Playing Offsides: An Opposites Attract Hockey Romance (Wyncote Wolves Book 3)
Playing Offsides: Chapter 18

Cameron carries me into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. It slams, the sound echoing throughout the house, but Cam doesn’t seem too concerned with waking up his roommates. He strides across the room before gently laying me down on his bed. My chest rises and falls in rapid succession, my heart pounding erratically in my chest as I stare up at him.

He stares down at me, flames of lust licking at his green irises as he reaches behind his head. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, he pulls it over his tousled hair and drops it onto the floor beside him. He stands in place, allowing my eyes a moment to explore the planes of his torso. My gaze moves across his abs, tracing the dips and curves of his body as I scan his chest, making my way back to his face.

“Your turn, baby,” he demands in a husky voice, nodding his head at me. “Either you can take it off or I will.”

Biting down on my bottom lip, my teeth leave half-moon indents in my flesh as my eyes search his. A warmth spreads through the pit of my stomach and I clamp my thighs together, looking for any type of friction. “Why don’t you come over here and do it for me?”

His throat bobs as he swallows hard, pinning me with his gaze as he begins to stalk closer. As he reaches the bottom of the bed, his hands dart out, grabbing my ankles. I yelp out in surprise as he tugs on me, yanking me toward him. In one swift movement, he pulls me across the bed, until my legs are hanging off the end of it.

Cam releases my ankles, sliding off my shoes and socks before he drags his fingertips up my thighs. As he reaches the bottom hem of my shirt, he slips his hands underneath, stroking my skin underneath the cotton material. His hands reach my shoulders, simultaneously pushing up the fabric as he pulls me into a seated position.

His hands are soft, warming my skin as he pulls my shirt free from my body. The cool air of the room replaces his touch and a shiver slides down my spine. Cam’s palm feels like silk as it moves across my cheek. Wrapping his long fingers around the back of my neck, he tilts my head back as he leans down closer to me, his lips instantly replaceing mine.

Our mouths collide together, working in tandem as we both taste and tease one another. His lips are soft against mine and he tastes like a hint of mint. He slides his tongue along the seam of my lips, slowly parting them as he dives inside. I let him in, exposing him to the darkest parts of myself as he breathes me in.

Reaching around my back, Cam’s hands replace the clasp of my bra and he slides them through the hooks. Hooking his fingers under the straps, he slides them from my shoulders and down my arms until my breasts are free from the fabric.

He moves away from me for a moment, pulling back as his eyes scan my body. I swallow hard under his gaze, watching the way his gaze trails over my breasts as he discards my bra on the floor with the rest of our clothes. Cam crouches down in front of me, trailing his fingertips along my collarbones before making his way down my torso.

A soft moan slips from my lips as Cam slides one of his palms underneath my breast, taking it in his hand as he kneads my flesh. Planting his other palm against my collarbone, he rises to his feet as he pushes me back onto the bed. Following along with me, he parts my legs with his knee as he climbs over me. Settling between my thighs, he props himself up so I don’t take all of his weight as he brings his mouth down to my nipple.

His tongue swirls around my flesh as he slowly draws it in between his teeth. He sucks and bites, tasting and teasing my skin as he rolls my other nipple with the tips of his fingers. I’m a mess under his touch, writhing on the bed as he explores my body, replaceing what makes me tick. My nails dig into his back, marking his skin with scratches as I tilt my head, getting lost in what his mouth feels like on me.

“Fuck, Aspen,” he breathes, his voice hoarse and strained as he lifts his head. His eyes meet mine as he presses his lips to the skin between both of my breasts. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

He drags his tongue along my skin, moving down my body. Nipping and sucking my skin as he makes his way toward my waist, he slides his fingers under the waistband of my pants. Curling his fingers, he hooks them in the fabric and slowly begins to peel my pants and my underwear from my body in one fluid movement.

Lifting my hips, I move my ass from the bed as he pushes my clothes down my thighs. He moves off the bed, rising to his feet again as he pulls my pants and underwear past my feet and tosses them onto the ground. I’m completely naked under his gaze and I can feel him staring through me, like he’s staring into the fibers of my soul.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, running his hand through his dark hair. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, a wave of pain passing through his eyes as he drinks me in. It’s contradictory, but I don’t question him on it as the flames of desire wash it away.

Cameron undoes his pants, shoving them down his thighs in a haste. His boxers slide down with the soft material, his cock hard as a rock as he frees it from his clothing. I swallow hard, gulping as my eyes take in this length. Not only is he packing… but it’s fucking thick too.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” he murmurs, as he climbs over me and settles between my legs. Completely ignoring his erection, he strokes the sides of my face, concern laced in his eyes.

