Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

Shit. “Cam . . .” “Huh?” My eyes snap to hers, and she looks worried. “Are you having second thoughts?” Yes. I’m having straight up regrets. I should pull out. I realize I’ve been staring this whole ti...

I shove the rest of me inside, and her breathing stops. She freezes. “Holy—” Her lips tip up into a smile. I pull out and thrust again, getting an eyeful of her tight pussy swallowing my thick dick so well—all of me at once. Feeling the thrum as each piercing fits inside. It’s impressive. Her leg...

The third time I sink into her, something seems off. It’s like she’s avoiding eye contact. “What are you looking at?” “Nothing.” “Look at me.” “No, thank you.” What the actual fuck? “Why?” She clears her throat, still facing away. “Can you do it from behind?” I choke, trying to swallow. “Excuse me? No, I’m not fucking you from behind!” I snap, that pisses me of...

“I’m not used to eye contact,” she says. “That’s not my problem. Look at me while I’m fucking you,” I growl back. “Cam!” I grab her chin and turn it toward me. “What is it, Jordan?” I ask, rubbing circles into her clit. “Fuck . . .” “This too much for you?” It’s too much for me too, but it’s not enough to stop me from filling this darling girl with my cum and watching it drip out. I ...

She covers her face with her hands. Her voice chokes on a sob, “Yes!” Too fucking bad. She needs to be reminded this is different. This is for her, and she’s going to stay with me through this. “Use your safeword....

With one hand, I grab both her wrists and pin them directly above her head. With my other hand, I grab the back of her neck and crane her neck forward. “Look down. Watch me fuck you.” She sniffles and opens her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” She stares for a moment. “No.” Her voice is breathy and seductive. “Then we’re not stopping. This is your fucking baptism, Sunshine.” She nods. Every piercing hitches o...

I release her neck. “Such a good girl . . . Now I want you to look up.” Her eyes are swimming with tears, I can’t help but press my lips to hers. I hate him for breaking her like this. He should thank his lucky stars I haven’t shown up at his doorstep. Yet. I drop her wrists, and she brings her soft fingertips to my jaw and kisses me back so hard I think she’s sucking my soul out of me. She’s an enigma. So powerful and submissive at the same time....

A smile shoots across my face when her eyes fully focus on me. She’s been in such a fucked-up relationship for so long, she doesn’t yet know her own strength. When she rises like a phoenix from that pile of ash, she’ll be a force to be recko...

This is only the beginning of her transformation, and I want to be the catalyst. I’m fascinated by Jordan. Her body tightens, and I lean down, biting her nipples. She cries out, and I reward her, licking each like a balm to the sting. “Do you hear those sexy sounds you make? Goddamn, I want to de...

Her nails scratch down my back, mauling me. If she keeps it up, the guys will think I’ve been fucking Wolverine. I hope she never stops. I want her to mark me as much as I do her. My hand snakes between us and up toward her neck. When my fingers wrap around her throat, she tilts her chin up, givin...

“Sweet Jordana Landry from the big house on the hill. Always following the rules, behaving like a sophisticated socialite. Prim, proper, and pretty as can be. So lovely.” I lick across her lower lip, she opens up, and I spit inside. Her eyes fill with fire, and I smile. “But when you tilt your head up like that for me, I know you’d rather wear my hand around your neck than anything from Harry Winston. You need someone to worship and fuck you the wa...

Good god. “That’s my perfect fucking girl.” I drop my mouth to her ear. “Maybe I should tattoo a diamond necklace on the back of my hand . . . that way I can dress you up whenever I want.” When I sit up, her eyes are nearly black. Any sign of her innocent, angelic nature has been replaced with a succubus. Sitting back on my heels, I open her knees, gazing down at her with a smirk, appreciating the way she takes each inch, with...

“You’re getting close,” I comment as her body slowly closes in on me. Her panting grows more desperate. My thumb finds her clit and rubs small circles. She props herself on her elbows with parted lips, looking down, as if she wants to see it as bad as I do. Reaching under her arms, I drag her on top of me. She lets me lift and drop her on my dick over and over. With her nails in my shoulders, I cup her chin in one hand and bring her right in front of my face. “You are such a pretty girl. Why don’t you show me how pretty you are coming on a big, fat cock.”

There is nothing sexier then being man handled by your man

Her mouth opens on a silent scream, and then it hits. It hits like a fucking hurricane. She twists and writhes, her hips rolling on me. “Please, please, please . . .” “You learn those manners in finishing school, princess?” “Uh-huh.” She nods again. “When do I say thank you?” I grab her neck and squeeze with one hand while pinching her nipple with the other. “Open your mouth.” She does, and I spit inside. “Now you thank me.”

