Pucking Sweet: An MMF Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 3)

I don’t know who moved first, and I don’t care. All I know is that I’m kissing Colton Morrow, and I never want to stop. My arms are around his waist, and his hands cup my face, sweeping back to tangle in my braided hair. We tremble with need as we taste each other. I press my lips to his again and again, my hands splayed on the muscles of his back as he pins me against the wall of this busted elevator.

Call me cured because I don’t care if this car falls. I’m already free-falling right into Colton’s arms.

He groans against my mouth. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” I kiss his chin, his jaw. “Touch me. Please.”

He smells so good, all woodsy and spiced. And he feels good. His beautiful brown skin is so warm to the touch. Everywhere my hand moves, he heats like a fire. It’s intoxicating. He’s literally burning for me, and I want to be a matching flame.

“I want you,” he says, peppering kisses down my neck. “God, Poppy. You fucking kill me.”

“Don’t say that.” I pull back, looking deep in his beautiful walnut-brown eyes. “This isn’t dying. This is living.”

He nods.

I drop a hand down to stroke two fingers over the thick scar on his chest. He tenses, holding himself still. I let him see in my eyes that I don’t pity him. I don’t see him as weak or damaged because of these scars. He’s strong. He’s poised and perfect, and I’ve wanted him for so long now, longer than I think even I knew.

He talks of first impressions? Well, he left one on me. I remember the first time we met too. How could anyone forget Colton Morrow? The Capitals practice was just finishing, and he skated up to the boards, pulling his helmet off as he slid to a stop. He smiled down at me, and my heart flipped. I remembered then thinking he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen—and then I promptly put my fluttering heart in a box and closed the lid. I had a job to do and people to impress and I don’t get involved with my players.

Always work.

Always obligations and expectations.

Well, what has that gotten me? I’m twenty-seven and alone, chasing this man in my dreams, too afraid to want him in real life. Too afraid to risk it. I press my palm over his scar, covering it with my hand.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says, trying to get closer, looking for his way in.

My eyes trace the shape of my fingers against the dark canvas of his skin. The truth comes unbidden, and I speak it into the air between us. “I think I’ve been a ghost.”

“What do you mean?”

I look up. “I mean I’ve been going through the motions of my life for so long now without actually living. Or if I was living, I was living for others. I was following their rules, making their dreams mine.”

Hunger burns in his eyes. I’ve never felt so wanted before. And there are no conditions with Colton, no expectations. It’s just a gift he’s offering me, reflected in his every look and touch. Colton Morrow wants me, and he’s not ashamed to admit it. “And now?” he asks.

I brush my fingers over his perfect lips. “Now, I think it’s time I finally start living for myself.”

He smiles, kissing my fingertips. “And how do you do that?”

I return his smile. “By doing what I want for a change, not only what’s expected.”

“And what do you want, Poppy?”

“I already told you.”

“I want to hear you say it again.”

“I want you.”

He lowers his face on a sigh until our foreheads touch. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“I want you,” I say again. “I dream of you, Colton. I have for years.”

“Fuck.” He kisses me, his hands roving. I bite back a whimper as he pulls away, lowering his face to my neck. Breathing me in, his tongue starts to tease, setting me on fire. I tip my head to the side, giving him more of me to taste.

“I’ve been chasing you too,” I admit. “Too afraid to want you, but I can’t get you out of my head.”

He kisses up my neck to my ear, nipping the lobe. His breath is warm as he whispers, “Tell me what you dream about.”

I swallow my nerves. “Umm…”

I’ve never felt like I’m particularly good at talking during sex. And I’ve never really felt sexy. Pretty, yes. But sexy requires a different energy. It’s power and confidence. I think it requires the determination to take, and I’ve always been more of a giver in the bedroom.

“Talk to me,” Colton says, his hands cupping my breasts as he kisses below my ear.

I cling to his arms. For him, I want to try. I turn my head until I’m the one speaking in his ear. “You kissing me like this,” I begin. “Your hands on me…”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

He reaches behind my back and slowly works open the zipper of my dress. With gentle hands, he peels it off my shoulders, exposing my white lacy bra. “What else happens in your dreams?”

Smiling, I free my arms from the little cap sleeves. I recall the dream I lost when turbulence jostled me awake on our last flight.

“Tell me,” he commands, pinching my peaked nipple.

I gasp, fighting a shiver as he cups me with both hands, his thumbs rubbing against the lace. “Last time, we were in a bubble bath. I was in your lap, and you were so deep inside me, thrusting so hard, we spilled water all over the floor—”

My words end on another gasp as he kisses me, his tongue dancing with mine. We chase and claim, kissing like we were always meant to do. He pulls away to look in my eyes. “How often are you dreaming of me?” I see the pride there, the joy and excitement. This is turning him on.

