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

Jaxson

Chills swept over Grace’s body at my words, and I sealed the promise by propping her ass on a low rock and spreading her legs wide. She was still half under water, but now I could see where her nipples peaked against the baby blue triangle top of her swimsuit, could see how her chest heaved when I wrapped my hand around her throat and tilted her chin up.

“Someone could walk up at any moment,” I pointed out, squeezing just enough to make her lips part and a soft breath hitch out of her. My free hand slid under the water, and I dipped my fingertips beneath the fabric of her swimsuit. “I need you to come fast for me.”

Her body shook when I pressed my fingertips against her swollen clit, but I didn’t apply pressure yet. Instead, I teased her, gliding over that sensitive spot with the lubrication from the water.

“Can you do that?” I asked, tightening my grip on her neck and lowering my mouth to hers. I didn’t kiss her. I hovered, our lips brushing, the heat of her exhales ghosting over my skin.

She ground her pelvis against my hand under the water, and I pressed against the movement, giving her just enough friction to wind her up.

“Mmm, look at you,” I mused, smiling against her lips. She tried to kiss me, but I pulled away, keeping less than a centimeter between our mouths as she bucked her hips again. “Fucking my hand in the middle of a national park. What if someone’s watching you right now, Nova? What if someone is behind those trees, seeing how desperate you are?”

She moaned, struggling against my grip on her throat enough to kiss me. I nipped at her bottom lip when she did and slid my fingers down between her pussy lips. Pressing one deep inside her, I swallowed the cry she let rip free when I did.

“I need to hear you say it,” I said, curling that finger inside her. “Tell me you can come fast, baby. Tell me what you need.”

Her hands slid into my hair, and she tightened her grip, kissing me hard.

“Your mouth.”

I smiled against her next kiss, removing my finger from inside her as she let out a soft whimper.

Fuck, I was insatiable when it came to Grace.

Every morning, afternoon, and night wouldn’t be enough. When she looked at me like this, her eyes hooded and lips pouty with need… it obliterated my self-control. All I could think about was making her feel good, hearing the sweet sounds she made when I touched her, feeling her body clench and release, watching the blush that always crept up her neck to her cheeks when I said something filthy that I knew she fucking loved.

My hands found her hips, and I picked her up easily, carrying us through the water to another spot in the pool where I could balance her ass on a rock. This one was out of the water completely, and I propped her up on it with a wicked grin.

“Dirty fucking girl,” I said, biting my lip as I curled my fingertips over the slim band of her swimsuit bottoms. “You’re going to be splayed out for everyone to see if you want my mouth on you.”

She nodded, pinning her lip between her teeth as she watched me pull that fabric over her hips and down her thighs. She had such a gorgeous body, one I could spend hours paying homage to. But we didn’t have hours here.

I kissed along her shin and ankle as I stripped her the rest of the way, and then I slung the wet piece of cloth so it stayed on the rock behind her.

“Goddamn, Grace,” I said, pressing my hands against the inside of her knees. I slowly opened her, cock hardening to stone at the sight of her slick, pink pussy glistening, at how she was propped up on that rock like a fucking offering. “I’ll never get tired of this sight,” I said, sliding my hands up her inner thighs. “Of seeing my girl wet and swollen and fucking aching to be filled.”

“Yes,” she breathed, squirming under my touch.

“Come here,” I said, hooking my hands at her hips and tugging until her ass hung off the rock. I slung her legs over my shoulders next, kissing and licking along the inside of her thigh until I hit the spot she wanted me most.

I teased her with just one lash of my tongue that had her moaning and looking up at the sky.

“You look so fucking pretty right now,” I said, sucking her clit and letting it go with a pop. “Take those tits out, baby. I want to watch you playing with them while I taste you.”

“God, Jaxson.”

I growled at the sound of my name ripping from her throat, at how she desperately pulled her breasts up out of her swimsuit. She listened so goddamn well, and it turned me on every single time she did.

One hand held her steady against the rock, and the other plucked at her nipple, her legs shaking when I timed a long lick of my tongue right where she needed it.

