The Puck Secret (Fairfield U Book 1)

I have no idea what just happened. One minute I was in Coach’s office listening to him tell me what a good game I had, and that there were scouts in the stands watching, and the next, I had my hand around that guy’s throat. I wasn’t lying to Maddie. I did see that guy with his hands on her best friend, and I remember what she told me about her not liking to be touched, but mostly, it was pure jealousy at the thought of him or his friend doing the same to her. My head is so completely fucked, but I know one thing more than any other. I need to make Madeline Peters mine.

Reign nudges my shoulder, knocking me out of the trance she left me in. “You okay, Cap?” I watch her leave with her brother, feeling nothing but the need to claim her, possess her, fucking shout that she is mine, until she is completely out of sight.

I tear my stare away from the now empty exit and look towards my teammate as I reply, “Not even a little bit, Reign.”

My teammate’s face is knowing as I reach down to pick up my discarded bag from the floor, and slowly start to make my way outside. The hotel is only across the street, and I make a quick detour to the gift shop to pick up a little something for my mom, like I always do when I play out of town. It’s a little ritual of ours, only this time it reminds me that my dad still hasn’t called me back. I pull my phone out and shoot off yet another message to him, and then I make my way through the hotel. The lobby is filled with people and it takes forever to get up to my room, and by the time I do, all I feel like doing is collapsing onto my bed.

Music is already playing on the other side of my hotel room door, and as I swipe my key I shake my head at my best friend. Never one to enjoy a little downtime. “Arch, where the hell did you disappear to man?” I ask, slamming the door behind me and moving deeper into the room, only to stop dead in my tracks as I find my bed occupied.

Except it isn’t my best friend waiting for me. No, it’s the Mayor’s daughter, who is sitting in nothing but a Flyer’s jersey at the end of my bed. The one who has done nothing but tempt me and defy me, the one who is going to become mine in every way and she doesn’t even know it yet.

I dump my bag on the floor instantly, my hungry gaze trailing over every inch of exposed skin she has on display, as she silently watches me in return. “How did you get in my room, Princess?” I ask, pulling at the tie around my neck to loosen it, her eyes tracking my every move.

“I can be persuasive when I want to be,” she purrs, and I laugh, of that I have no doubt. She has had me in a fucking chokehold for weeks now.

I start to unbutton my shirt, taking a few steps closer as I nod my head to her own. “I told you I didn’t wanna see you in that fucking jersey again. I’m not joking Maddie, you wear my number or no one’s.” I don’t know when this need to claim her started, but I want everyone to know exactly who she belongs to.

A smirk curls at the corner of her mouth as she slowly starts to rise to her feet. “I didn’t know you were the possessive type,” she muses. Yeah, me neither princess.

“Only with things that belong to me,” I grunt back, mesmerized by the long length of her bare legs, and the need to have them wrapped around me.

“And do I?” she asks almost innocently. “Belong to you that is?” Her question is paired with the turn of her body, as she reaches up to hold the waves of her hair to reveal the number nineteen spread across her back, my name right above it.

Fuck.

She is wearing my jersey, the bottom of it flowing down to her mid thigh. I’ve seen her in dresses shorter, I mean fuck, her halloween outfit almost brought me to my knees, but this. Her, here, my jersey, my fucking name across her back, I am so done for.

I erase the distance between us in three quick strides, crowding into her back and curling my arms around her stomach as I press myself against her. “You’re wearing my jersey, Princess,” I grumble into her ear as our eyes lock in the mirror in front of us. “You know what that means don’t you?” My hands splay out flat as I dig my hardening cock into her ass to show her what she is doing to me. She shakes her head slowly, her stare never leaving mine as she presses back against it, making me groan. “It means you’re mine now, baby,” I grit through my teeth. “It means from now on you only wear my fucking jersey, sleep in my fucking bed, and scream my fucking name.” I curse every word into the side of her neck, dragging my lips and tongue up the column of her throat, just so desperate for a taste of her.

“I’m yours,” she gasps, almost as if she is saying something else silently, before she adds, “I’m here right now, so what are you going to do to me, Darkmore?”

I smirk as I let my teeth sink into the juncture of her neck, almost lost to the sarcastic drawl of her voice. “Keep that attitude up, Princess, you know how much I love that mouth.” Before she can even respond, I spin her in my hold and place my hands on her shoulders. “Now be a good girl and kneel for me.” I don’t wait for her to answer, I just push her down to the floor until she is kneeling at my feet and waiting for instruction.

Then I continue to take off the rest of my shirt, pulling the tank off afterwards, and watching as her eyes trail across the black ink on my torso as she sees it for the first time. This is going to be different than the other times we have spent together. This isn’t a quick fumble in the bathroom, or a rushed fuck in the library, this is me claiming her, touching and tasting every inch of her body until she is begging me to stop. This is me making her mine.

My hands undo my belt and pants, shoving them down my legs with my boxers and leaving me completely bare to her, my cock already hard and standing to attention. Her eyes drop down to it as she absent-mindedly licks her lips in preparation. I grip myself, tightening my fist around the base of my cock and pumping it a few times as I reach out with my other hand and cup the back of her neck.

“Stick your tongue out for me, Princess.” She obeys instantly and I feel my cock jump in my hands as she does. “Fuckkk,” I drag out slowly, pushing myself against her waiting tongue. “I forgot what a good girl you are for me.” I press my cock deeper into her mouth, but with defiant eyes she just watches me, and when I pull back she smirks.

“You told me to stick out my tongue, you didn’t tell me to suck,” she shrugs innocently, as if my hard glistening cock isn’t ready to fuck her mouth hard, her eyes watching me with anticipation.

