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

“Look at you.” The heat of his breath teases my ear as he whispers into it. “Only one thing could make you more fucking sexy,” Blaze slides his hand down over my shoulder, across my breast and around my body. He holds me against him, his tattooed arm a piece of art against the blank canvas of my skin.

“What’s that?”

“If I was making you cum.” The rasp in his voice tingles my body like a static charge.

With his free hand, he slides his fingers down over my quivering lower belly and underneath the waistband of my jeans. They slip beneath my underwear, pressing into my slick slit.

“You’re so wet for me.” His fingers press into my pussy until they find my clit.

“Oh!” The word is a whisper wrapped in my puff of breath.

I am wet, and it’s entirely because of him. He holds me against him tight with one arm and even as his fingertip teases my clit, even as I squirm from the little shivers that make my lungs squeeze harder, my heart beat faster and my thighs clench tighter, he keeps me firm in his grasp. I keep avoiding the mirror. A shyness creeps over my body every time I glance at our reflections.

“Don’t hide from this.” His voice sends tremors through me. “Look at us. Look at that flush on your cheeks, the way you’re biting on your lip. I want you to see what you look like when I make you cum.”

My eyes flicker down to the top of my dresser first. Like it’s some kind of safe neutral zone that I can focus on until I build up my nerve to look. Blinking, I lift my head and finally force myself to focus on us. I lean my head back against his chest, letting my body sink back against him.

I love the contrast between us. He is, in every way, my opposite. It’s not just his wild jumble of tattoos contrasted against my unmarked skin. It’s his crazy hair and beard next to my neatly styled locks. All the ways that he’s wild, I’m mild, and there’s beauty in that.

“There you go.” He smiles at me in the mirror.

He opens me with his finger, sliding it up inside me, pressing the heel of his hand down into my clit. The way he holds me, like I’m his possession, a favorite toy he’ll never give up, it makes my pussy clench around his finger, and the throbbing pulse builds even more inside me. I surprise myself when I grab his hand from around my waist and guide it up my body until it’s resting on my throat.

“Just like that. Don’t squeeze, I just want to feel the weight.” I meet his reflection’s eyes. A fire burns behind his. He holds my throat, firm but not restricting my breathing.

“Mmmm,” I close my eyes again, but not because I’m feeling shy. My entire body is flooding with a strong, building sensation that takes over. I can’t force my eyes to stay open. I’m not sure that my ears are working either.

My pussy quivers against his finger, and the buzz that’s been building up inside me becomes an explosion as my orgasm shivers through me, weakening my legs, collapsing me against him. Blaze drops his hand from my neck and slides the other one out from inside my pants, holding me. Until my knees remember how to do their job. Until my breath isn’t coming out in little gasps. Until I can finally open my eyes again.

“See? Look at how sexy you are.” His mouth is beside my ear. I notice a deeper shade of pink staining my lips and a rosy color brushed over my cheeks, but not for long. When he pulls my earlobe into his mouth, slides his hands down my stomach and unbuttons my jeans, my own face isn’t my main focus.

Blaze opens my pants and pulls them and my underwear down over my hips, down over my glistening pussy, down my thighs. I want to surrender to him, but I tense up a bit. All my sexual experiences have been the most vanilla ever. I’m not sure I’m ready to be fucked from behind. It feels dirtier and crazier, especially in front of a mirror.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He senses my hesitation and pauses.

“I do, I just…” how do I tell him that this is wildly pushing my boundaries? I’m sure Blaze has done crazy things I’ve never even heard of in bed, but that’s not me.

Blaze turns me to face him and walks me back until my butt bumps into the top edge of my dresser. “Is this better?” It’s like he can read my mind. Or at least the expression on my face. I feel the tension melt from me as I sit on the cold edge.

“It’s perfect.” I grab his hands and tug him into me. He covers my lips with his, kissing me slowly while his hands slide around my back and he unclips my bra. I don’t stop it from sliding down my arms and falling to the floor. He grabs each side of my pants and underwear in his fists and I lift myself up a bit, helping him as he yanks them the rest of the way from my legs, adding them to the growing pile.

Blaze steps between my legs and curls over my body, kissing down the side of my neck. I lean back on both hands, arching my back, and he cups my breasts taking his time sucking and twirling his tongue over my nipples until that buzz builds up inside me again.

I don’t even realize I have my feet hooked around the back of his legs until I lean forward, fingers trembling as I open his fly.

“I do want you to fuck me.” I look up at him. “I need you to.” There’s a desperation in my voice that I don’t like because it’s just too honest. It