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The Goal (Off-Campus #4)(17)

By:Elle Kennedy


As her heated gaze eats me up, I send a quick thank-you to the hockey gods for inventing such a grueling sport. Hockey’s a tough, dangerous game that requires hours of training. It’s given me muscles in places I didn’t even know had muscles. And now, all that hard work is paying me back twofold by putting this hungry look on Sabrina’s face.

“Your body’s insane,” she informs me.

I chuckle. “Pot, kettle,” I reply before cupping her tits over her top.

She swats my hands away. “Don’t distract me! I have a job to do.”

I flash her a look of challenge. “I figured you’d be good at multi-tasking. Considering you’re always so busy.”

“Oh, I can multi-task like a pro. I just don’t want to right now. I want to savor this.” She voices the seductive promise while slowly sinking to her knees.

Her hair falls over one shoulder as she peers up at me. Christ, I’ve never seen a hotter sight. I reach down and rub her mouth with my thumb. I want to see those lips wrapped around me. I want to see her throat working to take me in.

“Suck me,” I rumble when she continues to kneel there without touching me.

She hears the tortured note in my voice and takes pity on me, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my cock. She offers the tiniest flick of tongue, but that alone is enough to send an electric current up my spine. Oh man, I’m not gonna last long at all.

I cup the back of her head and urge her closer. On command, she opens her mouth and half my length slides in. Wet heat surrounds me, making me groan. It’s fucking amazing, and that’s before she starts working me with her tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” I choke out when she licks the sensitive underside.

Sabrina laughs, and the sound ripples through my shaft and pulses in my balls. She torments me with slow, lazy pumps of her hand. Deep, wet pulls of her mouth. Sweet, gentle licks of her tongue. And the entire time, she’s making the hottest noises I’ve ever heard. Tiny whimpers of arousal and breathy moans that confirm she’s as close to losing it as I am.

I stroke her hair. It’s so damn soft, silky as it moves between my fingers. I rock my hips, slowly, because I want to make this last. But when her mouth suddenly slides forward until her lips are wrapped tightly around my base, there’s no stopping the orgasm.

Buried in her throat, I go off like a firecracker. It happens so fast I don’t even have time to warn her.

“Sabrina,” I croak, trying to pull out.

She just moans and tightens the suction, taking everything I have to give.

The pleasure is so intense it almost fells me. My knees knock together. My brain stopped producing coherent thoughts right around the time she put her mouth on me.

Eventually I register the soft caress of her hand over my thighs, the tickle of her fingers along my shaft as she gives one final stroke before rising to her feet.

“That was fun,” she tells me.

I sputter with laughter. Fun? Talk about an understatement.

“It was fucking incredible,” I correct, yanking her toward me.

I kiss her until she’s breathless. My legs are still shaking but my hands are rock steady as I methodically pull off her T-shirt and then tug on the string that’s keeping her bikini-style bra in place. Our mouths still locked, I nudge her toward the bed, advancing on her until she has no choice but to fall onto her elbows and stretch out on her back.

I pop her heels off, one by one, taking the time to kiss each of her shapely ankles. Then I get rid of her booty shorts, whip them across the room, and reach for the heels again.

Sabrina raises a brow. “You’re putting them back on me?”

“Hell yeah I am. You have no idea how hot you look in these heels.”

I ease one small foot back into a stiletto, then the other. When I’m done, I stare at her for a long, long moment and wonder how I ever got this lucky. She’s all long limbs and sweet curves and smooth olive-toned skin. Her dark hair is fanned out behind her head, her red lips are glossy and parted. And those fuck-me heels… Christ. She’s the ultimate wet dream.

I rise on my knees and shuffle closer. My dick is waking up again, but I ignore him. He can take five while I play a little.

“I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I rasp, bringing my hand between her legs.

When I rub the pad of my thumb over her clit, her hips jerk off the bed in response.

I smile. One barely there touch and she’s already hot for me. Or maybe she got hot when she was giving me a blowjob that belongs in the history books.

I trail my finger down her slit toward her opening, groaning when I discover that she’s soaking wet. “Did I do this?” I mutter.

