Pucking Revenge : A Fake dating, friends to lovers, hockey romance (The Revenge Games Book 2)

IT ISN’T until I’m standing in front of my door after having said goodnight to Sara that I realize I don’t have my keys. Though I wish he’d go home, Aiden is likely still here, so I ring the doorbell. When he doesn’t answer, I bang on the door, but I’m met with only silence. When I call him and he doesn’t pick up, I let him know just how annoyed I am in my message.

Fuck.

My next attempt is War, but he doesn’t pick up either. It’s already after ten, and because of Coach’s curfew, they shouldn’t be out, which means they’re likely already asleep.

Double fuck.

With a long breath out, I spin and stuff my hands into my pockets. I’ve been gone a whole five minutes, so Sara is definitely still up. When I reach her door, I knock.

“Coming!” she shouts.

She doesn’t immediately open the door, so I try the knob. Sure enough, it’s open. “Sorry, Sar. Lost my keys and Aiden locked me out.” I close the door quietly behind me and scan my surroundings, trying to determine where I might have set them down. “Mind if I hang on your couch until⁠—”

“Yes, Brooks!” she shouts from the other room. Her tone is breathy and strange and followed by a loud bang.

“You okay?”

“Harder, Brooks. You can do better than that.”

I can?

Scratching at my jaw, I assess her bedroom door. What the hell is she talking about? I step closer, hoping she can hear me. “Sar, do you want me to come in there?”

“Yes! Yes!” she screams.

The urgency in her response makes my stomach flip. I turn the knob, not really sure what to expect, and curse when I find Sara kneeling on her bed, hands on the headboard and completely bare from the waist down.

“Yes, Brooks. Harder. Right there, baby.” She rattles the headboard and throws her head back with a moan.

It takes me a minute to figure out what I’m actually seeing. My jaw is on the floor and my heart is racing as I realize that this is real life. Sara is really in front of me, straddling a dildo, bobbing up and down, bare ass rocking.

And she’s shouting my name.

Glued to the spot, all I can do is watch. “Holy fuck.”

She whips her head my way, her blond hair flying, and her eyes go wide. “Oh my God, Brooks,” she screams. “I’m going to come!”

The torment on her face makes it clear that she’s mortified, but also that she can’t really stop it.

Clarity falls over me like a shroud in that moment. I have two options. I could turn around and walk out that door. If I do, she’ll forever be weird around me. Or I could say fuck it and make sure she owns it.

There’s no way in hell I’m missing this, so the decision is pretty easy. “Show me, Pumpkin. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”

She closes her eyes, and a deep flush steals up her neck and into her cheeks. She’s embarrassed. I hate seeing that expression on her face, so I stalk toward her, determined to ease her suffering.

“May I?” I point to her mattress and lift a brow.

She nods but makes no other noise.

The bed dips when I press one knee to it, then the other. Slowly, so as not to scare her off, I slip in closer, taking in the supplies she has spread out. A bottle of lube is on its side beside her, along with two more toys.

“Can I touch you?” My entire body trembles in anticipation, but my voice is miraculously steady.

When she nods, I push the hair that’s fallen forward out of her face and press a kiss against the spot where her sweater’s fallen off her shoulder. Cinnamon and sugar dance on my tongue. God, she’s the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted.

The most enchanting moan escapes her throat. If the press of my lips to her shoulder elicits that kind of sound, I can’t wait to see what else I can do.

“Can I use the wand, Pumpkin?”

Another jerky nod.

I pick it up and turn it on, relishing the way it vibrates in my hand.

Her legs are still spread wide over the dildo, so I take advantage of the access to her inner thigh and press the wand to the sensitive skin there.

She shudders, and goose bumps cascade down her legs.

I angle in closer and bring my mouth to her ear. “Fuck, Sar. Your ass is insane. If you were really mine, I’d be counting down the seconds until I could fuck it.”

“Oh God, I’d want that,” she whimpers. They’re the first words she’s spoken since the moment she saw me standing in her doorway, and they leave me hard as a rock.