I flash him another smile. “Enough that all my toys are tired of hearing me cry out your name.”

He grins. “Keep going.”

“Enough to wake up wet and wanting you almost every morning,” I say on a sigh, pressing in with my hips as his hand teases over my pussy. “Sometimes, I even reach for you…but you’re never there.”

His face glows with triumph. “I’m right here, Poppy. I’m in your arms, and I’m saying yes. Now, what are you gonna do about it?”

Heart racing, I shimmy out of my dress, letting it slip past my hips. “I’m saying yes too.”

“Yes?”

This is crazy. We’re in an elevator, and those doors could open at any moment. But, for the second time in a week, I’m taking what I want, and damn the consequences. “Wild horses couldn’t stop me,” I say, dropping my dress to the floor. “Fuck me, Colton. I’m yours.”

“Yes.” His hand wraps possessively around my throat as he pulls me to him. I arch my neck, heart beating wildly as I wait for the squeeze. But he holds his pressure firm, his other hand dropping to palm between my legs again. We both groan as he feels how wet I already am through my panties. “We don’t have a lot of time to play and explore,” he says in my ear. “What does my queen like? What gets you off?”

I shiver at the use of his endearment. Queen? I’ve been called “baby” and “sugar” before. Lukas swooped in and teased me with that ill-advised “princess.” That’s what Daddy calls me. No lover can call me by the same pet name as my father. I wasn’t joking; I would’ve punched him in the balls if he said it again.

But “queen?” I like the sound of that. A lot. I tremble in his arms, ready for anything he’ll give me, aching for it. Seeing the mirrored look of need in his eyes, my confidence surges. I wrap my hand around his at my throat and squeeze. “I may look sweet, but I like to get fucked, Colton. I want it hard and fast. I want your cock buried deep so I feel you the next morning. I want to be owned.”

He growls his approval as he moves his hand down my chest and presses a sucking kiss to my neck. “We’ll have to get a little creative because I don’t have a condom—”

“I’m on the pill,” I say, cupping his hard dick through his athletic shorts. “Oh!” My eyes go wide as I feel his impressive length. This perfect cock will more than fill me. I’m not even sure it will fit. My pussy is already weeping at the chance to try.

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ve…” I try to work around how I can say this. “Umm, I’ve only been with one other person in the last three years—and we used a condom,” I add quickly. “Both—I mean—all of the times…we used a condom.”

Colton’s eyes narrow. Signing Lukas’s NDA means I can’t officially name him, but we both know what I’m saying without me saying it. He swoops in, kissing me again until I’m left swaying in my heels and breathless. Pulling away, chest heaving, he grabs a fistful of my braided hair and jerks my head back. I cry out, loving his tight hold on me. “I am going to burn the memory of him from your soul. Do you understand? When I’m done, there will be nothing left of him but a fucking echo.”

Wild with want, I nod.

“Good girl,” he praises, pressing one more kiss to my lips. “Now, you said you want me to own you?”

I nod again.

He leans closer, rasping in my ear. “Then get on your knees and get your pretty mouth on my dick. I want it wet with you before I shove it in your cunt.” His eyes are two pools of night as he glares hungrily down at me. “You want me buried deep?”

I nod for a third time. “Yes, please.”

He grins. “Perfect. Because I want to fill you with my cum. I wanna watch you stumble out of this goddamn elevator with me dripping down your thighs.” He cups my pussy again, rubbing my clit with his palm until I squirm. “You’re gonna feel me in this pretty cunt and know exactly who owns you. Sound good?”

“Yes,” I whisper, heart racing.

“Good.” He kisses me again, biting at my bottom lip. “Get on your fucking knees.”

Okay, dirty-talking Colton is my new kryptonite. I melt to the floor. Whimpering with need, I pull down on his shorts, freeing his cock. It hangs hard and ready in front of my face, casting a shadow in this eerie light. I take in the size, my hands reaching out to tentatively wrap around his base. The tips of my nails don’t quite touch.

Oh, my freaking god.

His hands go to my hair as I flick with my tongue, wetting his tip. That first taste of his salty precum has me feeling desperate. Parting my lips, I take his whole tip in my mouth and suck.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his body tensing, fingers digging into my hair.

I hum with pleasure, gliding my tongue down his thick shaft.

“Keep going,” he urges. “Show me how much of me you can take.”

I swirl my tongue around his head again. Opening my mouth wide, I swallow his hard length. I take as much as I can into my mouth, my hands wrapping around him at the base.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his hands firm but gentle in my hair. “So perfect. This is my dream, Poppy. Seeing you like this, your sweet mouth on me. Your hands—fuck!”