Mischief dances in her eyes. “Sorry, but no. I was pretending you were Tom Hardy the whole time I was blowing you.”

“Bull. Shit.” I push one finger inside her and she squeaks loudly. “You knew exactly whose dick was in your mouth.”

Sabrina squirms against my probing finger. I add another one, curl them both, and stroke her inner channel while my thumb teasingly circles her clit.

“Fine, I knew,” she gasps out. “Who needs to picture a movie star when you’re already a fantasy come to life?”

Damned if my ego doesn’t like hearing that. And my cock definitely likes the way her pussy is clenching around my fingers. I remember how tight she was the last time, how good it felt, and once again I forget that I’m trying to be patient.

Groaning, I spread her thighs with my free hand and lean down to bury my face where my dick wants to be. When my tongue touches her, she moans loud enough to wake the dead. Hopefully that sleeping pill her grandmother took is doing its job, otherwise we’re in for a mighty awkward interruption.

I kiss and lick and suck and play until my body can’t take it anymore. Until my mind shuts down again, empty save for one thought: need to be inside her.

Wrenching my mouth away results in Sabrina’s grumble of disappointment. My beard has left pink splotches all over her thighs, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s squirming and scissoring her legs, a sexed-up look on her face.

“Tucker,” she begs.

“Hold on, darlin’.” I lean over the edge of the bed to grab my pants, then whip out the condom in my wallet.

She watches me suit up. Her gaze is no longer cloudy with frustration. It’s on fire, blazing with anticipation.

“Get inside me,” she orders.

“Yes, ma’am.”

With a grin, I crawl back to her, one fist grasping my dick to guide it inside her. We both groan when I drive in deep. But apparently it’s not deep enough. Her legs, long and silky and incredible, instantly wrap around my waist. She digs her heels into my ass and lifts her hips to deepen the contact, and it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

I drop down until my elbows are resting on either side of her head. “Beautiful,” I mumble, staring down at her flushed face. I dip my head and kiss her again, while my cock pulses in the tight heat of her body.

I try to keep it slow. I try my fucking hardest. But Sabrina has other ideas.

She shoves her hand in my hair and pulls until our mouths break apart. “I need more.” She sounds as desperate as I feel.

“Tell me what you need.”

“This.” She grabs my hand and pushes it to where we’re joined. Her fingers cover my knuckles as she urges me to stroke her clit. “And this.” She bucks upward and starts fucking herself on me.

And that’s the game, ladies and gentleman.

My slow, measured pace explodes to dust. In its place, pure animal fucking. I drill into her with everything I’ve got. The heel of my hand stays glued to her swollen clit, rubbing in time to each frantic thrust. Within seconds we’re both sweaty, breathless messes. The mattress springs creak from the force of our fucking. The headboard slams against the wall in a rhythmic thump-thump-thump that matches the wild pounding of my heart.

She comes before I do, clutching my shoulders as she shudders beneath me. The blowjob had taken the edge off, so I last longer. Hell, longer than I want to, because I’m dying to come. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, screaming for release that’s still out of reach.

“Let go,” Sabrina murmurs.

And then her fingers dig into my ass cheeks, one drifts along the crease, and—

That’s the game.

I shoot with a hoarse cry. I forget my name. I probably black out for a minute. I feel loopy and wonderful and my balls are still tingling, but I think I might be crushing her, so I force my weak body off hers and collapse onto my back.

“Holy fuck,” I mumble, staring up at the ceiling. “That was—”

A knock on the door cuts me off.

“Having fun in there?” a slurred male voice drawls. “Because it sure sounds like it.”

Sabrina freezes like a deer in the middle of a country road. The sex glow she’d been sporting fades instantly. Her face turns ashen, her fingers curling into the bedspread.

“Go away,” she snaps at the door.

“What? You’re not gonna introduce me to your friend? Don’t be so rude, Rina.”

“Go away, Ray.”

But the son of a bitch isn’t going anywhere. He starts rapping on the door again, drunken laughter echoing in the hall. “Lemme meet your friend! C’mon, I’ll be nice.”

Sabrina jumps off the bed and starts snatching up pieces of clothing. I quickly do the same, because it’s obvious that lying around naked isn’t in the cards.