Watch Your Mouth: A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance (Kings of the Ice)

Jaxson

There was no going back.

Not that I would have taken the last boat ride to safety even if it had presented itself. I was firmly standing in the aftermath of my decision to bend the rules, and the sight was enough of a drug to convince me it was worth any consequences that would follow.

Grace still hadn’t answered my question. She laid there frozen, mouth parted and her doe eyes fixed on me like she wasn’t sure she’d heard me right.

When I didn’t move, a long, shaky breath shuddered out of her, and she managed a nod.

I wet my lips, removing the soft keychain from where it touched her. I took just enough time to turn my hat around backward and carefully take a seat on the edge of the mattress again.

Then, I traded out the soft keychain for the leather one.

I dragged the tassel across her chest, left and then right, following the movement with my eyes before I trailed them down and over the slight swell of her breast.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you,” I said, tickling her peaked nipple through her dress with the leather. Her chest heaved under the touch, and then I lifted, bringing the leather back down with a quick flick of my wrist.

It wasn’t hard — just enough bite to make her gasp and arch, her fists twisting in the comforter.

“Do you want to touch yourself, Grace?” I asked again.

“Yes,” she whimpered, and without any further instruction from me, she hastily shoved the straps of her dress off each shoulder, pushing the fabric down until her breasts spilled free.

My next breath lodged in my throat.

Fuck.

I couldn’t do anything but stare at her — this brave, sexy, wild woman who was on her elbows again, smiling wickedly up at me with her tits pulled out of her dress. She kept my gaze as she ran her fingertips over one swell, tracing all around her nipple before plucking it between her fingers on a moan.

“Does that feel good?” I asked her, and the words made her moan again, my cock aching at the sound. I was so fucking hard it was uncomfortable, but I could handle myself later.

Right now, all my focus was on her.

“So good,” she said, writhing under her touch.

Using the leather keychain, I swatted her hand until she removed it. Then, I opted for the soft one, gliding it along her sternum right between those perfect tits. She writhed under the sensation, and I teased the bottom swells of her breasts before tracing the tops, dancing around every inch of her except where she wanted it most.

“Jaxson,” she begged, back bending as she tried to maneuver her body so the keychain would graze her nipple. I let her find the brief relief of contact only long enough for her to hiss in pleasure, and then I pulled it away.

“You said you’re wet for me,” I said, dangling the keychain from my index knuckle. “Show me.”

I loved the sight of her spread out on that bed, the way her naked, perfect tits heaved with every breath. I’d imagined what she’d look like more times than I’d ever admit out loud, and just this glimpse put all my wildest dreams to shame.

She kept her eyes fixed on mine, not an ounce of hesitation as she placed her hands at her hips. I catalogued every inch of her, from where her long, blonde hair was fanned out over the white comforter to where her pink-painted toes curled.

Slowly, she walked her fingertips in place at her hips, pulling the fabric of her dress higher and higher, centimeter by centimeter, until her lavender lace thong came into view.

I groaned my approval at the sight of that purple fabric, at that beautiful apex of her thighs, and she preened under the sound like I’d just given her an A+ on an assignment.

I knew right then that she responded to praise, and my chest fired up with the need to make her work for it.

“So fucking pretty,” I said, grazing her inner thigh with the softer of the two keychains. Whatever warning bells were left in my head faded into nothing, until all I heard was her labored breaths matching mine.

I dragged the velvety keychain up slowly, and her fists tightened where she held her dress, body writhing under the touch.

“Can you spread wider for me?”

She opened like a flower, knees falling to the side as her dress rode all the way up above her panty line. That motion alone showed me just how flexible she was, and my cock ached even more.

The ways I could twist this girl up…

I trailed the leather keychain from one of her hips to the other, taking my time, the tassel tickling the skin just above her thong. When I dragged it down between her thighs and right over her clit, she shuddered.

“Look at you,” I said, trailing the tassel between her thighs. Her thong was so wet the keychain shimmered a bit when I pulled it up and dangled it from one finger. “Have you been like this all night?”

She nodded, her cheeks tingeing pink.

I trailed the keychain over her again, but this time, I lifted it with a quick thwack against her clit that made her gasp and bow off the bed.

“Show me how wet you are,” I said, tickling the place I’d just swatted. “I want to see that pretty pink pussy.”

Grace made the sweetest sound, squirming under my gaze before her hands were between her legs. And I thought she’d take her thong off, but she just hastily pulled it to the side, spreading her legs even wider and tilting her hips up toward the ceiling so she was fully on display.

She held the fabric out of the way with one hand, and the other slid over her clit, rubbing down and toying with her slick opening before she held her fingers up to show me.

“Fucking soaked,” I said, and damn — I didn’t know I needed this, to command her and have her so willingly give in.

All the tension that had been pent up since that night in Austin was going off around us like a bomb — and we were gladly in the rubble, desperate for another blast.

“You love this, don’t you? You love me watching you, telling you what to do…” I shook my head, eyes on where her fingertips glistened. “Do you know how badly I want to suck those fingertips clean?”

She bit her lip, writhing in the mess she was making on the comforter.