“Such a smart fucking mouth, Princess.” I shake my head, gripping her neck even tighter in my hand. “Let’s try again shall we?” I ask, swiping some of the pre-cum from my cock and smudging it against her lips before dropping my hand down to her throat. “Open your mouth and suck so I can fuck this pretty little throat.”

She opens her mouth, and before she can decide whether it is to respond or obey, I shove my cock past her lips to silence her. Her eyes widen a little, but I feel the sharp intake of breath through her nose as she hollows out her cheeks to accommodate me. Fuck, I forgot how warm and wet her mouth feels wrapped around my dick, and I can’t help but tighten my hold as it slides into her hair.

I pull out slowly, dragging against her tongue before she swirls it around my tip, eyes fixed on mine as she teases me. Holding my stare she rubs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, before sucking the head into her mouth and making me gasp as her hand grips my base. I let her repeat this motion over and over until I can’t take it anymore. I bat her hand away and slowly thrust back into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat, holding myself there for a couple of seconds until tears gather in her eyes.

Then my hips start to move, bucking in and out of her mouth faster and faster, shoving my cock deeper, and relishing in every gag and moan that slips out around my thick length. My cock is long and she takes every inch of it beautifully, not that I’m surprised after that night in my room and how she handled Reign, a thought that only makes me fuck her pretty mouth even harder. Watching her with him was both erotic and infuriating, and as if she knows where my mind has gone, she places her hands on my torso, pulling me back in.

The heat of her palms against my bare skin, the tightness of her throat around my cock, the alluring stare of her eyes as she watches me fuck her mouth, all of it undoes me completely. I feel my abs clench beneath her touch as my orgasm barrels towards me, my spine tingling in anticipation. I move both my hands to grip her hair, titling her neck even more as I thrust even faster into her waiting mouth. My eyes flick to the mirror behind us, watching her head bob back and forth on my dick eagerly, my jersey moving with her. Fuck she looks good with my name and number on her back.

My eyes remain fixed on it, my hands tightening even more in her hair, until I am shooting hot spurts of cum down her throat with a loud groan. I hold myself there ensuring she swallows every drop, until I pull back and fall down onto the bed to calm my racing heart.

Once I finally drag my eyes from the mirror I move my focus back to her, just in time to see her lick some of my cum from her lips back into her mouth. Fuck, she is perfect. I hold out my hand to help her to her feet, then grip the edge of my jersey and drag her towards me as I slip down off the edge of the bed to the floor. “My turn, baby.”

She almost stumbles as I grip one of her thighs and lift it, placing her knee on the bed beside my head, opening her up to me. When my hands drag along her skin and push beneath my jersey I find nothing. She is completely bare beneath it and I can’t help but groan. I position her so her other leg is on the outside of mine, and then I drop my head back against the mattress and pull her pussy against my lips.

“I just fucked your face, Princess,” I purr, nipping and licking my way up her slit, before using my thumb to part her lips and dip my tongue inside to find her clit. “Now it’s your turn to fuck mine,” I order, and I expect a little hold back, a little refusal, but as my tongue flicks against her clit again, Maddie puts one hand on top of my head and rolls her hips against my mouth seeking more. That’s all it takes, that one move and I turn fucking feral for her.

Reaching around her, I grip her ass and pull her against me, sinking my tongue between her pretty wet lips and teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. “You taste so fucking sweet baby,” I praise, swirling my tongue desperately around her clit, and digging my fingers deeper into her ass cheeks.

“Nova, please,” she moans, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth, swiveling her hips against my eager tongue.

“Please, what Princess?” I tease, licking her too slowly, letting my warm breath coat her cunt until her moans turn into groans. “Please tongue fuck this pretty little pussy until you come all over my face?” I ask with another slow, measured lick of my tongue. “Please feast on this cunt until it is dripping down my chin?” I flick her clit before sucking it hard into my mouth.

“Yes,” she gasps, throwing her head back and shoving her clit harder into me. “God yes, please, Nova.”

My name being moaned from her lips has me moving my hold to her thighs, gripping her even tighter, and pushing them apart until she is almost fully kneeling on the bed straddling my face. Then I lick her like I am completely starved, and for her I am. Her clit swells beneath my tongue as I suck it into my mouth and swirl the tight little bud with the tip of it again and again, relishing in every gasp and moan it elicits from her own mouth as she slams her pussy onto my face.

My cock is already hard again for her, no doubt glistening at the tip, desperate to be inside of her again, but my focus remains on her. She is dripping all over my face and it still isn’t enough. I have been obsessed with the taste of her ever since that night in the restaurant, where I dropped to my knees and buried myself between these perfect thighs for the first time. I am addicted to the sounds she makes when I bury my tongue deep inside her, and mesmerized by the way she throws her head back and writhes against my face.

“Nova, yes, right there, don’t fucking stop.” Her pleas turn into another moan as I move one of my hands and sink two fingers deep inside her, stretching her out for me. I keep my tongue on her clit, flicking against it until I can feel it pulsing beneath my lips, mixed with the push and pull of my fingers in and out of her hole. Faster and faster, my mouth devouring her clit while my fingers roughly fuck her, until she is trembling above me.

I feel the familiar tightening of her pussy, letting me know she is about to explode, and I suck her clit hard one last time as I continue to slam my fingers inside her, pushing her over the edge with a scream. “That’s it, baby, come on my tongue and let me drink you down.” I feel her pulse against my tongue, strangling my fingers inside her, as I taste every last drop of her cum, licking every inch of her pussy until she is almost clean.

Once I am done her legs give out and she drops down into my lap, a sweaty satisfied mess, but we are nowhere near done yet. Wrapping my arms around her, I scoop her up and stand, sitting us on the middle of the bed, her jersey clad back still facing that damn mirror, and then I lean back on my hands and order, “Put me inside you, baby.”