Learn Your Lesson: A Single Dad Hockey Romance (Kings of the Ice)

Will

I turned to ash at the sight of her.

My body burned, a yearning, searing, unbearable heat consuming me as I towered over her and watched her part her plump, rosy lips.

Her cheeks and neck and chest were flushed from her climax — the climax I had given her. Her hands were trapped between her thick, beautiful thighs. Those wide brown eyes were fixed on me, excited and eager to learn, but tinged with a hint of something uncertain. It was impossible not to let my gaze wander, slow and greedy.

“What a sight you are,” I mused, lowering the red Popsicle until the tip of it brushed her nipple.

She jolted at the sensation, the Popsicle still frozen with flecks of frost on it. But it melted at the contact with her skin, leaving a pink mark as I trailed it from one breast to the other, loving the way Chloe wiggled and writhed — both seeking the touch and running from it.

She didn’t speak. She couldn’t — not with her mouth open and waiting, pink tongue spread flat and ready.

Slowly, the Popsicle skated up and across her collarbone, along the slope of her neck, until I ran it along her bottom lip, the top of it grazing her tongue.

“I’m not going to teach you how to suck any man’s cock,” I told her. “I’m going to teach you specifically how to suck mine.”

Her breathing intensified, puffs of warm air defrosting the Popsicle where I held it before her.

“Because — and let me make this crystal clear — while I am fucking you, you are only mine to fuck. And I am only yours. Understand?”

She nodded, eager and impatient.

“First, I want you to tease me,” I said. “Wrap those perfect lips around the tip and taste.”

Chloe bent forward enough to capture the tip of the Popsicle, and my nostrils flared when she closed her mouth around it. I could tell she was swirling her tongue, and my cock jumped at the need to switch places.

“Good,” I told her. “Now slide a little deeper, and suck.”

I could see the tentativeness in her expression as she withdrew, lips to tip, and then dove a little deeper. Her cheeks hollowed out and a sucking, popping noise filled the kitchen.

I groaned.

“Fuck, yes, Chloe. Just like that.”

She preened when I said her name, rolling her tongue around the maybe inch and a half she’d made wet before she closed her mouth and sucked again.

“Now, you’re going to make it real wet and sloppy,” I told her. “Spit on it, and take it deeper.”

Chloe swallowed, her eyebrows folding together before she withdrew from the Popsicle and stared at it like a challenge. She closed her mouth and swirled saliva, and then she spit, coating the Popsicle before she wrapped it up in her mouth again.

This time, she slid it in about halfway and gagged.

“Sorry,” she said, pulling off and hanging her head.

“Eyes up here.”

Her gaze snapped to mine.

“Do not apologize,” I warned. “I will only tell you once.”

I teased her lips with the Popsicle as she stared up at me, shame and the remnants of her orgasm still staining her cheeks.

“I’ll show you how to use your hands for what your mouth can’t fit,” I explained. And then I lowered just half a foot, staring down at her as I forced the Popsicle into her mouth. She let me in, licking and sucking and keeping her eyes on me. “Besides, I fucking love when you gag.”

She whimpered, the sound vibrating through the Popsicle all the way to my hand.

And that was it.

I’d had enough of using a fucking prop.

I pulled the Popsicle away, savoring the sucking noise she made when it released from her lips. I didn’t even look as I tossed it into the sink. I would deal with that later.

Right now, my only mission was to hear her make that gagging noise with my cock halfway down her throat.

“Lick your lips clean,” I told her, and I watched her do so slowly as I plucked the button free on my jeans and slid the zipper down. I stood right in front of her as I maneuvered the denim down my thighs and let it fall at my ankles.

These jeans were custom made for me — had to be, because hockey had carved my ass and thighs into fucking massive heaps of stone.

When they pooled at my feet, I left them there.

And Chloe gaped when she realized there wasn’t another layer separating us.

I fisted my erection, stifling a groan at the first bit of contact. I was so worked up after her riding my face and that little Popsicle lesson that I felt like I could pump five times and blow. Part of me wanted to. I wondered what she’d look like with a shiny pearl necklace, her doe eyes all wide and innocent as I painted her.

But she wanted to learn.

And I’d be a lying sonofabitch if I said I didn’t get off at the thought of being her first, of being the one to teach her.

“Show me you know what to do,” I said, releasing myself.

Chloe’s hand shook a bit as she reached out, her palm warm when it wrapped around my base. I sucked in a breath when she touched me, my cock jumping against her touch, and then her eyes were fixed on me.

She leaned forward, pressing my crown against her tongue.

My eyes rolled all the way back.

