Break My Heart: An Enemies-to-Lovers Coach’s Daughter Sports Romance (Western Wildcats Hockey)
Break My Heart: Chapter 28

I blink.

It’s tempting to rub my eyes until the image of Ava dissolves, because there’s no damn way she’s standing in my room, staring at me in shock.

After I jacked off.

Online.

Fuck.

That thought spurs me into action as I roll to the edge of the mattress before ending the live feed and slamming the laptop shut.

Unsure what to say, I blurt, “What are you doing here?”

“I… needed to see you.”

Before I can come up with anything else to say, she swallows up the distance between us and reaches out to run her finger through the jizz on my stomach.

My breath catches as she brings the digit to her mouth and sucks it.

Holy crap.

Her eyelids drift closed. “You taste just as good as I remember.”

That throaty comment is all it takes for my cock to stir back to life.

She drops her backpack to the floor before unzipping her jacket and sliding the thick material from her shoulders. Then she toes off her shoes before climbing onto the mattress and crawling up my body until she’s hovering over my groin. With her gaze pinned to mine, she laps up the sticky fluid. The velvety softness of her tongue slides over my lower abdomen until she’s cleaned up the mess I made.

Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.

Until she kisses the tip of my dick and draws the hardening length between her pouty lips.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and a groan rumbles up from deep within my chest.

Fuck, her mouth is heaven.

She slides down my cock before returning to the tip. I almost grieve when she allows the head to pop free. Until her tongue dances down the length to my balls. She circles one and then the other before drawing it into her mouth.

A garbled sound escapes from me. She releases one with a soft pop before giving the same attention to the other.

It’s official.

Bury me now.

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She licks around my clean-shaven sac before returning to the crown of my cock and drawing it back into the warm haven of her mouth.

If I could live in this moment for the rest of my life, I would.

It’s that fucking amazing.

Unable to stand another second of this torment, I force myself to sit up before wrapping my hands around her ribcage. Once she releases my dick, I drag her up my body until she’s stretched out on top of me.

Her gaze stays fastened to mine. “You didn’t like that?”

“I think we both know I liked it a little too much. When I come again, it’s going to be inside your sweet little cunt.”

My dirty words have her pupils dilating.

And I love that as well.

This girl is so damn perfect.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.

That thought should have alarm bells ringing in my head.

What does it mean that they’re not?

Instead, calmness falls over me as that knowledge settles deep inside my being.

I shove it from my head as I stare into her blue eyes, unwilling to inspect it any closer.

It’s always been my family and hockey, without room for anything else. And it was enough. No one ever came close to touching that.

But that’s no longer the case.

“I think you might be wearing too much clothing.”

“Hmmm. That sounds like a problem. One you should do something about.”

I smirk. “There’s that sassy mouth again.”

“Wouldn’t you agree that a sassy mouth is much better at sucking cock?”

Yup… she’s perfect.

In one smooth movement, I flip our positions. She gasps as I hover over her and take control of the situation. My mouth crashes onto hers. One sweep of my tongue against her lips and she opens so I can plunge inside. All I want to do is devour this girl in one tasty gulp.

But first things first. I need to strip off the clothing that keeps her gorgeous body from me.

My lips trail from her mouth to her chin before I scrape my teeth along the curve of her jaw. As I sink lower, she bares the delicate hollow of her throat. I press a kiss against the pulse that flutters madly like the wings of a hummingbird beneath. When I reach her collarbone, I’m met with the soft fabric of her sweater. I rise to my knees as my fingers grip the hem and drag it up her body and over her head.

It’s a pleasant surprise to replace she’s not wearing anything beneath.

I flick a glance upward. “Where’s your bra?”

“I don’t always wear one.” She glances at her breasts. “I don’t exactly have a lot going on there.”

My attention returns to her chest before my hands settle on the rounded softness, tweaking her nipples until they stiffen right up.

“They’re perfect.”

She arches into my palms as I toy with them.

“You like that, baby girl?”

“I do. They’re sensitive, and I love having them played with.”

I used to think my type was top heavy, like a dime. Turns out that’s not the case. I love that Ava is toned and athletic. She might be petite and delicate looking, but it’s misleading.

Both her mind and body are strong.

And there’s nothing sexier than that.

I tease the tiny buds until she’s writhing beneath me. Only then do I suck one stiff peak between my lips before giving the same attention to the other. As tempting as it is to continue tormenting her, I’m hungry for more. It’s been way too long since I’ve had the taste of this girl on my tongue.

And I’m fucking famished.

I crawl down the length of her body, kissing and licking as I go, until I reach the waistband of her jeans. My gaze settles on hers as I flick open the button and lower the zipper. After tugging the denim down her hips and thighs, I raise one leg and then the other until the thick material is stripped away.