I pop off him, taking a deep breath. “You’ve had dreams of me sucking your cock?”

He smiles down at me, hunger written on every line of his face. “Poppy, all my dreams are of you.”

My core warms at the thought of him alone and wanting me all this time, like I’ve been wanting him. I flash him a teasing smile. “But the real thing is better, right?”

Swooping down, he grabs me by the arms and pulls me up, kissing me senseless.

“I don’t know how long we have in here,” I say against his mouth. “Please, Colton. Please, fuck me. I need your cock inside me. No more dreaming. Make it real.”

He drops to his knees right there on the elevator floor. His shorts are around his thighs, dick out. He balances on the balls of his feet, gym shoes still on.

“What are you doing?” I swallow a squeal, nearing tripping in my heels as he jerks my panties down to my ankles. Next to him, his phone buzzes with a call. It vibrates on the floor, making the light flicker. Neither of us answer. We can’t stop. We’re obsessed. We’re possessed.

Colton reels me in by the hips, and my hands smooth over his short hair. He presses his face to my pussy, making a desperate sound.

“No, we don’t have time—ah!” I cry out as he tongues my clit, his fingers wiggling to dip into my wet pussy. “Colton, please.” I swallow a moan as he gives my pussy a light smack.

“Behave,” he growls, burying his tongue back inside me.

I ride his face, both hands gripping the handrail behind his head. He groans his approval, sinking his tongue inside my pussy. “Oh, I’m right there,” I say on a gasp. “Don’t stop—”

He shoves two fingers inside me, flicking my clit with his tongue until I’m squeezing him tight, my orgasm crashing over me. I cling to the handrail, grinding on his face. He groans again, and I feel the vibration against my pussy. I’m so sensitive and turned on, just the sound makes my walls flutter around his fingers in a last, desperate little wave of pleasure.

The phone buzzes on the floor again, and he leans back, his tight core muscles on full display. My god, he’s beautiful, sculpted from stone. He looks up at me with those dark eyes. “Get on my dick, Poppy.”

I’m delirious, still floating back into my body. Lifting a hand, I brush my hair back from my face. “What?”

He taps my inner thigh to have me widen my stance. I stand with one foot to either side of him. From this angle, I feel like a queen, watching him gaze up at me with such longing. A girl could get used to this kind of adoration.

“Come here.”

Following his lead, I sink down, bending at the knees. He drops one hand between us, holding his hard cock ready as I notch him at my entrance. “Oh god,” I whimper, my face now even with his.

“You’ve got this.” He kisses my cheek, my brow. “Sit down, beautiful. Take me nice and slow. Ride me. Fucking own me. A queen on her throne.”

Fighting the shaking of my legs, I exhale and sink down, letting him fill me inch by inch. I’m trembling as he helps hold my weight, his strong arms supporting my hips and thighs as I bury his dick inside me. “I can’t,” I whine, breathless and feeling the pinch and burn of being overfull.

“I’ve got you,” he soothes, kissing my neck. “Only take as much as you want.”

I nod, one hand going from the handrail to his shoulder as I let out a breath and settle a little deeper. He lifts me up, sliding me slowly back down his length. We both moan with satisfaction.

“Better?” he asks.

“Mhmm.” I lift up again and slide down, feeling him unlocking more of me. “God, you’re so deep.” I whimper, loving the exquisite ache of this fullness.

Leaning back, he glances down between us. “You’re more than halfway. Stop if it’s too much.”

“It’s not too much,” I assure him, feeling completely untethered. Another orgasm is building deep in my core, this one heavy and full of static like a storm head. Electricity tingles across my chest and down my arms. I’m empty and I’m full and I need more.

“You feel so fucking good.” He sucks on my breast over the lace cup of my bra. My nipple is peaked and aching. “God, I feel all of you. Poppy—”

I cling to him, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding him to my breast. My other hand holds a death grip on the handrail behind his head as I grind down on his hard cock, trying to take more of him inside me.

All of him. I want all of him. Nothing else will do.

“It’s not enough,” I pant, dancing at the edge of delirious. “Col, I need more. Is that crazy? I’m so full, but please, please, give me more. I can take it. I know I can. Please—”

He groans again, his hands tightening on my thighs as he changes the angle of his hips and arches back. At the same time, he thrusts up, impaling me on his cock until I feel myself seated fully. I cry out, throwing my head back as he fucks me from below. I’m just along for this ride, my whole body swept up in the storm of his passion as he buries himself in me again and again.

“Fuck,” he shouts, his hands digging into my hips so hard they’ll leave bruises. “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too.” Melting against him, I press my lips to his in a searing kiss and let the super nova consume us both. My pussy clamps down on him like a vise. His body shudders as he thrusts again, his arms wrapping protectively around me as we both release.

