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

Grace

I loved a good competition, but I knew before we began that this was a game I was destined to lose.

No way in hell was I going to be able to make this man come first, not when I was so sensitive to his touch that the first glide of his tongue had me quaking. I closed my eyes as all the awareness in my body zeroed in on that point of contact, on where he licked me from end to end before sucking my clit between his teeth.

“Oh, God.” I rolled against that sensation, greedy for more, and Jaxson smiled against my pussy before he grabbed my ass in both hands and pulled me to him, my hips having no choice but to open more.

Then, I had an out-of-body experience, because the truth of it all came rushing in.

I was sitting on Jaxson Brittain’s face.

The power of that swept over me as much as the next stroke of his tongue, and I trembled, palming my breasts and rolling my hips slowly to meet every inch of his tongue.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I cried, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. Jaxson sucked my clit, swirling his tongue around and around in the perfect way to build my climax. But just as the sparks started to catch, he pulled away, licking in softer, longer motions.

I whimpered.

“Oh, I’m so going to win,” he said on another smile against my skin. Then, he hardened the tip of his tongue to a point and flicked it side to side over my clit, making me see stars.

I moaned, seeking his challenge through the fog his tongue was clouding my mind with. I crawled forward, bending over his body until I was face to face with the most beautiful cock in the world.

I balanced myself on one hand, reaching out to wrap the other around him as I wet my lips. The moment I touched him, he stilled.

And that power rushed through me again.

Slowly, I rolled my hand into a fist around him, sliding up long enough to coat myself in the drop of precum at his tip before I slid down the entire length of him.

I felt his groan vibrating through me, his next breath hot and needy on my pussy.

Jaxson flexed into my hand, teasing my clit with his tongue as he did. I pumped him once, twice, wondering how much of him I’d even be able to take.

I couldn’t wait to find out.

Licking my lips, I lowered my mouth, twirling my tongue around his head before I sucked just the tip of him inside. He met my advance with a long sweep of his tongue between my legs, and we both moaned together.

He was so fucking big.

I stretched my mouth open wider and angled my head so I could take a little more, and then I pulled off, sliding my hand up to coat it in saliva. I squeezed my palm around him, fastened my lips to where my hand was, and pushed a little deeper.

“Yes, baby,” he groaned, his hips curling like he needed more. “Just like that.”

God, I loved that. I loved when he told me what to do, when he told me what he liked. I loved the thought of my touch driving him wild.

My tongue circled his head as my hand squeezed his shaft, and I worked them in time with each other, bobbing up and down until I hit a depth that made me gag.

“Fuck,” Jaxson cursed, and then he slicked one thick finger and toyed with my entrance, teasing and gliding before he plunged it deep inside me.

My entire body clenched, goosebumps racing over my skin.

Jaxson exhaled like it was the best sight he’d ever had in the world, his finger inside me, and he curled it against a deep spot that made my legs shake violently around him. “I love when you gag on my cock. Do it again.”

Those words alone were enough to make me come, my body humming to life under the praise. I slid my hand up and down his length, slow and calculated, and then I sucked him inside my mouth again and dove deep.

He was still fucking me with his finger, tongue circling my clit as a guttural groan ripped from his chest. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he flexed — just half an inch — and my throat stretched to let him in.

I held for a long second, and then gagged, pulling up to catch my breath. A string of saliva connected us, and I used it to fuck him with my hand as he smacked my ass.

“That is the hottest fucking sound I have ever heard,” he rasped, rewarding me with a second finger curling inside me, and a torturous rhythm of his tongue against my clit. “I knew you could take it.”

I bit my lip on a moan, both from his words and the perfect way he was stroking his fingers inside me. The combination of his tongue and his touch were too much for me to focus, and I couldn’t help it — I sank down more, stretching my hips and rolling against him.

Then, before I knew what was happening, Jaxson flipped us, rolling until it was him balancing his weight on top of me.

“You want to come,” he asked, spreading my legs wide and licking me from tip to seam. “Open wide and let me fuck that pretty mouth.”

I writhed under his touch, under those words. I’d never gotten off from a guy going down on me before, but I was one swipe of his tongue away from bursting into flames. Add in the fact that him telling me in the most vulgar way that he wanted me to suck his cock actually made me even wetter, and this was going down as the most eye-opening sexual experience of my life.

Jaxson pressed up onto his palm, using his other hand to grip his cock and press it to my lips. He rubbed the tip of himself along the seam until I opened, and then he dipped in just enough for me to swirl my tongue around him.

“Wider.”

Fuck. I opened more, and he slid in deeper, withdrawing only a moment before he pressed in again.