She throws her arms around my neck and rides me, gasping and panting. “Fuck, Cam—” She groans. Her body erupts, and she throbs over my length; it feels incredible. “That’s it.” I smirk, feeling proud as hell. She’s a shaking mess. Her claws dig into my shoulders, and it sends chills up my spine. “Come for me, Jordan. Only for me,” I growl. She’s mine now. I haul her ass closer, pounding up into her. I pull back and see tears streaming down her face. The overwhelming pleasure has her rap...

We collapse against each other. “Thank you,” she murmurs. I laugh; she’s so sweet. “Fuck, Jordan. You’re fun.” Her breaths are heaving against my chest. Nipples hard, flush tear-stained cheeks, freckles, and hooded bedroom eyes. I can’t take my gaze off her. She’s mesmerizing. Jordan sucks the air right out of my lungs. “Wo...

Amazing doesn’t even cover it. She rocked me to my core. Guys talk about magic pussy, but I figured pussy was like pizza. Each woman is different, but it’s all good. The variety...

Cam gave me a deliciously painful workout. Hopefully not the last of those. It was amazing. Passionate and exciting. I didn’t know sex could feel so intense.

Humans aren’t meant to have quiet, boring, faceless sex. It was passionate and wild. He lit a fire in my soul. I woke up physically weak but emotionally empowered. The opposite of previous relationships. There is so much of myself I’ve ignored or suppressed over the years, but I got a taste of freedom last night. Sex the way I want it. How can one person teach me so much about myself?

I want someone who will consume me the way Cam did. I shouldn’t get involved with anyone, but . . . knowing such a chemistry exists in the world is enough to give me hope for a chance at something great.

I’m never sacrificing my own sexual pleasure for another man again. From now on, sex is on my terms. I want someone who will call me a slut because he knows I enjoy being objectified, not because he thinks I’m fucking someone on the side. Have him whisper filthy things that send waves of ecstasy down my spine instead of fear. I want him to bite, spit, and pull my hair because it brings me pleasure, not pain.

I’ve had orgies before, but none were as hot as showing her how to spit on my cock. I’ve always pictured Jordan as a good girl but didn’t realize she could be such a good girl.

Teaching her how to give a decent blowjob? Normally that would have been a turn-off. Any woman who wants to put her mouth on my cock better know what she’s doing before she even drops to her knees, but Jordan? Fuck. It satisfied my corruption kink like no other. Pretty sure it’s some weird ego thing. Every blowjob she gives from now on will be my blowjob—the way I taught her. You’re fucking welcome.

“I never want you to stop.” I exhale. “Your touch is . . . everything. It’s exciting, sexy, fun . . . It makes me forget about my past. I feel wanted and powerful. It’s the first time a man’s touch has felt like my decision, like I’m still in control.”

“You’re gorgeous all the time, but when your eyebrows push together and your mouth opens with those big brown eyes, begging me to push you over the edge . . . fuck, I’m powerless against you.”

I grab a blanket from the basket and crawl over the back of the couch, pulling her back to my front as I settle in behind her. Her neck cranes to look at me. “What are you doing?” I nuzzle the back of her neck and breathe her in. “I’m watching a movie.” “You’ve got me trapped between your thighs.” “Friends can cuddle and watch a movie together . . . If you don’t like it, then move.” She leans against me, and I smile. I’m sure she’s rolling her eyes. “By the way, that goal in the second period? Phenomenal passing.”

I wrap my arms around her, and she melts into my chest, letting me tighten my bear hug. Her soothing scent surrounds me. I love the Viktor & Rolf perfume she wears, but there’s an underlying natural Jordan fragrance that’s sexy and cozy. She lets out a sigh when I press my lips to her neck. I do it again, hoping for another noise, this time closer to her shoulder. The exhale is thick with longing. This woman holds such power over me. “I want to kiss you,” she murmurs.

My thumbs stray under her shirt and stroke her waist. She grips the hem and drags it over her head. I groan, noticing she’s wearing nothing underneath. My tongue trails down the column of her neck, and she rises to her knees to give me better access to her breasts. Goddamn.