“Yes,” I breathed, fisting one hand in her hair. I wrapped it around the hair tie struggling to hold back her locks and cradled her skull so I could guide her if needed. “I love when you taste my cock.”

She moaned, wrapping her lips around me and sliding down an inch. That vibration, the coolness of her tongue from the Popsicle, the eagerness with which she took me… it was enough to have me all the way fucked up in just the first sixty seconds of this blowjob.

Just like I’d taught her, Chloe swirled her tongue, tasting and teasing with her eyes on me. When she pulled back and dove a little deeper, she sucked, her cheeks going hollow, and the pressure made me groan and fist her hair tighter.

“Such a quick learner,” I breathed. “Such a good fucking girl.”

That egged her on, and she pulled back, looking at my cock only long enough to spit on it before she was tasting and sucking and diving deeper.

Her brown eyes held mine until she gagged, her eyelids fluttering shut without her control, and she pulled back with those eyes watering and her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

“God, yes,” I praised, thumbing her jaw. “Do that again.”

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“Hold it,” I begged, using my fist in her hair to show her what I meant.

I only held her there for two seconds before I released and let her pull back.

“That is so fucking hot, Chloe,” I told her, and I nearly forgot my own fucking rule as I bent and gripped her chin, pulling her mouth close to mine.

I wanted to reward her with a kiss.

For a long moment, I debated it, my eyes on her swollen mouth as she panted and waited.

But I released her, standing again and wrapping a hand around my cock to guide it back to her mouth.

“Now, you’re going to make it wet again,” I said. “Spit on it, gag on it, and then use your hands to coat my cock with your saliva.”

She nodded, though she seemed unsure, but she did exactly what I asked. I moaned when she sucked and swirled, cursing at the gag, and when her warm hands wrapped around me and covered me in her spit, I let my head fall back, eyes on the ceiling.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, dragging my heavy gaze back down to her. I ran my hands into her hair, holding on with both of them to show her what to do. “One hand at the base, the other on top of it,” I said. “Cover the rest with your mouth.”

She covered me completely when she followed those directions, and for a moment, I just savored the sight of her bent over and taking me, her ass a perfect heart shape from this angle, her hair a mess in my hands.

“Now,” I said, covering her hands with my own. “Twist your hands and pump them up and down, working them with your mouth. Like this.”

I illustrated for her, twisting her hands in opposite directions and pushing them up toward her mouth until she nearly released my tip. Then, I’d drag them back down, and her mouth followed, sucking me in as deep as she could.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “You suck that cock so well, don’t you? I knew you’d be good at it. I knew you’d love it.”

I released my grip, hands finding her hair again, but I held on lightly, letting her be in full control.

“Now, look at me.”

Her eyes were glossy when they met mine.

“Make me come, and swallow it when you do.”

She bit her lip, her gaze sliding to my cock long enough to watch her hands work me and fit her mouth to just the right spot. Then, with her gaze locked on me once more — she went to work.

Her hands twisted and slid against my shaft. Her tongue swirled, tasted, and flicked. Her lips closed around me, and she sucked like she wanted to drain me.

She was about to.

“Firmer grip,” I managed to croak out as my orgasm burned at the edges of my vision. I felt the beginning of it, the numbness, the all-consuming need to take over. I wanted to grab onto her hair and slam my cock right into her throat, but I wouldn’t. I never would. I wanted her to have control. I wanted to let her get me there in the slow, torturous way she was.

With a moan and more gusto than I expected from her first time, Chloe sucked and licked and worked me with her hands like an A-plus student. She gagged and held me there before working me faster, and I groaned and shuddered and chased that heat teasing all my senses.

And then, the woman released me, working me with her hands like a goddamn pro as her lips dripped and her eyes pleaded.

“Come in my mouth, Will,” she breathed. “Show me I did a good job.”

“Fuck,” I ground out, and she covered my cock with her mouth just in time for me to give her what she’d asked for.

I hadn’t expected those words. It was me doing the dirty talking. It was me teaching the fucking lesson. But hearing her beg for it, knowing she wanted my release just as badly as I’d needed to give her hers… it unleashed something carnal inside me.

It surprised her when I came. I knew, because her eyes shot wide and for a moment, I thought she was going to pull off me. But she kept pace, kept her hands and mouth working as I cursed and panted and groaned out every wave of my release.

My hands gripped in her hair — not controlling, but holding on to keep from spiraling off the fucking planet.

She was so goddamn beautiful it hurt.

And I knew nothing would ever compare to this. Nothing ever had before, nothing ever would after.

