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

me. That means she feels sorry for me. I really will head for the border before I let that happen. There’s a box of tissues on the edge of her dresser. I grab a handful and dispose of the evidence of my eternal fucking shame in a tiny garbage can near the door.

“Seriously, Blaze.” She blinks at me too fast, like she’s practicing what to say in her head before she blurts it out. She’s trying not to hurt my feelings. The girl whose entire job is to bust my nuts is trying not to hurt my feelings because I busted a nut.

“No. Seriously.” I cut her off. “That’s not how this is going down. That’s not going to be the memory of tonight.” I walk toward her bed.

“That’s not how I’m going to remember tonight.” Her eyebrows turn up, trying to reassure me.

“I mean me.”

“I doubt tonight will stick out to you.” She laughs, but the sound dries up in her throat when I reach the side of her bed.

“You’re wrong.” I lay back down beside her and roll her onto me. I grab her arms, pulling Prissy up until her soft tits are in my face. Her nipples are so hard, begging for my mouth. I hold her tits in each hand, pushing them together and circle my tongue around her nipples, back and forth.

Prissy melts into me, her legs slide down each side of my body, and she starts rocking against my stomach. I suck one nipple and roll the other gently between my finger and thumb. The rocking turns to grinding. She’s starting to glide over my abs because of the wet spot she’s spreading there. I can still taste her fucking pussy on my lips, and I want to eat her out all over again.

But first, redemption.

Like the phoenix rising, my cock returns to its full glory. Reaching over blindly, I pat my hand on the bedside table until I find another condom in my wallet. Prissy keeps rubbing against me. She’s so wet that it makes my cock even harder. I sit her up and tear the foil open with my teeth. I’ve got the thing on so fast, the spot she was grinding on my belly is still warm when I pull her back on me.

Her eyes go from wide open to narrow and hooded when she feels how bad I need her. “Wow, I didn’t expect this.” She says it like she’s purring.

I wrap my fist in her hair and hold her shoulder in my other hand. When she brings my cock to her pussy, I guide her down it. Prissy straddles me, and I lift my hips, holding her tightly, and fuck her from below.

She writhes against me, twisting in my hand, and moans. I continue to fill her with my cock slowly. Under control. Not because I’m afraid I’m gonna blow my load again… because I want to feel every inch of her.

I roll Prissy onto her back easily. I put my arm around her so she doesn’t hit the wall or something. She wiggles under me, sliding her hands up my arms. Every muscle in them tenses up as I brace myself, sliding between her legs. Her grip on my shoulders tightens as I open her again with my cock.

“Ohhh,” she whimpers.

I bury every inch in her, and she arches her back, pressing her tits against me, and softly moans. Every fucking thrust seems to make her tighter around me. Like an overwound coil, I can feel the tension building in her body. Prissy squeezes her eyes shut, and her fingers dig into me so hard her nails hurt.

“Mmm, Blaze, ohmyGod.” She moans it all as one word and rolls her head back. Her pussy quivers around my cock.

I wrap my hands up around her shoulders and fuck her deep and fast. Prissy’s fingers stay dug in as I fill her up over and over. My orgasm overpowers me, sending a shudder through me like lightening. I thrust inside her and fill another condom with my cum.

Prissy lifts her head, kissing me. I explore her mouth while I pull out. I have to get back off the bed to get rid of the new condom. Once I get back in, she’s got the blanket and sheet pulled back, and she’s laying on the side by the wall. Lying next to her, my arm wrapped around her, my chest covered by her dark hair, it proves something can feel both comforting and weird at the same fucking time.

Of course, now is when my brain starts running again and questions about what this is all going to mean tomorrow start popping up. I’m not sure if this means Becky Ball-Buster is gonna retire or what. I’m too tired to worry about it right now. The only thing I know for sure is, I won’t be forgetting that anytime soon.

12

Sex History File Cabinet Blaze

Peering around the room with only one eye, I keep the other protected from the daylight seeping in around the blinds. This is how I’d expect Prissy’s room to look. Clean. Organized. There’s an oversized bean bag chair in the corner next to a paper Ikea lamp and a bookshelf. It’s a space I can easily imagine her using, reading a book, tea resting on the small table, hair up.

That’s the annoying, always-on-my-ass, Prissy. The one who threatens to tattle on me to Coach Wilson. The girl who always has her face in a knot, hair in a bun and panties in a twist.

She softly snores, her face half hidden in her pillow. Her dark hair isn’t perfectly put up. It’s wild and coiling out from her head like Medusa’s snakes. Just like Medusa, she turns me to fucking stone when I look at her. Well, my cock anyway.

Last night she was so chill. That Prissy didn’t have her panties in a twist. Actually, that Prissy isn’t wearing any panties at all. Last