“Now’s not the time to go quiet on me. I want the whole building to hear your screams. We’ll use a plug next time so we can fill all these holes, but right now, you just have the wand and my hands. What do you want?”

“The wand in my pussy and your finger in my ass.”

I slap her ass cheek and have to clamp down on my lip at the way it jiggles in response. Fuck, she’s perfect.

I set the wand down and slide my hands beneath her shirt and up her sides, stopping at her ribcage, where I caress her warm skin. “That’s my good girl. And what about these tits, Sar? Can I touch them while I get you off?”

“Please,” she begs.

I slide one hand between her thighs and remove the dildo. “You’re fucking dripping.”

Sara looks at me over her shoulder, her lips parted and her eyes hazy. It takes everything in me not to take her mouth and kiss her. That act would be tame in comparison to what I’ve done up until this point, but it feels like crossing a line, and my sense of self-preservation is strong.

If I kiss her while she’s naked on the bed and soaked for me, I don’t think I could stop myself from kissing her everywhere else. Or from licking that sweet cunt. From sliding inside it.

And then I’d be done for. She’d own me, and I’d break my own damn heart, because I don’t own her.

“Your words do this to me, Brooks. And the way you’re touching me. It’s you who makes me this wet.” Her words, said in that throaty rasp, are so damn intoxicating. The sexy tease that she is, she fucking knows exactly what she’s doing. Damn, is it a turn-on that she isn’t shy when it comes to sex. That she enjoys it. That she asks for what she wants and then fucking takes it.

But even more than that, I like being the one who gives it to her.

When I slide my middle finger inside her, she clamps down on me and hisses.

“Yes. Please, more.” Finally over the blip of embarrassment that hit her, she rocks her hips back and shakes that perfect ass.

“Grab the wand, Pumpkin. I want you to fuck that pussy for me while I play with your tits.”

I need both of my hands on her for a moment. Need to squeeze her delicious tits, to play with her nipples. Hands splayed along her warm skin, I work my way up her thighs. I pause at her hips when she hasn’t made a move for her wand. The look she shoots me over her shoulder is pure heat. And without another second of hesitation, she grabs the toy from where I left it between her knees.

Good girl. It’s like she can read my mind.

I love that she’s obedient. I would have bet my life savings that she’d be nothing but sass in bed. But no, she’s completely surprised me by allowing me to be dominant here.

Pressing gentle kisses against her shoulder, I glide my hands across her tits. I take my time rubbing and tugging on her nipples. All the while, she writhes in front of me, fucking the wand just like I asked. Her moans get louder when I bite down on her shoulder.

“That’s my girl. Let everyone hear what a good little bunny you are for me. Fucking your toy because I told you to. You’re greedy for my cock, aren’t you?” I murmur into her skin. “You’re gonna have to get used to it. I won’t let you have it yet.”

“Yet,” she pants.

My dick is like granite, and my mind is a mess of lust and need. I clamp my teeth on her shoulder and breathe in deep to quell the urge to touch myself, just to relieve the pressure. “Needy girl. You feeling empty?”

“Stop teasing me and give me those damn hands.” Her words are loud this time, so I reward her with a slap to one ass cheek. In response, she screams. The sound goes straight to my balls. Fuck. She does exactly what I want, all without being told. So I reward her again with a slap to the other cheek. Then I shift back and smooth both globes with my palms.

“Since you asked so nicely.” I swat the wand away and slide two fingers inside her. Slowly, I fuck her, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the knuckles. When I pull out again, I fully intend to slip those wet fingers back and play with her other hole, but at the sight of her arousal coating my skin, I can’t resist the urge to taste her. I remove my hand with a groan and bring my fingers to my mouth.

She arches back, her focus locked on my hand as I lick my fingers. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.”

“Fuck, Sar.” I moan, swiping at one finger. “I want to feast on you. You taste so goddamn good.”

