Coast to Coast: A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance (Wyncote Wolves Book 7)
Coast to Coast: Chapter 9

Simon pulls back slightly, his eyes bouncing back and forth between mine. The corners of his lips twitch before they crash into mine. The tension between the two of us has been building for quite some time with the way we’ve always flirted with each other, but this is the first time either of us have ever made a move.

There’s a part of me that wonders if we shouldn’t be doing this. There’s a party in full swing downstairs. Even though some of the people have already left, I know my brother and my best friend are downstairs. And I’m not sure how my brother would feel about this.

Simon’s lips are soft against mine and he tastes like the beer he was drinking earlier. He nips at my bottom lip before sliding his tongue along the seam of mine. I part them, allowing him access inside. His tongue slides across mine before we are caught in a dance of our own.

His hands grip my waist, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he holds me flush against his firm body. My arms are wrapped around the back of his neck and I slide my hands through his now longer hair, feeling the silkiness between my fingertips. What starts out as a gentle kiss quickly becomes something completely different.

He releases my waist and slides one arm around the small of my back as he holds me tightly against him. The other replaces the side of my face before he slides his fingers through my hair and wraps the strands around his hand in a fist. His grip is tight on my hair and he pulls my head back slightly as he takes everything from me.

Simon drains the air from my lungs as his lips become more urgent and the kiss deepens. He bruises my lips with his own and I let him, reveling in the pain as he takes what he wants from me. We’ve been playing this little game of cat and mouse, but now he has me exactly where he wants me. And I was the first one to make the move.

I know he had been holding back out of respect for my brother. That, and the fact that I had a boyfriend all of the times I’ve stayed here before. I push the thoughts from my mind and allow myself to get completely lost in him and his touch.

He urges me backward, pushing me back until my legs are bumping into the edge of the bed. Abandoning my hair, both of his hands are on my hips and he’s lowering me down onto the mattress as he follows along with me. Fully clothed, he settles between my legs and his mouth never leaves mine.

It’s like our lips are melting into one another’s and our surroundings completely vanish. His hands are sliding my shirt up, his fingertips light as they dance across my skin. I don’t stop him because I want this just as badly as he does.

My hands are in his hair and his mouth abandons mine as he traces his tongue along the underside of my jaw. A moan falls from my lips, my eyelids fluttering as he begins his descent down my neck. His lips are sucking and tasting every inch of my skin as they begin to trail down the side of my neck.

Simon pushes my shirt up above my breasts and he slides his hands under my bra, pushing that up with my shirt. I don’t know how things are moving so fast but I’m not about to stop him. His cock is hard and I can feel it pressing against my center through our clothes. Removing my hands from his hair, I grip his broad shoulders as he brings his mouth down to my breasts.

He cups one in his palm, then plays with my nipple with his fingers. Rolling it in between his thumb and forefinger, he repeats the motion, alternating as he tugs on it gently. His mouth replaces my other nipple, sucking it between his teeth. His tongue is soft against my skin as he rolls it around my nipple.

Lifting his head, his eyes meet mine and there’s a fire burning deep in his irises. He lowers his head once more, switching to my other breast as he begins his slow assault on my other nipple, giving it the same attention the first one got.

I’m a mess underneath him, withering under his touch. Lifting my hips, I wrap my legs around his torso, feeling his cock pressing against my pussy. I shift myself, rolling my hips as I search for the friction that my body is craving. Moving against him, his cock rolls against my clit through our clothes.

It’s like we’re in fucking high school, practically dry fucking each other through our clothes right now. My hands abandon his shoulders and I’m sliding them down his torso until I reach the waistband of his sweatpants. A groan slips from his lips and I can feel the sound vibrating against my flesh as I slide my fingers underneath the elastic band.

He pulls away from my breasts and rests his forehead against my sternum, a ragged breath slipping from him. His gaze meets mine and I’m lost in the fire again as he stares up at me. “Goddamn, Stella. You’re driving me insane right now.”

“Good,” I smile back at him, “because I want you, Simon. So badly.”

A smirk tugs on his lips. “You going to let me taste that pretty pussy, baby girl?”

Pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth, I bite down on my flesh and nod.

Simon begins to move down my torso, his hands replaceing the top of my pants. He begins to drag them down, pulling my panties with them before he pauses. He strips them away from my body before tossing them onto the floor. Simon settles on his knees and slides his hands under my ass as he pulls me to the edge of the bed.

He settles himself between my legs, his mouth so close to my pussy that I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin as he breathes out. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you, pretty girl.”

I swallow roughly, feeling the warmth spreading through my body as I’m craving his touch. “I want you to taste me, Simon.”

He shakes his head. “Not good enough, Stella. Tell me what you want.”

Fuck.

There’s something dominating about him that has me feeling like I’m already soaked. I’ve never had someone talk to me like this before. Usually, they just took what they wanted or went down on me without needing my instructions. Simon is demanding this from me and it has me on the spot right now.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” I murmur, my voice hoarse and thick with need. “I don’t want you to stop until you make me come.”

A look of approval passes through his expression and there’s a storm brewing in his metallic-colored eyes as he nods. “Good girl. You tell me what you want and you’ll be rewarded.”