“Come on, baby. Open up for me.”

I arched my head back, closing my eyes and doing everything in my power to school my breathing.

I can do this. I can take more.

Jaxson slid in again, slow and steady, and I felt that same sensation I had before even stronger. He stretched my throat, pushing in deep until I gagged.

“Goddamn,” he praised, pulling all the way out and stroking himself while I caught my breath. As soon as I did, I pulled him back to me.

If Jaxson was surprised, he didn’t show it. He let me take control, let me guide him into my mouth again, and I arched as much as I could to open my throat and let him in.

It was so fucking hot. He was literally on top of me fucking my throat.

The filthiness of that made me moan, the noise vibrating around his cock, and he flexed in deep with a groan ripping from his chest.

And I… was pretty sure I could come, just like this.

I reached between my legs, and just a brush of my fingertips against my clit told me I was accurate in my assessment. I bucked my hips against my hand as Jaxson cursed and slid in deeper, withdrawing, then pushing in again, over, and over, and over.

“That’s my girl,” he husked, palming my breast roughly. “Fuck your hand while I fuck your mouth.”

He slid in so deep I gagged again, but the sound of it, the way he moaned like it was the hottest thing in the world made me circle my clit faster. I was so close. I was going to—

No.

Just before the flames could catch, Jaxson withdrew everything — his cock, his mouth, his hands. I was ready to whine and throw a fucking fit, but before I could, my ass was lifted off the ground.

Jaxson literally bent me in half.

My head, neck, and shoulders were still on the floor, but the lower half of me was suspended, ass resting against Jaxson’s chest as he positioned himself between my legs. He looked down at me with a greedy sweep of his eyes over my body, and then he grabbed hold of my thighs and spread me more.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he said, running his tongue flat and hot between my legs. I shook, my orgasm kicking back to life. “I want to watch you when you come on my tongue.”

All words were gone after that.

He descended, and I realized then that everything before had just been a tease. Because he knew. He knew exactly how to lick me and suck me to make me unravel, knew just the right way to curl his fingers inside me and stoke my climax to the surface.

I writhed and bucked as he held me in place. It was both too much and not enough. I chased it as much as I ran from it. But my release caught me, fire licking at the edges of my vision before it took me under a roaring inferno.

I cried out his name, fisting my hands in the comforter as if that could tether me to the Earth. It was useless. I spun into outer space, my orgasm rocking through me in intense, body-breaking waves as Jaxson held me to his mouth and devoured me like eating my pussy was his favorite thing in the world.

I rode it out, every last drop, until I had no choice but to fall limp in his grasp. When I did, he smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to my clit that made me shake like a leaf.

Then, slowly, he lowered me to the ground, crawling his way up my body until he captured my mouth with his. I tasted myself on his tongue, and that, combined with his rock-hard erection pressing against my thigh, wound me up like a music box.

I was ready for more.

“Jaxson,” I whispered against his lips, and then I bucked against him, telling him what I wanted without saying a word.

He kissed me hard, meeting my need with his own. Then, he pushed up long enough to reach for his pants. He grabbed his wallet out of the pocket and fished out a gold packet.

I tried to snatch it out of his hands, but he pulled back.

“Not even going to congratulate me on my win?” he asked, arching a brow.

I narrowed my gaze before grabbing the condom, ripping the foil with my teeth and tossing the wrapper aside.

Then, in a move bold enough it surprised me, I grabbed him — by the cock — and pulled him into me.

“It’s not a win until I come with you inside me.”

Jaxson slid his tongue along his lower lip as he watched me sheathe him, those deep blue eyes of his telling me that was a challenge he was happy to take.

Funny enough, even though it was me who’d issued that challenge, it was me now staring at his cock wondering how the hell it was going to fit.

Even struggling, I’d barely managed to fit a third of him inside my mouth. It was all my hands taking the rest of him. Then again, I had a small mouth. It would be fine.

Right?

I only half-believed in myself as Jaxson grabbed me by the hand and pulled me until I was straddling his lap, his back propped against the foot of the bed. The look in his eyes told me he had nothing but faith that I could take it.

That lit me up like nothing else could.

Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I pressed up onto my knees with my heart ready to race out of my chest. No number of deep breaths could soothe or prepare me. I was nervous. I was excited. I was more alive than I’d ever been with the anticipation of feeling him in the most personal, intimate way.

I rolled my hips, his shaft sliding into my wet heat. I was dripping from my release, and we both groaned at the feel of him gliding along that sensitive area. I didn’t take him inside though, not yet. I just squeezed my thighs and rubbed him from tip to base, covering him, teasing him.