“But I can’t,” I said. “So, you do it.”

I braced a hand beside her on the bed, lowering until I was hovering just above her, no more than three inches between her mouth and mine.

“Suck those fingertips the way I know you want to suck my cock.”

“Fuck,” she moaned, and she dragged her fingers over her breast on the way up to her mouth, keeping her eyes glued on mine as she pressed them between her lips. It was only the tips of them that were wet, but she shoved them both as deep as she could manage, swirling her tongue and sucking them clean with a moan that made me see stars.

It was my idea to play this game, and here I was ready to bust in my fucking shorts without her laying a single finger on me.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, staying just above her. “Now, fuck yourself with those fingers. And don’t be quiet — I want to hear my name on your lips when I finally let you come.”

“God, Jaxson,” she breathed, and then she reached out for me, wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. She tried to pull me down to kiss her, but I yanked out of her grasp, sitting upright again and removing all proximity.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I said, holding the leather keychain over her. “Play by the rules if you want to win the game, Nova.”

“Please,” she begged, writhing.

“The relief you want is at your fingertips,” I said, smirking at the literal weight of that statement. I bent just a little, lowering my voice. “Come on, baby. Let me watch you. Fuck yourself the way you wish I’d fuck you.”

Challenge sparked in her eyes, and she tucked her hips even more, spreading her legs so wide she was practically in a middle split. Her hands dove down again, and she held her panties out of the way with one while the other rubbed her clit in circles.

And with those pretty green eyes looking up at me, she plunged two fingers inside.

The moan that ripped through her was pure ecstasy, and she bucked off the bed, toes curling as her eyes closed and her head fell back.

“How does it feel?” I asked her, and then I rewarded her with the soft keychain, rolling it in sweeps over both her nipples with enough friction to make them harden into points.

“So fucking good,” she mewled, rocking her hips against her palm. I watched greedily as she pumped her fingers in and out, desperate to reach deeper.

“You look so fucking pretty right now,” I praised, and I traded for the leather keychain, running the tassel over her swells. “These perky little tits bouncing,” I said, and I swatted each one, leaving pink marks on her skin as she gasped and fucked herself harder. “The way you’re making a mess of this hot little sundress,” I added, twisting my fist in the fabric, but carefully enough that I didn’t touch her while I did it. “How you keep spreading your legs wider for me.”

She took the cue, stretching even more, and I bit my lip at the sight she revealed with it.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight, baby,” I said, watching her struggle just to fit those two fingers in the way she wanted to. “I want to watch that pussy stretch over my cock.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, and she stopped touching herself only long enough to rip off her thong before she spread herself again. I realized she needed both hands — one to fuck her pussy, and one to rub her clit.

I was a greedy fucking bastard as I watched her do just that.

Her legs shook, teeth pinning her bottom lip as her face turned red from the effort of reaching for her climax.

I bent over her again, even closer this time, my next words ghosting over her lips.

“I’m much bigger than those fingers of yours,” I said, and her eyes popped open, flicking between mine as she continued working herself. “But you could take it, couldn’t you? You could take me deep in this throat.” I trailed the plush keychain over her open lips, and then I skated it all the way down to her clit, nudging her fingers out of the way. “Deep in this tight little cunt.”

“Fuck,” she screamed, and the way I was teasing her clit with that keychain wasn’t enough. She pushed me out of the way and rubbed harder, fucking herself faster, deeper, her eyes rolling back.

“Look at me,” I said, snapping my fingers above her face until her eyes shot open. I smiled, wetting my lips as I watched her. “That’s it. Keep those pretty green eyes on me and come.”

Her moans grew louder, her entire body trembling with the effort to reach the finish line.

She tried to capture my mouth, but I pulled away, smirking at the attempt, which only made her whimper and fuck herself with more gusto.

“Come on, baby. Just imagine it’s me between these perfect thighs,” I said, dragging the tassel of the keychain along her shaking leg. “Sinking in, deeper and deeper, stretching you.”

Grace moaned and bucked and thrashed.

“I want you to come. I want you to squeeze my cock with that pussy and ride out every last wave.”

That was it.

She went off like a firework, those filthy words the spark she needed to light. I moaned with her as she quaked beneath me, her eyelids wavering with the effort to keep them open and locked on me. But fuck, that’s exactly what she did.

Grace Tanev let me watch her come, and she cried out my name when she did, her eyes never leaving mine.

It was better than any puck I’d stolen on the ice, than any goal I’d scored, than any game I’d ever won.

“Oh, my God,” she cried, and then she fell limp, her chest heaving, sweat beading on her neck.

I kissed the leather keychain, and then dragged it over her lips.

“Good girl.”

I pressed off the bed and away from her before she could respond, rounding the bed to set the keychains back on the table. Then, without looking at her, I bolted for the bathroom.

I was so ready for my own release, I could have come with just a stiff breeze.

I couldn’t even make it to my own room, couldn’t lock the fucking door. Hell, I barely shut it behind me before I ripped my shorts and briefs down to my ankles, palming my throbbing cock with a groan of relief.

But I didn’t make it a step farther before the door slid open behind me, and Grace’s eyes caught mine in the mirror.