A ragged breath slips from my lips as I search his green eyes. “I don’t know that it’s going to fit,” I whisper, that panic filling me as I’m overcome with thoughts of him stretching me beyond belief. I literally don’t know that it’s physically possible.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, Aspen,” he breathes, dragging his fingertips down the length of my throat. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”

I shake my head, biting down on my bottom lip. Cam frowns, his mouth replaceing mine as he pulls my lip from my teeth with his own. His tongue darts out, licking the indents that I felt in my flesh. “I want you. I want this.”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his voice soft as his eyes desperately search mine. There’s something lingering in his expression, something that resembles fear. I don’t think that he’s afraid to hurt me, but he’s frightened of what my answer might possibly be.

And there’s no reason for his fear, because he’s never given me a reason not to trust him.

“Yes,” I breathe, nodding as I assure him that this is what I want with him. “I trust you, Cameron.”

I watch his expression transform, a ragged breath of relief slipping from his lips before his mouth collides with mine again. He steals the air from my lungs, draining all of the oxygen from my body as my head swims in pure ecstasy from the taste of him as his tongue slides against mine.

Cam breaks apart for a moment, reaching over to his nightstand as he pulls out a condom. Grabbing the wrapper between his teeth, he tears it open before sliding the condom over his hard cock. I watch in awe as he positions himself against me. There’s no need for any lube because I’m already soaked, practically panting with the need to feel him inside me.

“Look at me, baby,” he murmurs, his eyes searching mine as I lift my gaze to his. “I got you.”

His lips are soft against mine as he distracts me while sliding inside me. There’s no resistance, although he stretches me wide open as he fills me to the brim in one thrust. Surprisingly, there’s no pain and only pleasure. I’ve never experienced someone quite as large as him, so it was intimidating.

But now with him inside me, it feels like this is where he’s always belonged.

“See,” he says, his voice low as a smirk plays on his lips. “I told you that I got you. It feels like I fit inside you perfectly.”

“Mmm,” I moan in response as he shifts his hips, slowly thrusting into me before he pauses. “Don’t stop.”

Cam gives me a heated stare, the smile falling from his lips as he slides his hand down under my ass, lifting my hips to get a better angle. “Oh, I’m just getting started, babe.”

My nails dig into his back and I scratch at his skin as we climb higher together. With one hand gripping my ass, the other slides up along my throat as he pounds into me. He grabs my chin, jerking my head toward him as his lips collide with mine once again.

Moaning into his mouth, I move my hips against him, fighting for the friction I feel against my clit as his hips dig into me. He thrusts harder, his cock filling me with every movement. His hand leaves my face, the other abandoning my ass as he grabs my hips. Cam pulls away from me, lifting up to his knees. He slowly pulls out of me, cold air meeting my skin as I instantly feel his absence.

A frown forms on my lips, my eyebrows tugging together as I stare up at him in confusion. He gives me a heated stare, a smirk playing on his lips as he grips my hips tighter and flips me onto my stomach. The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh, a yelp falling from my lips as he moves me effortlessly. He doesn’t loosen his grip as he pulls me onto my knees with my ass in the air.

Cam positions himself behind me and slowly thrusts back into me. With this angle, he fills me even deeper than before and I don’t bother swallowing back the moan before it escapes me. His one hand is gripping my ass, as he slides the other along my spine, pressing my chest against the bed. Abandoning my ass, he slides his fingers along my skin, moving to the front of my body and only stopping as they brush against my clit.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, rocking into me again, his fingers pressing against my clit as he rolls them over the small bundle of nerves. “I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

I see fucking stars as he shifts his hips, slamming back into me. It feels like he’s in my rib cage and I moan against the mattress as I turn my head to the side. “Then don’t stop,” I breathe, my voice hoarse as he plays with my clit, thrusting his cock back into me.

“Didn’t plan on it,” he groans, his fingers working over me. He has me in his hands, playing me like a skilled musician. It isn’t long before I’m climbing higher and higher, closer to the edge. As I reach the top of the cliff, Cam slams into me again, successfully shoving me over the edge.

I’m falling into the abyss of ecstasy as my body shatters around him. The warmth consumes me and my orgasm tears through my body like a fucking earthquake. Cameron isn’t far behind me, moaning my name with his release as he rocks his hips against me once more. His movements are slowing and my legs are quaking as he pulls his hand away from my clit.

My head swims, the euphoria almost too much for me to handle as I collapse onto the bed. Cam rises to his feet, pulling the condom from his cock before tossing it over into the small trash can beside his nightstand. Cam disappears for a moment as I settle on his bed, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession with each shallow breath.

He isn’t gone for long, reappearing as he slips into the room with a warm washcloth for me. He softly closes the door behind him, as if we haven’t already woken up the entire house with how loud we were being. Rolling onto my side, I take the washcloth from him as he presses it between my thighs. Cam’s eyes meet mine, his gaze unreadable as he lies down on the bed next to me.

“That was an experience,” I tell him, my lips curling upward as a soft chuckle escapes me.

Cam cocks an eyebrow and flashes his bright white teeth at me as he closes the space between us on the bed. His lips brush against mine before his deep green eyes meet my paler ones. “Baby, baby, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his fingertips down the side of my torso. “That was just the beginning. We’re nowhere close to being done…”