His breath is hot against my pussy and I almost come completely undone as he slides his tongue along my center. He starts at the bottom, licking his way to the top before circling his tongue around my clit. A moan slips from my lips and I don’t bother trying to swallow back the sounds.

He doesn’t stop at just that. He’s skilled with his wicked tongue as he licks me up and down, each time teasing my clit when he reaches the top. That’s what I want. I want him to play with it until I’m shattering into a million pieces. And it’s as if he knows it. Instead of focusing just on that, he’s fucking teasing me and it’s driving me wild.

Simon parts my legs farther until I’m practically in a split. He plants his forearms against my thighs, pinning them to the bed as I try to wiggle underneath him. My hands replace his hair and I’m gripping his locks tightly against his scalp. My hips buck, but he doesn’t let me move as he continues his slow assault against my pussy.

It’s driving me absolutely insane and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I just want him to focus on my clit and he is purposely bypassing it. A groan of frustration escapes me.

“Oh my god, Simon,” I murmur, my voice cracking around my words. “Stop fucking teasing me and show me how well you can fuck me with that mouth.”

Simon pulls his face away from me, his eyes replaceing mine. A shadow passes over his face. “You think I’m not doing a good job already?”

I narrow my eyes at him, the warmth building in the pit of my stomach. “You know what you’re doing. Stop fucking around and make me come.”

He removes his right arm from my thigh and lightly slaps my pussy. It stings my flesh but at the same time it sends a streak of electricity through my body, making my nerves feel like they’re on fire. I let out a yelp, the pain mixing with pleasure.

My chest is rising and falling in rapid succession as my breathing grows ragged. My heart pounds erratically in my chest and it feels like it could burst through my rib cage at any moment.

“What was that for?” I practically pant, my voice needy because I kind of want him to do it again.

“You told me what you wanted, so I felt you needed to feel a different type of reward.” Simon tilts his head to the side, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he licks me from top to bottom before looking up at me again. “Are you implying you didn’t like it? Because I saw the way your body reacted to it.”

I swallow roughly, not wanting to admit that I actually did like it. “So, what if I did?”

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks before diving back into my pussy. He works his mouth against me, eating me like a starved man. I swear to God, he’s going to completely consume me.

And then there’s a knock on the door. Simon quickly lifts his head, our gazes colliding in an instant. My eyes are wide and I’m abruptly sitting up on the bed.

“Stella?” I hear Olivia’s voice from the other side of the door. “Are you in there?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’m still staring at Simon. “What the hell do I do?”

“Just chill the fuck out and tell her you’ll be out in a minute.”

Jesus Christ. How could I have been so stupid to think that no one would come up here looking for me?

“Yeah, I am,” I call out to her as I practically jump to my feet. Simon hands me my underwear and pants and I quickly pull them on. “Simon and I were just talking. I’ll be right out.”

After adjusting my pants and panties, I realize that my bra and shirt are still pushed up high on my chest. I quickly pull both of them back into place. As I turn around, I see that Simon is sitting on his bed, looking completely unfazed by the whole thing.

“How are you so calm right now?”

He shrugs. “Because I don’t give a shit if anyone knows about this. Why are you so worked up about it? We came up to my room to talk—do you think that anyone is going to actually buy that?”

“I don’t know. Shit, I don’t fucking know. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Simon’s eyebrows draw together and a pained look washes over his expression. “Why is that?”

“Because you’re my brother’s roommate. I’m supposed to be on my journey to self-discovery and that doesn’t involve falling into bed with someone else.”

“I think you should look at it differently, maybe from a more positive perspective,” Simon offers, his voice gentle. “You’re discovering things about yourself where there are no attachments involved. I’m not asking for anything from you, Stella. But maybe this can help you figure out and explore some things you didn’t know about yourself before.”

I stare at him as I let his words float around in my mind before absorbing them. He has a point, but Olivia is still on the other side of the door waiting for me. “We’re not done here, but we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Leaving Simon where he’s sitting, I quickly slip out of his bedroom and pull the door shut behind me. Olivia is standing across the hall, a patient and kind look on her face. She smiles at me, giving me a knowing look without even saying anything.

“Just don’t,” I tell her, shaking my head as a nervous laugh slips from my lips.

“I wasn’t going to.” She smiles at me before giving me a wink. “I just wanted to come say bye to you before we head out. I want to get together soon so we can have some girl time.”

“Of course.” I smile back at her, pulling her in for a hug. “Call me tomorrow?”

“You got it,” she nods as she steps away from me. “And enjoy the rest of your night,” she adds with another wink.

I shake my head and fall into step with her as we begin to walk down the hall. “I’m taking my ass to bed before I do something stupid.”

Olivia doesn’t say anything about my remark, but instead just says goodnight to me before she disappears downstairs. I slip into my new bedroom and immediately flop down onto the bed. I’m on my back, staring up at the ceiling as I think about the events that happened tonight.

My body is still humming from Simon’s touch and I’m craving the feeling of his tongue between my legs. I wasn’t ready for it to be over, but maybe it was best that Olivia interrupted us.

I need to figure out what the hell I want before I end up in bed with Simon Murray again.

Maybe he can be a part of my journey… just as long as he doesn’t become my destination.