Her mouth opens on a sharp cry, her hands fisting my hair in a death grip as her thighs clamp down around my head, keeping me in place, not like I’m going anywhere.
“NOAH!” She comes with the cry of my name on her lips. I’ve never loved my name as much as I do when she screams it.
Fuck!
“Yes, ride my tongue just like that.” I don’t let up and coax her orgasm out of her, letting her ride my face into oblivion.
I follow her soon behind, my own orgasm blinding me, my body rocking back and forth on my knees. My movements turn faster both on her pussy and my cock as I milk the last drop out of us both, licking her up, cleaning her until there’s nothing left.
Andie falls back on the bed, panting hard with the force of her climax. She’s exhausted, and yet she looks stunning. I can’t admire this woman enough.
When my knees start to hurt, I pull her dress down and tuck myself in. Heading into the washroom, I grab a wet towel and walk out to clean her, only to find her passed out exactly as I left her.
Her long lashes adorning the apple of her cheeks, her parted lips blowing away an unruly strand of hair.
I wonder what they taste like—her lips. Do they taste like the lips between her legs, like honey, or do they taste like the strawberry chapstick she so often wears?
My tongue peeks out, licking my bottom lip, wishing it were hers instead.
But then the rules I fucking devised, knock on the forefront of my mind, warningme this is a bad idea.
Shaking my head and diffusing the absurd fucking thoughts away, I move forward and clean Andie.
She’s so spent that she doesn’t even bat an eye while I do that and moans lightly, causing my dick to twitch again.
You just came! Calm down! She’s asleep for fuck’s sake!
I rebuke my cock like it’s normal.
Cursing myself to hell, I pick up Andie and tuck her in comfortably. Pulling back, I stare at her flushed skin, messy hair, and parted lips.
Fuck! It’s like she belongs in my bed.
Get your head on straight, NOAH!
She doesn’t belong anywhere in your life. All she is is your best friend’s sister, whom you happen to help in secret.
That’s all.
It’s just fucking sex.
Thirteen
Noah
I’m still reveling in the taste of Andie’s juices when I head to the arena the next day.
Heading into the building with the usual nod to the guard at the entrance and the staff milling about, I make my way to the locker room with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, backward cap taming my hair, and mind full of images from last night.
I haven’t been able to think about anything other than the glistening pussy detonating on my mouth, not once but twice. And then gettingexhausted from it to the point she fucking passed out.
I’ve been with countless women, and I’m not being arrogant when I say that for even a second. It’s just a fact, a reality that comes with being a famous NHL goalie. But no other woman has ever been as fucking responsive as Andie Moore.
Eating a woman out has never made me as hard as eatingherout, enough that I had to jerk off right there and then on my knees.
But it wasn’t just the sexual part; being in her electric presence made me forget about all the shadows hanging over my head, sucking me into their void of despair. Made me forget what a fuck up I am.
She isn’t sharply beautiful, not in the way the models or actresses are.