The only thing that bars her from my sight is a flimsy scrap of silky material.

For just a second, I sit back and allow my gaze to rove over her.

She’s gorgeous with her golden hair spread out around her and the tips of her breasts in pouty little points. Her eyelids are lowered to half-mast, and her lips are already swollen from my kisses.

My cock throbs a painful beat as my gaze drops to the pale-pink material. I’m impatient to be inside her. I slip my fingers beneath the fabric before lowering them over the gentle flair of her hips and thighs. I want to stretch this moment out for as long as possible.

The sweet anticipation of it.

As soon as her mound comes into view, I place a chaste kiss against the bared flesh. She shifts, her breath catching in a soft whimper.

My guess is that it’s not enough.

For either of us.

I lower the fabric a little more and repeat the caress. This time, I slip my tongue between her silky lips. Already they’re drenched. I want nothing more than to lick up all that delicious cream.

Every fucking drop.

And then I want to make her sob all over again.

Unable to resist, I tongue the tiny silver hoop.

I wasn’t kidding that night at her apartment when I said her nipples would look good pierced.

I’d have her in a fucking matching set.

And nothing more.

“Hayes, please…” Her voice trails off on a moan.

I glance up and meet her gaze.

There’s nothing I love more than unraveling this girl.

“Please what, baby? What do you need from me? You know I’m happy to give you anything you want.”

I’ve never meant anything more.

Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink color, and her pupils look as if they’ve been blown out. I fucking love that I’m the one who can put that expression on her face.

“Remove the panties. Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I straighten before dragging the scrap of material down her legs and tossing it to the floor so she’s completely bared to my greedy sight.

My guess is that she’s just as needy as I am.

Before I can ask, she spreads her legs wide until her knees hit the mattress, putting her gorgeous pussy on full display. I can’t resist running my thumb over the silky folds that glisten with arousal. It’s enough to make my mouth water.

Have I mentioned how flexible she is?

Fuck me.

I use both thumbs to pull her delicate lips farther apart so I can peek inside. It wasn’t all that long ago that I jerked off. And now I’m ready to go off like a shot again.

It wouldn’t take much.

A pump.

Maybe two.

Especially with that gorgeous view burned into my brain for all eternity.

I haven’t even really touched her clit yet, and it’s already swollen. The silver piece of jewelry glints from where it’s nestled. I can’t help but swipe my thumb over it before rubbing it in soft circles. Her hips jerk, and her spine arches until she’s pressing herself into my touch.

“So fucking greedy, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” A fine tremble weaves its way through her voice.

“Tell me, will just any man’s cock do?”

When she groans, I give her clit a tap. I know exactly how sensitive she is. Especially with the piercing. All I want to do is tease out her pleasure. By the expression on her face, that’s exactly what I’ve done. I fucking love how responsive she is to my touch.

I stroke her clit. “I’m still waiting for an answer.”

“Just yours.”

“Good girl.” When I swat the top of her slit for a second time, another whimper escapes from her. “You like that, don’t you?”

Her teeth scrape across her lower lip as I stroke her sensitive flesh.

She’s even creamier than before.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about the things you crave in bed. I want to give you all of it—everything you like. I’m going to take such good care of that little pussy. She’ll cry every time you think about me.”

Ava squeezes her eyes shut.

And that won’t do.

I slap the top of her slit for a third time. “When I’m playing with your body, I want your eyes pinned to me so you can see the man between your thighs, giving you all this pleasure. When we’re in bed together, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Someone stole your power, and now you’re going to reclaim it. Understand?”

Her eyelids fly open as intensity brews in her blue eyes, and she jerks her head in a tight nod. “Yes.”

“Good.”

I press a finger deep inside her drenched entrance. “Does your pussy need to be eaten?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what it needs.”

I give her a few slow pumps with my finger before withdrawing and lowering my face to her core. By now she’s dripping.

With my gaze fastened to hers, I run the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit, licking up all the cream before circling the piercing with my tongue.

“You’ve made a real mess. All this sticky honey everywhere.”

“It’s your fault. You turn me on and make me that way.”

“Mmm. I like the sound of that.” A growl rumbles up from somewhere deep inside me as I lap her shuddering softness.

When she squirms, I wrap my hands around her inner thighs to hold her in place. This is exactly how I like her. The only thing better would be if she were pinned to the mattress with my cock.

“Please, Hayes… I need more.”

I circle her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue. When her muscles tighten, I realize how close she is to replaceing her release. And I love that too. How easy it is to bring her to the precipice. Instead of allowing her to come, I pull back and leave her hanging.

A garbled protest catches in her throat.