Jaxson’s hands gripped my hips tight enough to bruise, like he was holding back from lifting me onto him and slamming it home.

So many times, we’d just barely touched — a gentle brush of a hand, an accidental graze of our bodies. But now, we were bared to each other, locked inside a room where we couldn’t hear all the noise telling us to stop.

I moved a bit faster, rolling my entire body with the movement as I rode him without even a centimeter of penetration. When his head dropped back on a groan, he tightened his hold on me, biting his lip.

“You’re killing me,” he said roughly.

And I loved it. I wanted more of this — the power, the excitement, the anticipation. This was the last moment we’d ache for him to be inside me without actually knowing what it would feel like. This was the only first time we’d have.

I milked it for every last drop.

My hands slid into his hair, and I yanked, exposing his neck so I could kiss and bite along the slope of it. I tracked my way along his jaw, sucking the lobe of his ear between my teeth.

“Tell me what to do.”

He shook with a vibration so strong he groaned, capturing my mouth with a bruising kiss. This was what he needed. The energy searing through him needed a release, and I knew he found it in commanding me — the same way I found my own power in knowing I could bring this grown man to his knees.

“Sit back,” he said. “Let me see you.”

I did as he asked, leaning back and bracing my palms on the floor behind me. I could just barely writhe against him like this, and he watched where his cock glided between my pussy lips like he was a starved man.

“Look at you,” he said, reaching forward to touch me. He splayed his hand over my stomach, pushing it up slowly — between my breasts, over my collarbone, until he could wrap it fully around my neck. “Such a little cock tease.”

My eyelids fluttered, stomach tightening. Why did that turn me on so much?

I dared him with my eyes to say more, to give me more, to stop tiptoeing around the words I was desperate to hear him say.

“You want to ride my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, rubbing along his length until I sat right at the tip of him. I had to press up onto my knees to do so, and Jaxson tightened his hand around my neck to steady me.

“Sit on it.”

My breath hitched, the desire to do what I was told taking over everything else. I fit him to my entrance, and then I sank down — only an inch, just enough for us to both curse and hiss and grip onto each other for dear life.

His hand slid higher on my throat until he could grip my chin and force me to look at him.

“That’s it,” he said. “But you can take more.”

I whimpered, lifting a bit before I slid down even farther. The stretch sent a shock through me, but pleasure was right on its heels, sweeping in to wash away any pain.

“Goddamn, baby,” Jaxson groaned. “So fucking tight.”

Again, I lifted, dropping down and taking another centimeter. Again, and again, each time opening myself more for him.

“You listen so well,” he coached, and his hand left my neck. He moved both his palms to my hips, splaying his fingers wide and helping to lift me and slide me back down.

Fuck.

I saw stars, felt myself stretching past the point I thought possible. It hurt a little more than it felt good, and I grabbed his forearms, halting us.

“You feel incredible,” he said, and I knew by the way he didn’t push me that he was well aware how fucking big he was. Instead, he let me sit there, let me gently lift and lower back down while his hands explored.

He trailed his fingertips lightly over my abdomen, drawing lines between the few freckles I had. Then, he palmed both my breasts, massaging them with just the slightest flex of his hips that sent another jolt through me.

I hissed, and he went even slower, paying special attention to my nipples and putting the power of our pace back in my hands.

“You’re so goddamn pretty,” he praised, his thumbs sparking electricity with every circle of my nipples. “You know that? You drive me fucking mad.”

One hand continued playing with my breast while the other trailed up to my mouth. He slid his thumb over my bottom lip until I opened, sucking the digit inside.

That earned me a fierce groan, his nostrils flaring, and I knew he was fighting not to flex inside me again.

“You took me so well in this mouth, the way you gagged for me…” He swallowed, like he was weighing what he was about to say. But his eyes found mine, the decision made when he added, “Such a good little slut.”

It should have shocked me.

It should have pissed me off and made me slap him hard across the face.

If anyone else in the world would have said it, that likely would have happened. But as it was, I had Jaxson Brittain inching his way inside me and looking at me like I was his whole fucking world.

And I wanted it.

I wanted to be his little slut.

I sucked his thumb harder as I pressed onto my knees, and then I sank down — fast and hard and as deep as I could.

I cried out when I hit my max, and Jaxson hissed, grabbing my hips to still me.

“Jesus, Grace,” he cursed, looking at where we were fitted together. “I’m almost all the way inside you.”

I used that as motivation, sliding up a bit to coat us before I went even lower.