As much as I wanted to drag this moment out, to stretch it through eternity and savor what Grace looked like spread out under the golden sun in the middle of nowhere with her tits pushed over the top of her swimsuit and her thighs balanced on my shoulders, I really didn’t know how long we had before someone else showed up.

So, I dropped my mouth to where she wanted it most, and I ate her sweet pussy like it was the first dessert I’d had in years.

Grace writhed and moaned as I feasted, holding her thighs to me so she couldn’t wiggle free. I licked and sucked and reveled in the feel of her tangling her fingers in my hair and holding my mouth to her. She was ravenous, and I savored every little sound she made as she chased her climax.

When I knew she was close, I released one thigh and used my free hand to snake under her, toying with her slick entrance. I pressed one finger inside, slowly, stretching her as I sucked her clit.

Part of me was a sick bastard, because I almost wished for someone to see us. I wanted them to walk up and find my girl like this — toes curling, thighs quaking, lips wet, and eyes heavy. I wanted them to see how fucking gorgeous she looked when she was about to come — and to know I was the one with the power to make her do it.

The other part of me knew I’d have to kill any sonofabitch who did happen to walk up and see us, because this view, this body, this woman?

She was mine.

My heart thundered at the thought, and I ate her with even more fervor, as if I could brand her with my name like a tattoo if I touched all the right spots. Something whispered in the back of my mind, something reminding me how not mine she really was…

That only made me work harder.

Suddenly, Grace reached for me, maneuvering me away enough for her to slide off the rock. Her ass splashed against the water as she found her footing, and she reached for my board shorts next, hastily untying them.

“I want you inside me.”

I shut my eyes on how fucking incredible it was to hear her say that, at how it had every muscle in my body tight with anticipation. I reached under the water to help her shed my shorts, and then I slung them up next to the lower half of her suit on the rock.

“Turn around,” I said, spinning her. Her hands flew out to catch herself against the gray stone when I did, and then I hiked one of her legs up, too.

Which left her sweet ass out of the water, slick and round and mine.

I groaned, running one hand down her spine and over her cheek. I slapped it hard enough to make her yelp, and then I squeezed it, shaking it a little so I could watch her ass jiggle.

“Fuck, baby,” I said, fisting my cock and sliding it between her lips. I toyed with her entrance, slicking my crown up and down and in-between before I inched myself inside her. “Play with your clit and come for me like a good girl.”

With a moan, Grace used one hand to hold herself up, and reached the other down between her legs, knowing my grip on her hips would hold her steady. She circled slowly, and I was careful not to push in too fast. If I gave into the animalistic urge inside me, I’d slide all the way fucking home right now. I’d fill her with a brutal thrust and feel her pussy hugging my cock the way I was desperate for.

But she was so fucking slight. We’d fucked multiple times a day for a week now, but every time, we had to work her open.

I took my time, sliding in a half inch before I’d pull out and then sink a little deeper. Thrust after thrust, she took me in, moaning and shaking as I stretched her.

“Just like that,” she said, her voice a ragged whisper. “Slow. Deep. Fuck, Jax.”

“I wish you could see this view,” I told her. “You always look so pretty when I fuck you, but like this?” I shook my head, reaching down to spread her ass cheeks. “I can watch every inch you take, can see the way your pussy hugs my cock when I pull out.”

“God.” Grace circled her clit faster, pushing back against me until she took me whole.

I hissed a curse, hooking my fingers at her hips and keeping our pace slow and steady.

She didn’t have to tell me. I knew she was coming the second her orgasm caught. She stilled, fingers working her clit while she let me take control of the rest. I picked up my pace just a bit, enough to hit that spot inside her in a rhythm that would drive her to the edge.

I felt her clench around me, and then, spasms.

Grace cried out my name, and I reached up to wrap a hand around her mouth and muffle the noise as I fucked every last wave of her orgasm out of her. I saw stars at how she pulsed around me, stoking my own release to the surface. Her legs trembled, and she met my thrusts with her ass like she needed more, like the orgasm was never ending.

I took her harder, faster, and that quickening in pace had all the blood in my body rushing to my cock.