I was shaking and sweating by the time my orgasm subsided, and I reached back for the island to hold onto with one hand and keep myself steady as Chloe’s eyes looked up to me, unsure of what to do next.

Without me saying so, she gently let me go, licking me clean on the way.

Her hands hit her thighs, leaving wet, slippery handprints.

And she swallowed.

“You filthy, naughty, perfect little thing,” I mused, wiping her bottom lip with my thumb as I shook my head.

She smiled against my touch, her gaze now alight with excitement and glee. “I did it!”

A laugh burst from my lips — well, as much of a laugh as I ever let free, anyway — and I reached down, gently helping her stand.

I tucked her hair that had fallen from her hair tie behind one ear, swallowing as I took in the sight of her freshly fucked mouth, the pink marks still lining her breasts where I’d dragged the Popsicle across her skin.

“You did, indeed,” I murmured. “Now let me get you cleaned up.”

It wasn’t a request. I could tell by her reaction to every word and demand that she’d enjoyed our play time, but I was also aware that her experience was practically nothing. I wanted to make sure she felt okay, that she knew I respected her and adored her.

Shit.

I swallowed as that last thought found me, ignoring it somewhat as I tugged Chloe back to my bedroom.

I didn’t miss how she looked around while I ran the shower. She’d never been in there before.

No woman ever had.

Without a word, I helped her step under the warm stream of water, and then I stepped in behind her. The rain shower covered us from above, and Chloe sighed, letting her head fall back as she savored every drop.

“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching for my shower gel. I hoped she wouldn’t mind that it wasn’t a feminine scent. I lathered some in my hands and waited for her response.

“I’m fucking incredible,” she said, smiling at me and wiping the water from her eyes.

I smirked. “I’ll say.”

I waggled my brows as she laughed, and then I began to gently massage her, working the lathered foam over her shoulders, across her breasts, over her stomach and hips and thighs. I didn’t sexualize her while I did. I cleaned her, caressed her, soaking up the sated moans she let free and the soft smile on her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and when I caught her gaze, there was true appreciation there.

“I think I should be thanking you.”

“No, I mean it,” she said, frowning a bit as she looked at my chest. “I never knew it could be like this. I always thought…” She shook her head. “You make me feel powerful. Sexy,” she added, her gaze finding mine. “Wanted.”

My throat was tight as I rinsed my hands and then her.

How the fuck had she not always felt that way?

“What happened,” I asked. “The first time you…”

She snorted. “Oh, God. Do you remember the little comment I made that time we were watching Jeopardy, about my head hanging off the bed?”

My jaw clenched.

I’d thought that was a joke.

Chloe shook her head. “It was awful, Will.”

Why did I love it so much when she said my name like that, like we were old friends, like we were lovers?

That very thought struck a violent chord inside me that made me regret asking.

I wanted to know more about her, and yet I knew it was dangerous to know anything at all.

I’d had a friend with benefits before.

She turned into my wife, the mother of my child, and then she died.

The thought was sobering just as much as Chloe’s story. She washed her hair and chattered away, telling me about the first, and only, man she’d been with. It was some stupid college boy who’d lasted all of six seconds. He obviously hadn’t even thought about her pleasure, let alone acted on it.

I listened, but I’d be lying if I said my mind hadn’t gone elsewhere.

Mostly to the place it always went when I needed protection.

“I’m sorry,” I said when she finished. I reached around her to turn off the water.

“Don’t be,” she assured me. “It made my life less complicated, to have that as my first experience.”

She stepped out and grabbed one of the towels I’d hung for us, wrapping herself in it.

“It set realistic expectations. It proved to me what my mother and grandmother had always wanted me to know.”

“And what’s that?”

She shrugged, a sad smile on her lips as she glanced at me over her shoulder.

“That love isn’t real, and men can only give so much. In the end, I have to take care of myself.”

My heart cracked.

I wanted to tell her she was wrong.

I wanted to tell her that I would take care of her. That I would make her feel good, make her feel wanted, make her feel… loved.

But I couldn’t.

Because here I was, serving as yet another layer of proof to back up her theory.

I held Chloe’s gaze, and I swore she was waiting for me to say something, too. I willed my mouth to open.

But I couldn’t lie to her.

Apparently, it was much easier to lie to myself.

“I’m going to make some food,” she said, tearing her gaze from me. “Want any?”

“No, thank you. I’ll heat up the leftovers Arushi left later.”

Chloe nodded, and I tried to ignore the disappointment I saw in her, the disappointment I felt in my chest.

“Well, then,” she said, spinning and throwing me a seemingly unbothered smile. “See you around, coach.”

She saluted with a wink.

And then she was gone.