I don’t even know how much time passes before he’s saying my name. Brushing my hair back. “Poppy…”

“Hmm?” I lift my head off his shoulder and blink my eyes open. Everything looks so bright. I wince.

“Poppy, get up.” His voice is urgent. He’s shifting me away. In my fog, I cling to him, not wanting a repeat of that empty feeling I got when Lukas left me against the ice machine. “Pop, the lights just came on.”

The elevator buzzes. Somewhere in the shaft above us, there’s a loud, alarm-like beep.

My happy pink orgasm bubble bursts as I glance around. I’m naked in the middle of this broken elevator, straddling a hockey player’s lap with his cock buried inside me. “Oh god—”

“Poppy, you gotta get up. The doors could open any second.”

“Help me!”

He shifts me off his lap, and I rise shakily to my feet. I snatch up my dress while Colton tucks himself away and shrugs back into his T-shirt. We both jump as a deep voice fills the elevator car. “Hey, this is Fire Chief Dale Finnick. Do we have some people stuck in this elevator?”

With an anxious look at me, Colton steps over to the control panel and presses the red phone button. “Uhh, yeah. Hey, Chief. Colton Morrow here. I’m with our PR director, Poppy St. James.”

There’s a moment’s delay where the only sound is the mechanical whirring and that alarm buzz. I shimmy back into my lilac sheath dress, getting it up over my hips.

“You both alright?” calls the fire chief.

Colton smirks at me, his eye roving my half-nakedness. “Yeah, we’re great. Little panicked at first, but now I’d say we’re fan-freaking-tastic. Can you get us outta here?”

I roll my eyes, tugging my dress up onto my shoulders as I search the floor for my shoe. I had two when I walked in here…

“Sorry ’bout that, folks,” comes the fire chief’s deep voice. “We’re resetting the system now. We’ll have you out in a jiff.”

Oh god, they’re about to get us out? A crowd of firefighters is going to watch me do a walk of shame out of this freaking elevator. “My shoe!”

Colton drops to one knee and grabs my discarded shoe. I wobble on one foot as he wraps a gentle hand around my ankle, helping me slip the pink patent leather pump back on my foot.

“Oh—my panties!”

“Got ’em.” He swipes my pink panties and my little silk neckerchief off the floor, along with his phone, tucking them all in his pockets.

I gasp as the elevator starts to move. “We’re going down instead of up. Colton, if that lobby is full of people, I swear to god—”

“Turn around,” he urges.

I spin to face the back wall, my fingers fumbling to fix my hair as Colton zips up the back of my dress. Using his much larger body, he blocks me from view. The doors open just as I’m tucking the loose tendrils of hair behind my ear.

“Hey, there,” comes the fire chief’s deep voice. “How we doing, folks? Everyone have fun in there?”

“Oh, yeah,” says Colton, still blocking me with his body. “We had a great time.”

“Poppy, honey, I’m so sorry,” cries Vicki. “They started working on those dang generators, and then they blew a fuse, and it all went to hell in a hand basket.”

I step out from behind Colton, a fake smile plastered on my face. “Well, it’s about time y’all rescued us,” I chime. “If I had to play ‘I Spy’ with this guy for one more minute, I was gonna lose my dang mind.”

They all laugh, including Colton. It’s rich and deep and warms me through like sinking into a hot bath. He makes the rounds, shaking the firefighters’ hands as Vicki hurries over to me, her dark eyes wide with worry. “Poppy, honey, is everything alright?”

Oh god, how bad do I look? First stop: bathroom mirror.

“I may have had a teensy little panic attack,” I admit. “But Colton helped calm me down.”

“I’m so sorry,” Vicki repeats. “I’m glad you weren’t stuck in there all alone.”

“She was a difficult patient, but I had her relaxed by the end,” Colton teases.

I just smile. How the heck are we getting away with this? Surely there must be a large flashing sign over our heads that reads: “WE JUST HAD SEX.”

But Vicki is still chattering about broken generators, and the quartet of firefighters is moving off, their job here done. Colton inches closer, filling my already-swimming senses with his woodsy scent and the heat of his now-familiar body.

I have to get out of here. “Well, the day doesn’t end just because you get stuck in an elevator. Back to work I go.”

Vicki steps over to the elevator and presses the “up” button. “You heading back up to four, honey?”

I watch the doors open and shake my head. “Sorry, Vic. For the foreseeable future, I think I’ll be taking the stairs.”

Colton chuckles. I cast him one more parting glance and the smooth devil winks. Only he and I will ever know that I walked into that elevator wearing panties, and I just walked out with those panties in his pocket, his cum now sticky between my legs.