“Fuck.” He shook his head, and then his hand shot out, grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me to him. He crashed his mouth over mine, holding me tight, his hips rocking him out of me before he pressed inside slow and gentle. “No one takes this cock like you, baby. No one.”

“I want it all.”

He cursed again, withdrawing and pushing in as I rocked against him.

“Play with your clit,” he commanded, releasing me enough so I could reach my hand down between us. He knew it was going to hurt, to take all of him, but he also knew I could.

I sucked in a breath, circling my clit as little bursts of sparks flew in my bloodstream. It felt so incredibly good, him filling me to the brim, his eyes soaking in the sight of me riding him. I could feel my second climax mounting as I spread my legs even wider, chasing the release.

“Good girl.”

His hands found my hips again, and he slid me up, then back down — once, twice, three times — each one a little deeper than the last.

“You can take it,” he told me again, and that praise tickled my skin for only a split second before he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down, hammering himself all the way inside.

A sharp pain ripped through me, like a thousand knives had sliced right through my core.

“Shh, shh,” Jaxson said against my lips, and he held me to him, not daring to move again now that I was fully seated. He just kissed me, over and over, across my jaw and along my neck and back up to my mouth. He swept my hair out of the way, his hands holding me to him, our breaths hot and labored in the space between.

And slowly, the pain subsided.

It washed away like a gentle wave, and when his cock twitched inside me, my stomach stirred with the promise of my release.

Carefully, I slid up again, not too far before I sat all the way back down.

“Oh, fuck,” Jaxson growled, and he pulled back so he could watch when I did it again.

He shook his head, gaping at the view of me riding him, and then his hungry eyes found mine. He grabbed the back of my neck again and kissed me hard.

“You,” he said, nipping my bottom lip. “Are fucking sensational.”

I rocked against him, tangling my hands in his hair as I bounced slowly in his lap. And when he reached down between us and pressed his warm fingertips against my clit, I let out something between a moan and a prayer.

“I’m close,” he gritted out, and then he took control — of everything. He bucked his hips, fucking me hard while I used my hands in his hair to steady myself. One arm wrapped around me to give him leverage, and the other rubbed my clit with the perfect amount of friction to give me what I needed.

“Jaxson, oh God, I… fuck!”

My second orgasm took me all the way out.

Numbness invaded me from head to toe, and then it was blasted away in a shocking wave of heat. My blood rushed to where he touched me, legs trembling with the effort to keep riding. I didn’t have to do much. Jaxson bucked his hips to meet mine, fingers keeping their pace while he punished my mouth with another brutal kiss.

I was floating in space.

I was everything and nothing all at once.

I writhed in his lap, crying out his name, and when I did, he muttered a curse against my lips and shuttered.

I felt it, the moment he spilled inside the condom, the way he spasmed even as he managed to keep his pace and make sure I didn’t lose my orgasm. The groan he let rip free gave me new life, and I took over, using his shoulders to help me bounce on his cock and drain him. I wanted every last drop.

I wanted to fucking wreck him — just the way he’d wrecked me.

The sounds he made when he came felt like the sweetest reward I’d ever earned. They were guttural, primal, completely untamed. And with every flex of his hips, he held onto me, pulling me down like he couldn’t get deep enough to ever feel satiated.

A squeeze on my hip told me when he was finished, and I slowed, pressing up high enough to carefully remove the condom. I tied it off carefully and set it aside. When it was gone, I fisted my hand around him, savoring the moan he let out when I did.

“I have an IUD,” I told him, pumping him slowly. “And I’ve been tested.” I looked down at where he was hardening in my hand, and then locked my eyes on his. “I really want to feel you inside me, Jaxson. Just you.”

His answer was a tightening of his jaw and his hands lifting my hips. I knew by that alone that he’d been tested, too — knew he wouldn’t chance anything. But he confirmed it with words.

“You’re safe with me.”

Jaxson positioned me where he wanted, and then slid inside me — all the way, in one fluid motion that stole both our breaths.

God, it was so hot, to be connected like that, to feel him inside me without a barrier between us. And I was warmed up, lubricated, stretched enough to sit all the way down and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his.

It was my plan to just sit there with him inside me, to just… feel.

But soon, our breaths were slowing, and Jaxson was winding his fingers in my hair. Then, he was kissing me, unhurried in his perusal of my mouth. Before long, he was rock hard, flexing just deep enough to make me gasp.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he rasped.

The next round began before the first one was even done.

And as he moved me to the bed, pressing me into the sheets and sliding inside me again, all I could think was how wrong he was.

I knew exactly what I was doing to him, what he was doing to me.

What I didn’t know was how we were ever supposed to walk away from each other now.