Touch My Neck ✓

Chapter Twenty Three | Why was the hockey player arrested and taken to jail?

Eros Candreva

I knock onto her door, waiting for a response. 

"Eros, what are you doing here? You have a hockey game tomorrow."

"I'm not going," I say, my voice carrying a mixture of resolve and intensity.

Her eyes widen in disbelief. "What do you mean you're not going?"

I set the box down on the island counter before meeting her gaze squarely. "I told Christina that if she doesn't hire you, I'm leaving the team."

"Eros—" I'm rendered speechless, astonishment flooding my words. I glance down at my watch.

"Now, sex is part of my schedule." Her brows raise and she chuckles, shaking her head before kissing me softly. She takes my wrist and glances down at the watch.

"Just on time..." she whispers, I lift her from her thighs and settle her down into the kitchen counter. I slide her robe off and chuck it to the side, she grabs my shirt and raises is above my head.

She was wearing nothing but underwear beneath her robe, which was good for me as my lips grabs onto her nipples. She gasps, leaning back as her legs cross around my stomach.

I push her underwear to the side, rubbing into her clit before taking my hard cock and rubbing at against her wetness. "You're always wet for me Angel..."

"Only for you Eros." She whispers, catching my lips. I push myself inside of her and she moans loudly, her fingernails digging into my neck as I pound my cock into her. The sounds of my balls slapping her ass echoes around the apartment, her screams and moans just made me want to go harder-faster.

I push my hand down onto her stomach, and this move made her legs shake. My thighs tense, and she grabs her mouth to stop the noises from coming out. "No, let me hear you-let everyone fucking hear you." I rip her hand from her mouth, and her sweet melodies leave.

"Fuuuuck Eros-fuck!" She cries out, her eyes closing as she leans back-just before she cums I slip out and she whips her eyes open. I turn her around, where her breasts are resting on the cold counter- her legs didn't touch the floor but her bubble ass was right where I needed it to be. I slap my hands against it, she moans-her pussy clenching around my cock.

I pin her head down onto the counter, and fuck her harder.

After we climax, I release the hold on her hair and she slides of the counter before turning to face me. I tuck my cock back into my boxers and she grabs the lining of my joggers before pulling me closer to her.

"I'll take the job back," she whispers, her fingers grazing my stubble as she leans in closer. "I need you to win—I need you to show everyone that you're unbeatable." Her words linger in the air, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "For me, Bear."

For her, I'd do anything.

I'd shatter expectations.

I'd break free from my routines.

And the most surprising part—I don't mind it. Maybe I'm even starting to like it.

Her.

I nod in agreement, and a small smile plays at the corners of her lips. She leans in, her soft lips pressing against mine in a tender kiss. "I'll be cheering you on with my dad."

"No one's ever come to my games before," I admit, the vulnerability slipping out.

"Then consider it a new chapter," she replies, her eyes locking onto mine with determination. "You'll have someone in the stands, every time. Well, as long as you get the tickets, because twelve grand is a bit steep."