I deepen our kiss. She deserves far better than me, that’s for sure. I had no expectation of fucking tonight, but I’ll let her use me for whatever she needs in this moment. My palms skim up the back of her thighs, over her ass, higher to her back and shoulders before traveling back down. My fingers knead between her cheeks and lower; she’s hot, wet, and trembling.

stuff my fingers inside her. Her kiss is frenzied, and she moans against my mouth until she rips her lips away to breathe. Her arms wrap around my neck as I work her over. “What do you want, Sunshine?” “All of you.” Her voice cracks, and the sorrow in it destroys me. I nod. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.”

I scoot forward and glide my cock through her folds until I’m coated with her, then wait at her entrance. I’ve never wanted to take away someone’s pain more than right now. Her jaw falls as she settles onto me. Jordan is a knockout. It takes two tries before she fits every inch of me inside her, and I can’t stifle the guttural sound that escapes my throat. Our bodies are made for each other. My lips find hers again. Kissing is effortless, our mouths fit so well together, perfectly in sync. Grinding against me, she rocks, and my piercings ruggedly massage her from the inside. She settles hard on my lap as if there’s an itch she needs me to scratch. I love being inside her when she’s so greedy, but this grind isn’t doing it for her. Her adorable, frustrated whine causes me to grip her waist and bounce her on my cock.

“This how you need to be fucked, baby?” She whimpers my name, and begs not to stop. “Let go. You're safe with me.” I lock in on her dazzling brown eyes and jiggling thick thighs. “Goddamn, you look absolutely perfect.” She gives me more of her weight as her muscles clench. My jaw tics as I focus on her. Her orgasm hits, and I fuck her through it, stealing every sweet sound with my lips, and claim my own release. It’s not long before our panting slows, and her soft smile is a massive comfort. I slip away to the bathroom, retu...

I look down to see him unzip his dress pants. “He might, but I’m not. Pull up your skirt.” My mouth drops open. If anyone heard him, I’ll be mortified, but thankfully, everyone around us seems preoccupied by the game highlights on the big screen. His hand covers mine and he brings it to his lap, under the table. His dick is out, and he’s hard. Holy shit. My fingers explore his ladder, enjoying the way his piercings feel.

This is in middle of being at a bar.

He squeezes the back of my thighs, and his husky breaths warm my neck. “Deep breaths, lean back.” He smells like Doublemint gum and cologne. The signature scent of fuckboys everywhere.

“So pretty,” he says into my hair. “I can feel the pulse in your neck. Is there anywhere else I can feel it?” His hand slips under my thigh and presses hard against my clit. “Found it. Pretty easy when you’re throbbing. What a soft pussy you have.”

He adjusts me on his length, and his piercings rub against my G-spot while he chats up his friend.

Cam’s voice is in my ear again. “You think you can hurt me? Joke’s on you, sweetheart. I’m into that shit. Come on, break the skin. Make me bleed.”

He sits up, adjusting, somehow pushing even deeper while he works my clit with his hand. “Almost there, aren’t you? Does this turn you on? Knowing you’re shoulder to shoulder with a table full of hockey players and about to come all over their captain’s cock? They might find out. You’re getting wetter just thinking about it. You’ve drenched me, Jordan.” “Yes.” “You wanted to try something new. So, how is it?”

“I’m not . . .” What am I trying to say? “. . . pleased.” Words are hard. “Don’t lie to me, angel.” He slaps my clit harder than before, and the pressure is too much for me to hold back. Without trying, my hips rock on him, and he pulls me back so my head rests on his shoulder. “There you go, now was that so difficult?” I turn into his neck while I come, pretending to whisper back, but it’s a cover for my face and to hide as I pant against his skin. My knuckles are white as I grip his thighs and slowly breathe in and out through my nose. “That’s my special girl . . . Your pussy is so sweet milking me like that.” One quiet grunt later, his hot cum fills me up. My eyes widen. Oh my god . . . it’s a lot. Shit, what do I do? “You came,” I mumble, stating the obvious. How am I going to handle this? “I did. Look up, someone is trying to get your attention.”

When my gaze lifts, I see a waving hand across the room. It’s Brett, from earlier, waving me over. No, no no no. “Go on. Why don’t you go flirt with that guy across the bar again? I want to watch you talk to him while my cum leaks down your leg.” “I’m absolutely not doing that,” I say through gritted teeth. “Yes you are.” His voice raises so the rest of the table hears. “Don’t you know that guy, why don’t you go say hi?” ...

Shit, his cum is leaking. I cross my thighs and lean against a barstool, trying to look natural. From across the room, Cam’s eyes are locked on me while he takes a swig of beer. That cocky son of a bitch. “Yeah, sort of a family friend.” It’s beginning to run down my leg. “I’m really sorry, I’m not feeling well and need to head home. But it was really nice to meet you.”