Before she can ask any questions, I flip her over and drag her to the edge of the bed. “On your knees, baby girl.”

She lies there, breathing hard. I slap one firm ass cheek and then the other. The resounding cracks shatter the silence of the room. With a squeak, she scrambles to do my bidding.

I rise to my feet and take up my position behind her. I massage her ass cheeks, tugging and stretching the rounded flesh. My palm settles between her shoulder blades as I press her chest to the mattress until it becomes necessary for her to turn her head so the side of her face rests against the navy comforter.

My gaze flicks to her backside.

“Spread your legs wider. I want to see both of those pretty holes.”

Even though her breath catches, she does exactly as I ask.

She’s so damn beautiful.

And mine.

Whether she understands it or not, this girl now belongs to me.

And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

The tips of my fingers caress her pussy. Even though I lapped up all her cream minutes ago, she’s already soaked again. I continue stroking her flesh, gathering up her arousal before sliding my hand upward until one finger can settle over her tight little rosebud. Her body stills and her breath hitches. I watch her closely while massaging the puckered ring of muscle.

“Do you want me to touch you here?”

“Yes.”

“If there’s something you don’t like, it’s important that you tell me. All right? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Her teeth scrape across her plump lower lip.

I press my face against her pussy and tongue it until her legs are shaking.

My warm breath whispers across her drenched flesh. “There’s no judgment here. I want to give you everything you crave. Everything you need. I can’t do that unless you’re honest with me.”

“I like what you’re doing. It’s been a really long time since anyone played with my body like this, and I miss it. But there’s a part of me that feels bad for enjoying it. Like maybe Nathan saw something depraved in me.”

“He couldn’t possibly have known that. Your sexual preferences are what you enjoy, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You need to let go of your guilt and simply embrace what turns your body on.”

My teeth scrape across the curve of her ass cheek before I press my finger deeper inside her body. Her breathing picks up tempo as I advance and then withdraw, gradually falling into a steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long before her muscles relax around the foreign intrusion.

“Does that feel good, baby girl?”

“It feels amazing,” she says on a breathless sigh.

I fucking hate her coach for what he did to her. The ideas he drilled into her head. The way he made her feel guilty for enjoying the things he introduced her to. It’s so damn twisted.

This girl should be worshipped.

More than that, she deserves every bit of pleasure she craves.

And from now on, I’ll be the one who showers her with it. And I’ll never make her feel bad or guilty for enjoying it.

When I remove my finger, a whimper trembles on her lips. I pull her cheeks apart to inspect her perfect rosebud. She has such a tiny gape.

“You really are gorgeous.”

I massage both cheeks as I lean forward and lick her pretty little back hole.

When the tip of my tongue slips inside, she releases a soft moan, but she doesn’t try to escape the intimacy. Instead, she strains closer.

When her cries turn to sobs, I give her one final lap before rising to my feet. My cock feels more like stone than flesh.

Thank fuck she’s so close to coming because I have no idea how long I’m going to last.

I grab a condom from a drawer in the nightstand and tear the wrapper before sliding it over my hard length. Then I take up position behind her. She hasn’t moved a single muscle. I swat one ass cheek and then the other before fisting my cock and lining it up with her drenched entrance. My finger slips back inside her rosebud as I surge forward and bury myself balls deep. I withdraw and repeat the movement.

I’ve never felt anything better than her tight heat strangling my dick. It’s like coming home to a place I didn’t realize I was missing.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Both my finger and cock fall into the same steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long before her inner muscles contract around my hard length, squeezing the very life out of me. That’s when I lose it, following her over the edge and into the abyss. The way she screams out my name only intensifies my pleasure. Stars dance behind my eyelids, and it’s entirely possible the tip of my cock just blew off.

If that turns out to be the case, this experience will have been entirely worth it.

Zero regrets.

On the last thrust, my muscles loosen, and I collapse along the curve of her body. Our harsh breaths mingle together, becoming one, as I stay wrapped up in her sweet heat.

No matter how amazing the sex I’ve had in the past has been, nothing compares to this.

The kind of intimacy we’ve shared isn’t possible with a one-night stand.

Maybe I wasn’t ready for it before.

But I am now.

With Ava.

As I crash back to earth, my gaze settles on her face, needing to know I’m not the only one who had an out-of-body experience. Instead of the blissed-out expression I was hoping to replace, she stares sightlessly at the far wall. I have no idea what thoughts are tumbling through her head.

And that’s scary.

“Are you okay?” My chest constricts as my muscles tighten, bracing for her response. “Did I hurt you?” My voice dips as uncertainty gnaws at me. “Or do something you didn’t want?”

With a blink, she turns her head just enough to meet my gaze.

And then does the last thing I expect.

She bursts into tears.