“Fuck, Grace. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

I was close, but I needed more.

“Hold on, baby,” I told her, and then I gripped her hips forcefully, and I gave in to my need.

My drives grew harder, more urgent, and I slid balls-deep inside her. Grace bit out something between a moan and a scream at the fullness, and I groaned, feeling my release rushing through me.

“You can take it, baby,” I coached her, smoothing my thumb over her hip where I held her. “Take that dick like the good fucking girl you are.”

She moaned, and I couldn’t be sure if she was still coming, or if the thought of making me come had her screaming like that. Either way, the sound pushed me on, and when Grace started slapping her ass against me in her effort to meet me thrust for thrust, I lost it.

“Fuck!”

I spilled inside her, pumping in and out at a brutal pace as black invaded my vision. Her tits and ass bounced wildly as we both lost control, as she took every drive, and I gripped her hips hard enough to leave that mark I was so desperate to leave.

Moving to grip her cheeks in my hands, I spread her wide again, and my orgasm stretched at the sight of my cum leaking out of her and down her thigh. I plunged my cock back inside her, slower now, and each time I withdrew, more cum spilled out of her — only for me to push it back in.

“Jesus Christ,” I mused, biting my lip as we both slowed, our breaths heavy in the quiet air around us. “Come here, I want you to see this.”

Swiftly, I pulled out of her only long enough to spin her around and prop her ass on the rock again. Then, I spread her wide and pushed back inside her, using my cum as the lubricant.

Grace leaned up on her elbows, tits spilling over her swim top as she watched me slide in and out.

“Holy hell, that’s hot,” she whispered, and then her fingers trailed down, and she covered my cock with her hand, feeling where we were slick from our releases.

I groaned, everything hypersensitive, and then I slid back in, first through where her hand was fisted around me, and then all the way inside her.

Her eyes ran up to meet mine, and for a moment — everything stopped.

Time slogged to a standstill, the sun lowering and reaching us only through the trees now. I stayed deep, rooted inside her, feeling the way she squeezed around me, hearing her heartbeat so loud I felt it as my own.

“Jaxson…”

Grace leaned up to wrap her arms around my shoulders, pulling me to her for a long, deep kiss. I cradled the back of her neck, holding her to me and kissing her with the same neediness that she gave me. And when she rolled just enough for me to slide out of her, I pressed in again, both of us shivering at the feel of it.

Fuck, one round was never enough with this girl.

All of a sudden, Grace cursed, shoving me hard backward until I splashed into the water.

It was a shock to my system — one second I was inside her ready to fuck her again, and the next I was under water. The push such a surprise that I’d lost my footing and fallen into the deeper part of the spring.

I resurfaced on a laugh, ready to make her pay for that, but her eyes were wide, her top back in place, and both our swimsuits gone from where they had been on the rock behind her before.

She shoved my trunks into my hands under the water, nodding behind me.

And I turned to find an older couple at the top of the trail where we’d had our first look of the spring.

“Shit,” I said, but it was through a laugh — one Grace matched as her cheeks flamed red.

I knew the water was clear, but I hoped to God that older couple had terrible eyesight as they ambled down toward us while we both hastily tugged our clothes back on.

“Oh, it’s just beautiful!” the older woman called when they were twenty feet or so away. “Glen, would you look at this?”

“I see it, sweetheart,” her partner grumbled. He was moving a bit slower than she was, puffing each breath, but I didn’t miss how he watched her with a smile as she lit up at the sight.

It made my chest pinch.

“How’s the water?!” the woman called to us next.

I cocked a brow at Grace, fighting back a laugh.

“It’s perfect!” she said over her shoulder, her eyes still on me. “Blissfully hot.”

I dunked under the water so I could let out the laugh I’d been suppressing.

When I resurfaced, it was just in time to watch Grace climb out of the water like nothing had happened, grabbing our bag on the shore. “Would you two care to join us for some wine?”

I shook my head, chuckling to myself. I’d just had her bent over a rock and crying out my name, and now, she was making friends with the elderly couple who almost caught us.

That’s my girl.