Coast to Coast: A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance (Wyncote Wolves Book 7)
Coast to Coast: Chapter 16

I know I shouldn’t be kissing her right now, but I couldn’t help myself. I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind for such a long fucking time. And now having her in such close proximity, I’m clearly losing any self-control that I possessed. After replaceing her in bed when I got back earlier, that’s literally all I want.

I want her in my goddamn bed. Morning and night. Whenever the hell she will agree to being in there.

When we got here earlier today, I planned on sleeping on the couch and giving her the bed. Now I realize that there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to resist her. Unless she doesn’t want me in the bed, we won’t be sleeping separately.

Making a move on the first night is probably a bad idea. We still have an entire month we’re going to be here, sharing this space. Anything can happen in that time frame. But you know what… Stella is on her own little journey, and maybe so am I. I’m on my own journey of doing whatever the fuck I want without worrying about what happens after.

What could possibly go wrong?

Our mouths are melting together. Stella parts her lips, granting me the access I crave as my tongue slides against hers. She moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound. Removing my hand from her hair, both of my hands are replaceing her waist and I’m pulling her onto my lap. Stella doesn’t resist and she slides both thighs on either side of mine as she straddles me.

My cock is already harder than a fucking rock and it presses against her center through my pants as she settles on top of me. Her hands are on my shoulders and I can feel her warmth through the thin layer of my t-shirt. I’m ready to strip us both down to our bare bones and expose myself to her.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing to me, angel,” I breathe against her lips as we break apart. Her breathing is shallow, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “Whatever it is, please don’t fucking stop.”

Stella shifts her hips, grinding herself on my cock through my pants. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmurs breathlessly. “I can’t get involved with anyone, Simon.”

“Who said it has to be anything more than this, angel?” I question her, my fingertips digging into her flesh as I hold her in my lap. “You’re just here for the summer. We can just go our separate ways, if that’s what you want.”

“So, we’re on the same page then?” she asks me, shifting her weight again. Her palms are warm against my shoulders as she holds on to me.

Pulling back slightly, I lean deeper into the couch as I stare into her dark eyes. “I’m on whatever page you want me to be on.”

Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine briefly. “Take me to bed.”

My cock twitches against her and I waste no time. Sliding my hands to her ass, I lift her in the air as I rise to my feet. She’s petite and feels light in my arms as I carry her through the apartment. When we stand side by side, she’s more than a foot shorter than my six-three frame. She fits perfectly in my arms and it’s effortless as I take her to bed.

This is not how I thought our first night here would go, but I don’t think I would want this any other way. Stella’s taking me along on her journey and I’m more than happy to oblige. I slowly lower her down onto the bed and drop to my knees as I pull her ass to the edge.

My hands replace the waistband of her pants and I slide them, along with her panties, down her thighs until I’m pulling them away from her feet. Our gazes collide and Stella’s eyes are wide as I push her legs apart with my arms. My face dips down to the apex of her thighs and I’m about to dive in when she slides her hands through my hair and lifts my head.

There’s a touch of concern in her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing what we started the other night.” I smirk, feeling the tug against my scalp as I fight against her grip and bring my mouth down to her pussy.

She tastes just like I remember and I run my tongue along her center. Her fingers are still tangled in my hair and she tightens her grip as I move to her clit. My tongue brushes over the most sensitive part of her body and her hips involuntarily buck, pushing her pussy against my face.

Lifting my gaze, I watch her as she’s lying back but propped up on her arms. Her head falls backward and her lips part slightly. I run my tongue along her again, circling around her clit as her chest rises and falls rapidly. A moan escapes her and I can’t fight the grin that pulls on my lips as I know her sounds are from what I’m doing.

Her fucking moans are all mine.

I’m obsessed with the way she tastes and the way it’s driving her mad. I continue to lap at her pussy, licking and sucking, tasting and teasing, until she’s practically coming undone under my touch. Sliding one hand along the inside of her thigh, I don’t stop until I’m sliding a finger inside her tight pussy. She moans loudly as I suck her clit in between my lips and begin to pump my finger in and out of her.

I’ve been with quite a few girls, but nothing equates to whatever this is with Stella. We both agreed that it’s nothing more than a summer fling—just a simple hookup—and then we go our separate ways. But fuck… being between someone’s legs while you fuck them with your mouth is on a completely different level of intimacy.

Sliding another finger inside her, I fuck her harder with my hand while rolling her clit under my tongue. I apply more pressure and she’s coming apart at the goddamn seams. She’s a breathless mess of moans. Her thighs are firm against my forearms, fighting against me as I continue to pleasure her in the best way possible.

“Oh my god, Simon,” she moans loudly, her grip tightening on my hair. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

Disobeying her, I pull back slightly, but my mouth is still brushing against her pussy lips. “Come for me, angel,” I murmur as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her. “Come all over my tongue.”

Stella pushes my head back between her legs and I dive back in, consuming her like a starved man. It doesn’t take long before I’m curling my fingers inside her, pressing against the fleshy part that pushes her over the edge. Applying more pressure, I roll my tongue once more around her clit, and she’s crying out my name, shattering into a million fucking pieces.

Her pussy tightens around my fingers and her legs are shaking as her orgasm tears through her body. Releasing her clit, I lap at her pussy, tasting her arousal on my tongue. My cock throbs in my pants, but I don’t even need to be inside her right now. This is fucking enough for me.

My first taste of heaven.

Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I lift my head and move my arms away from her legs. As I move from my knees, a smile pulls on my lips when I see her. Stella is laid out completely on her back, her hair splayed across the bed. Her chest is rising and falling faster than I’ve ever seen it. She’s completely breathless and I want to breathe life back into her.

The mattress dips under my weight as I climb onto the bed, crawling over her. I don’t stop until my face is hovering above hers. Stella’s eyelids flutter open and they are glazed over from the pure state of ecstasy she’s in as she continues to ride out her orgasm.

“Jesus Christ, Simon,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. She lifts her hands to my chin, wiping away the wetness from when she came. “Whatever you were doing with your tongue should be illegal.”

Tilting my head to the side, I raise an eyebrow as my face dips down to hers.

“If it were, I would gladly go to jail for making you come like that.”