Quick Trick (Rough Riders Hockey Book 1)

Grant drank in the wild sight of Faith’s beautiful body twisting and convulsing with pleasure. He always took satisfaction in a job well done. But this… There was something different about this. Something fierce. Something intense. He didn’t know what, exactly. He just knew he’d never taken any woman’s pleasure as seriously as he took Faith’s. He’d always been aggressive on the ice and assertive with women, but in the bedroom, he lay back, let the woman do her thing and find her pleasure.

He had no idea where this sudden need to possess her had come from. But it burned so hot, Grant felt like it was eating a hole in his gut. A hole that could only be filled by filling her.

When she listed back against the wall, limp and panting, Grant kissed a path down the inside of her thigh, to her knee. He sat back on his heels, pulled out his wallet, and dragged out a condom.

All he could think about was pushing into all that wet heat. Driving long and hard into a pussy so tight, it would take everything Grant had to last until she came again. Later, he’d fuck her until she’d had more orgasms in one night with him than in her whole relationship with Dillon. Later he’d show her the array of orgasms awaiting her until she was so wrung out, she begged for mercy. And before the sun rose, he’d be introducing her to some rougher, edgier play sure to fire her up for the rest of his time in town.

With the condom in place, his jeans clinging to his hips, Grant dragged her panties over her hips and down her legs. He left them on the floor with the rest of her clothes and dragged her upright by her arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into him with a long, deep, wet kiss that flashed fire back into his veins. Her mouth was loose and soft, her tongue searching and hungry. Her hands threaded in his hair and her head tilted to take the kiss deeper while her legs wrapped around him and pulled him in.

Grant stroked her body, memorizing the curves while heat and pressure continued to build at the base of his spine. He trailed his hands down her sides, over her hips, clasped her thighs, and lifted her from the table. With one turn, he pressed her back up against the wall and rocked his erection against her pussy.

She moaned into his mouth and pushed a hand between them, circling and stroking his cock. Sensation ripped a path through his pelvis and up his spine. He broke the kiss on a curse and covered her hand with his.

“You want this?” he asked.

She licked her lips. “So bad.”

He moved her hand from the tip farther down the length where his girth took a significant turn, and watched her eyes widened. “You want it all? Because it’s all or nothing, Faith.”

“I want it all,” she said without hesitation.

The girl was ballsy. He released her hand and gripped her chin. Anticipation made Grant’s mouth water. “Then take it. And look me in the eye while I fill you with every fucking inch.”

Lust sparked in her eyes, and her lids lowered another fraction. She was the most unique combination of sweetness and seductress. She liked the dirty talk. Liked the rough stuff. Let him have control, then played by his rules. She took her share of discomfort to get to the reward of extreme pleasure.

She was very close to winning Grant’s complete respect.

But those thoughts vanished as Faith rubbed the head of his cock across her pussy, settling him at her entrance. She pressed her hand to his abdomen and licked her lips again. Grant didn’t waste a second; he rocked his hips and pushed his head into her heat.

She inhaled sharply, and her eyes glazed over. Another wave of pleasure flooded Grant’s body, and he gritted his teeth around a groan. But that didn’t control the need to move. And after controlling himself so completely while delivering pleasure to Faith, he let go now, withdrew, and thrust again, still just a couple of inches.

“Oh fuck…” he rasped. She was so goddamned tight. And hot. And slick. And soft.

She was fucking heaven. And he was so fucking high on her.

“More,” she murmured. “Feels so good.” Her hand clutched at his gut, her nails scoring his skin. “More, more, more.”

Her little pleas in that cloud-nine voice was as effective as her pussy around his cock at making him give her exactly what she wanted. He tightened his hand on her face as if that would give him a deeper connection and held her gaze as he thrust.

“Ah…”

Her little high-pitched sound of pleasure and surprise spurred him, and he rocked back, contracted the glutes he worked on all year and thrust again.

“Oh God…” She tipped back her head, pulling from his grasp, and hit the wall. “Again, again, again.”

“Look…at me,” he ordered in a voice that sounded like something from The Lord of the Rings.

She lowered her gaze, but her head listed sideways and ended up resting in his palm. And that was where she stayed as he thrust until he’d scored a path for his entire cock into her pussy and his balls slapped her flesh.

Then, leaving her shoulders against the wall, he took a step back, putting her body at a forty-five-degree angle to his. Her breath came fast and shallow. Her skin was smooth and flushed. Her body toned and supple. God, she was gorgeous. And all his.

All his.

His gut fluttered. He didn’t understand the thrill of that. Or the drive to exploit it. But he’d have to think about that later, because his body was out of patience.

He pushed Faith’s head upright and closed his fingers in her hair until she winced. “Are you ready to scream, Faith?”

Already panting, Faith licked the seam of her lips. And nodded.

Grant pulled out, engaged his glutes, and thrust. And his first free, rabid drive into Faith Nicholas was more glorious than his best fantasy. Smooth. Soft. Warm. Slick. And so fucking tight. Heaven. Absolute heaven.

Faith’s hips hit the wall. The head of Grant’s cock slammed Faith. And she cried out, half shock, half pleasure.

His second drive was euphoric, ending in another cry of pleasure from Faith along with a tight squeeze of her pussy.

Grant put all of himself into his work, his mission, and this moment. Faith on display and at his mercy. Her perky tits rocking, her abdominal muscles flexing, his cock impaling her sweet pussy. Their bodies in perfect sync, striving for the same goal—mutual ultimate pleasure.

“Ah God, Grant—” Her fingernails dug into his forearms, and the sting added an edgy excitement. “Grant, fuck… So good.”

Sweat slipped down his temple. It felt amazing. This was great sex. The kind that worked up a sweat when you didn’t notice because it was so good, it hadn’t seemed like work at all.

Faith lifted to meet him, and Grant put more power behind his thrust until his balls stung with each hit. And fuck that was good. Everything about this was good.

He gritted his teeth and growled, picking up speed to satisfy Faith’s demands, which drove his own. Faster than he preferred. Damn woman. She fucked up his control.

“Oh my God… Oh my God…” She half laughed, half cried the words, arching, head dropped back, every muscle in her beautiful body stretched tight. A sight Grant wished he could memorize. “Ah, fuck, Gra—”

Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy cranked down on Grant’s cock so hard, his throat closed. His body broke, and his orgasm slammed through him like a lightning crack. He lost his balance and put out a hand to catch the wall, wrapping his other arm around Faith, and steadied them as they both floated back to baseline.

Once Grant’s muscles released the last orgasmic quake, they gave. Still, he reluctantly pulled from Faith’s body, making a mental note to take her to bed next time so they could both sink into a comfortable mattress after. Then set her down. She wasn’t any more stable, using the wall to keep herself up.

He wrapped the condom in a tissue from a box he’d pushed to the floor earlier and tossed it in the trash, then looked around at the mess he’d made. He scratched his head. “I’ll…clean this up in the morning.”

“Holy. Shit.” Her whisper drew Grant’s gaze back. She was scraping a hand through her hair and pulling it off her face. A face flushed and relaxed, with a look of awe and shock in her eyes.

He slipped his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her neck. She pressed her cheek to his chest and ran her nails lightly up his side, sending tingles over his skin.

Warmth and affection swamped Grant out of nowhere. “I can’t remember the last time it’s been that good.”

She lifted her heavy-lidded gaze to his. “So it’s not just me?”

He smiled. “Oh, it’s you baby.” He kissed her. Softly. Slowly. And sighed. “It’s definitely you.”