I slip my fingers inside her again, and this time, once they’re coated, I brush them against her tight hole. She relaxes for me, then leans forward and opens wider. My vision goes hazy as I slide my thumb inside her and dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass.

“Right there, Brooks. Right fucking there,” she pleads.

“Not going anywhere, Pumpkin. Keep teasing yourself with that wand.” Brushing kisses across her neck and shoulder, I circle her throat with my free hand. With a final nip to her skin, I bring my mouth to her ear. “Now fucking scream for me.”

Sara shatters in my arms, shuddering and trembling. She continues to fuck her wand while I play with her ass. Cheeks flushed and body covered in goose bumps, she chants my name over and over, all while banging the headboard against the wall as loud as she can. It’s the most perfect fucking sight. I’m leaking inside my jeans just waiting for the moment I can get home and replay our night with my hand wrapped around my cock.

When her body goes limp, I press one more gentle kiss against her shoulder. “You were perfect.” Gently, I release her and support her as she slumps to the mattress. Then I head to the bathroom to clean up.

When I come back, Sara is curled up with her head on her pillow and her sheet pulled up to her chin, wearing a lazy smile. “Not gonna lie, Brooks. You’ve got me completely spent.”

I let out a low chuckle and hang my head between my shoulders. I can’t look at her right now. She’s too beautiful. Too perfect. More than anything, I want to sink down on the bed next to her, pull her close, and hold her all night.

But that’s not in the cards.

I point to the door. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

She jackknifes up, and the sheets fall down a bit. Before I get a glimpse of her gorgeous tits, she slaps a hand to her chest, holding the sheet to her body. I try to hide my disappointment. I’ve had her breasts in my hands, and I’ve felt them beneath my fingertips, but I’ve never laid eyes on them.

“I can take care of you if you want. I feel⁠—”

I shake my head and wave her off. “I’m good. Seriously. I’m used to the no sex during the season thing.”

Really, I’m used to the no sex at all thing, but she doesn’t need to know that. Right now, it feels harder than ever to abide by that rule. Probably because my gorgeous best friend has never been naked and offering to pleasure me before.

“Brooks,” Sara chides.

“Sar,” I mimic.

She closes her eyes and falls back against the pillow with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll just get all the orgasms, and you can continue to watch.”

“Not the punishment you think it is, Pumpkin.”

With a giggle, she settles on her side. “Night, not so secret lover.”

“Good night, Sar.”

As I’m crossing the threshold into the living room, she calls for me. “Why are you sleeping on my couch?”

“Aiden locked me out.”

“Brooks,” she says, rolling to her back again. “You have a game tomorrow. You’re not sleeping on the couch. Come here.” She pats the mattress beside her.

I don’t move from my spot at the door.

“Seriously, you can fuck my ass with your fingers, but you can’t cuddle me? We cuddle all the time.”

I let out a deep sigh and rub at the back of my neck. “It’s because I fucked your ass with my fingers that I now can’t cuddle you.”

“No.” The single word is said with such force, so defiantly, it nearly knocks me back.

I swallow past my confusion. “Excuse me?”

“No. I don’t agree to those terms. We’re best friends first. You promised nothing would get weird. So get in this fucking bed and cuddle me, or I’m not speaking to you again.”

Amused shock ricochets through me. “You’re serious?”

She juts her chin, arms crossed over her chest, gaze angry and determined.

My heart doesn’t know whether to hide away or leap in my chest, but I shuffle back to the bed. “Fine. But no talking about my hard cock in the morning.”

With her sheet clutched to her chest, she scoots over, making space for me. Though trepidation has replaced the bravery that hit me when I first stepped into the room, I stand beside the bed and slip off my sweater and the T-shirt underneath, then my jeans. When all that’s left is a pair of black boxers, I slide in beside her.

Head on the pillow, I pull her close.

“You’re really pretty, Brooks,” she whispers, settling her cheek against my chest.

My heart is galloping with so much violence, its pounding rhythm will probably keep us both awake.

Even so, I press a kiss to her forehead and close my eyes. “Go to sleep, Pumpkin.”