Power Play (Noah Sebastian Hockey AU)

Part 5

C.W. 18+ only, minors DNI. Sexual themes and behavior.

Sarah's POV

My heart is pounding in my ears as I'm pressed up against the wall, desperately trying to swipe my keycard while his mouth devours my neck. He bites a sensitive piece of my skin and I almost drop the keycard, barely saving it between my fingers. His hips grind into me, my dress riding up as I start to slip out of my heels. Every nerve in my body is electrified, desire coursing through my veins. I can't get the door open fast enough. The door's lock finally clicks open and the buzz of freedom rings in my ears. Unable to contain myself, I push down on the handle with eager force, spilling us into the room in a heated tangle of limbs. We stumble into the hotel room in a frenzy, his hands already roaming my body as he kicks the door closed behind us. Our lips crash together in a fiery kiss that steals my breath away. I tear at his shirt buttons impatiently while his fingers explore my thighs, inching my dress higher.

Everything tingles as he touches me, heat pooling low in my belly. I break the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt off and run my hands over his toned chest before claiming his lips once more. He presses me back against the wall, his hard body flush against mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning softly as I feel his cock press into me. His hands grip my hips roughly as he grinds against me. Arching into him, nails raking down his back. Every cell in my body is screaming for him. I've never wanted someone so badly.

My purse and keys tumble to the floor, barely hearing them land over the pounding of my heart. My arms wrap tight around his strong shoulders, and he bends down, gripping my thighs to hoist me up. I cling to him desperately, legs locked around his waist, as he carries me effortlessly like a koala toward the bed. His confident stride and the warmth of his body pressed against mine makes my head spin with desire. I run my hands through his thick hair and lean in to kiss his neck as he lowers me onto the soft mattress.

My fingers are mesmerized as they trail the intricate black ink etched into his tanned skin, following the curves and lines of the elaborate tattoos that covered his muscular body. Starting at his broad shoulders, the dark designs swirling down his strong back and wrapping around to his chiseled chest before extending up his thick neck. He was absolutely covered in mesmerizing artwork, and I was enthralled, my eyes hungrily taking in every detail.

"Like what you see, little fox?" he teased, his deep voice rumbling with amusement as he noticed my captivation. I glanced up to meet his intense gaze, my eyes locking with his.

"Little fox?" I questioned in confusion, trying unsuccessfully to tilt my head as I pondered this new nickname. But with my long hair pinned underneath me, I couldn't quite achieve the right angle. Noticing my struggle, he gently pulled a lock of my ombre hair free, holding the red-to-white balayage strands out in front of me.

"Little fox," he murmured again, a smile playing on his lips as he twirled the platinum-tipped lock between his fingers. "My little fox." the words quietly ghosting over my cheek.

"This is so wrong," I whisper breathlessly as he leans in, his face mere inches from mine. My heart pounds rapidly in my chest as his strong hands grasp my thigh, hoisting my leg around his waist. I feel the fabric of his slacks scrape against my bare skin as he kneels onto the bed, positioning himself between my trembling legs. His cock presses insistently against my entrance, hungry and wanting, ready to claim me. I know I should stop this, but my traitorous body arches into him, aching for more of his touch.

His lips brush mine in a feather-light caress, sending tingles of electricity along my spine. "Then tell me what you like, let me make it right," he murmurs, his husky voice dripping with desire.

His face dips low, his mouth hot next to my right ear, "Do you like to be fucked first?" I can feel his warm breath on my skin as he whispers sensually in my ear, his lips brushing against me. Kissing my cheek he moves over to my left, "Or do you like to be eaten first?" his tongue flicking at my earlobe. I'm torn, both sound incredible. As his tongue dances along my earlobe, I let out a soft moan, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.