The two minutes is all I need to overthink everything. Was it wrong to let him do that? I liked it—a lot. I’ve been wanting new experiences, wanting to let loose, and that’s exactly what I did tonight, and I loved it. I didn’t know it would feel so exhilarating to throw caution to the wind and be impulsive. Be risky. But did I allow him to mark me so other guys wouldn’t have the chance? I’m sure some other woman is already sitting in his lap. He’ll take her home and be discreet about it, meanwhile I’m waiting for a ride with cum running down my leg. Shame sneaks into my thoughts, and I push it back. I liked what happened, but without Cam next to me on the sidewalk, it makes me feel . . . used.

“You’re a dick,” I mutter under my breath. “You can call me all the names you want, talk to whoever you want, but at the end of the night, we leave together. I leave with you. You leave with me.” He squeezes my hand, then produces a wad of napkins from his jacket pocket and turns toward me, spreading my legs. His eyes stay on mine as he sweeps between my legs. His touch is tender and affectionate. He stuffs the napkins back into his pocket and threads his fingers in mine. It feels like crossing a line. I clamp my legs together and turn away from him, gently shaking off his hand. This isn’t anything more than friends with benefits. I can’t let him do nice things like that; it confuses me.

Rolling up my sleeves, I step down and spin to face her. “Strip for me.” I want to see every side of her get naked in that mirror. “Here?” “Yes.” And she does.

She’s amazing at following directions. When she makes eye contact, and I see the flicker dance in her eyes, it’s on. I stride over to the chair and grab the toy. My hands twitch as I step up on the platform next to her, I bend down low and slap the suction cup to the mirror. She stares at it and looks back at me. I nod. “You want me to . . . Will it hold?” I drop to my knees in front of her, loop my thumbs in her thong on each side and drag it down to the floor, then press a kiss to her pussy.

“It’ll hold.” Standing, I stuff the underwear in the pocket of my dress pants. “I’ve never done it that way.” She means she’s never masturbated that way, but she’s had plenty of experience in that sex position. Just not while someone watches her from the front. “I know how well your cunt can grip a dick. Show me how you like being fucked. Keep your eyes on mine the whole time. He may not have enjoyed watching you, but I do. And tonight, you’re the main attraction. Understand?”

She nods and bites her lip. It excites her. A flush creeps into her cheeks, and I cup her face, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Come on, Sunshine. Show me what a slut you are for this.” She kneels, facing away from the mirror. There’s a shy sweetness to her that has me watching with rapt attention. “O-okay.” Her voice is shaky, I find it endearing. Crawling backward, she aligns herself with the dildo and presses against it. There’s a l...

She pulls it to the tip and pushes back. I want to take my dick out so bad. Fuck, I will never forget tonight. A soft moan escapes, and I smile. That’s that good stuff. Her tits swing and bounce with each movement. She’s perfection. Her big brown eyes leave mine, only to drop to my groin, where she sees my cock trying to spring free. “Do you want to fuck me, Cam?” Want? No. I need to fuck her. Christ, woman. “That what you want? A second guy?”

She nods, and the corners of her mouth tip up. I walk to the mirror, and she leans forward, the toy sliding out of her. I wrap my hand around the dildo and adjust its position on the mirror. Her wetness coats my palm, and I lick it off, savoring her. “Spin.” I drop to my knees behind her and unzip my pants, stroking myself. She’s so primed and ready for me. We watch each other through the mirror’s reflection for an extended moment before I remember what I’m doing. “Let’s make this more fun.” I loosen my necktie and place it over her eyes. She holds it in place while I knot it behind her head. “Bringing in a person would require a much lengthier conversation, but for now, we’re going to pretend. Safewords are still in place, but I want you to slap the floor if you want to stop.”

I carefully watch how she responds to my taunting, but the way her body pulses tells me everything I need to know. She likes it, and I reward her with another spank. Each snap of my hips pushes the dildo deeper into her mouth. “Just because I’m taking you from behind, doesn’t mean I get to miss out on how pretty you look like this. You’re breathtaking, Jordan.” She moans, and I close my eyes, committing her sounds to memory. “You took me down your throat with all my piercings, this should be no problem for you, right?” Inching closer, the toy is pushed deeper. I brace one arm on the mirror above her head so I can lean forward and wipe the drool from her mouth with my thumb. “Show me how well you take a cock in your throat.” I lightly slap her cheek. Another clench. Goddamn, she’s a dream.