobbles up an appetizer.

“Mmm.” She rolls her hips up, wiggling beneath me.

“You like that?” I murmur, my lips now pressed around her clit.

“Mmmhmm. I regret not doing the face-sitting option last time.” She rolls up on her elbows.

“Yeah? Then you’re gonna really like this.” My fingers curl around the edge, and I pull her underwear down. Too impatient to wait for her to kick them off, I don’t stop until I’ve removed them.

I wrap my arms around each of her legs and pull them open. Her hair is trimmed so short, I don’t notice it at all when I press my lips against her and tease her clit softly.

“Oh,” Prissy bucks her hips but then pulls back from me. I want her too bad. I’m trying too hard. It might be easier when a girl finds that sweet