Power Play: A Second Chance Hockey Romance (Sinners on the Ice)
Power Play: A Second Chance Hockey Romance: Chapter 34

Now, November

“So that’s what you were watching instead of the game?” Clay asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Just a few moments ago, you didn’t protest about my love for Gossip Girl.” I turn off the TV, put out the scented candle, and quickly collect the wineglass and the half-full bottle from the table. “You had your chance to criticize it, now⁠—”

“Did you forget that I watched it with you at least two times from start to finish?” The laughter in his voice sets the butterflies in my stomach free. I bite the inside of my cheek, keeping myself in check. “I think season three and six are my favorites.”

“Why?” I head to the kitchen and put the empty glass into the sink and the bottle on the kitchen table. I’ll deal with them tomorrow before Maya gets home. Tonight, I want to enjoy my time with Clay. No matter what we end up doing.

“Because of Blair and Chuck and their relationship,” Clay replies once I return to the living room. “I know they’re your favorites, and they’re mine too.”

I come closer and wrap my arms around his shoulders. We are both still a little wet from all the rain, but my body feels warm, and my heart beats steadily. I feel at peace and relaxed—but I hope that’s about to change because I really did miss him. Him and his dick. And everything he can do with it.

What can I do if he’s got a gentle heart and a big, fat cock? At the end of the day, I’m only human.

“What are we going to do?” I move my hand up to the nape of his neck and pull his face to me. “We have the whole house to ourselves. Maya is staying with Drake and Angie tonight.”

He studies me silently, a fire flickering behind his eyes. “Did you really not expect me to show up tonight? Because Maya’s absence kinda speaks for itself.”

“Let me think about that.” I lean back, and his arms go to my waist, not letting me more than a few inches away from him. “My plans for tonight actually included watching Gossip Girl till I fell asleep, drinking wine to dull the pain of my broken heart and also not letting Maya see me looking and feeling like shit.”

“Well, unfortunately, the Gossip Girl marathon needs to be put on pause. Wine for a broken heart? Unnecessary because your heart isn’t broken. It’ll be healed and mended by someone who loves you more than anything in the world.” In one swift motion, he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder, his hand landing on my ass with a slap. “And if you ever say you look like shit again, I’ll punish you.”

“Can I have a preview for future reference?”

Another slap on my ass rings in the air, and the loudest moan replaces its way out of my mouth. “I’ll give you more than just a preview. You’re getting a front-row seat and a part in my show.”

He opens the door to my bedroom and carries me inside. After setting me down on my bed, he slowly steps back. Our eyes meet, and I’m grateful he left the door half open. The light from the hallway falls on his face, making his features narrower and more beautiful. This man is the epitome of perfection, and I have no idea how I could’ve stayed away from him for so long.

It’s a fucking crime, Layla. Jail time in the prison of human mistakes and remorse for you.

“Where do you keep your toys?” Clay tilts his head, a devilish smirk lighting up his face.

“Definitely not anywhere Maya can easily replace them.”

“Okay.” He turns around and takes a step toward my wardrobe. “Here?”

I sit cross-legged, clearly enjoying the game he’s playing. “Cold,” I tell him.

Clay glances at me over his shoulder, then saunters to my nightstand.

“Colder.”

He smirks, wheeling around and heading to the walk-in closet. “Warmer!” I yell after him. Clay stops at the rows of dresses, skirts, and cardigans. “Colder.”

Another step, but in the opposite direction, and this time I say again, “Warmer.”

Clay looks around and then stands up on his tiptoes, reaching for a box.

“Hot…burning!” I say.

Then he’s standing by my bed with the box perched beside me. “Let’s see what you have here.” I hold my breath, watching him open the box. Then he whistles. “Wow.”

“I’ve been lonely.” I try to justify my stash. “You’re not the only one who didn’t sleep with anyone for quite some time.”

“Where is this need to explain yourself coming from?” Clay pulls out two toys and closes the lid of the box. “I’m just amazed at the variety. There are so many things I want to use on you, or watch you use…damn, baby, you aren’t ready.”

“I think I am,” I counter, challenging him with a defiant smile.

“Take your clothes off. I need you on this bed naked in five…four…”

Oh my God, he’s not kidding, is he?

“Three…two…”

I take off my jeans and my sweatshirt.

“One and a half…one…zero.”

My bra is the last piece that falls to the ground.

Putting my hands on my knees, I stare at him, holding his gaze. My chest heaves, my nipples puckering. Clay holds out my dildo, and I take it. He veers right, takes my chair, and sets it in the middle of the room. As he sits down, he pulls his hoodie over his head and throws it to the floor. His elbows rest on the armrests.

“Be a good girl for me, Mama, and show me how you fuck yourself.”

I don’t ask questions, don’t tell him that I want him to touch himself too, so I can watch. No. I do as he tells me because I am a good girl. His good girl, and I don’t want to disobey him.

Not tonight, at least.

Moving back on my bed, I settle into the middle of it and lie down, using my pillows to support my back. I spread my legs, showing him my wet pussy. Clay leans forward, his gaze trained on my cunt. I suck the tip of my dildo into my mouth and then slowly push it inside me. With how dripping wet I am, it slides inside without any resistance.

My eyes close from the pleasure. I fuck myself steadily and rhythmically, moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. My moans and erratic breaths fill the space, and even though I keep my eyes closed, I know he’s watching me. His heated gaze is setting my skin on fire as it devours me.

“Look at me, Layla.” His command is husky.

I open my eyes and prop myself on my elbow. My other hand still moves relentlessly, pushing the dildo inside me. Again and again. Clay is no longer in his jeans, or in his tee. Hell, he’s not even sitting anymore. He stands by my bed, his gaze transfixed on my pussy as his hand moves up and down his shaft.

“So close to your orgasm already,” Clay comments, bending down and flicking my nipple with his fingers.

I nod, unable to say a word.

“Fuck yourself harder,” he commands, climbing onto my bed. Hovering over me, his eyes roam over my body and up to my face. He angles his cock and says, “I want to fuck your throat.”

I don’t answer. I turn my head to him and open my mouth. His dick slides inside, and he starts moving his hips. I fuck myself faster; my vision becomes hazy. Clay reaches for my nipple and pulls hard. I whimper, sucking harder on the head of his cock. A groan slips out of his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, please…” he begs. “Do that again, baby. I’m gonna come in no time.”

He fucks my throat, going so deep I gag. My hand starts moving lazily; my orgasm is fading away. I’m too focused on making him feel good. But that’s not what Clay wants.

His hand covers mine, and he starts pumping my toy into my pussy. I suck his dick, swirling my tongue around his head and sliding it to the base of his cock. He trembles—his release is going to be explosive. Just like mine. I move my hips in time to his movements.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna come so hard.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m going to fucking paint your throat with my cum.”

A few more pumps, a few more thrusts, and we both explode, coming hot and strong. His cum hits the back of my throat; some stays on my tongue. He grabs my chin with his hand, forcing me to look at him.

“Show me,” Clay demands. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. His cum is still visible. “Now swallow it.”

As slowly as possible, I swallow his cum. My body is still trembling after the orgasm I had.

“What next?” I ask when he climbs farther onto my bed, his hand resting possessively on my tits.

“I need a little break,” he murmurs, and I pout in disappointment. “I’m hungry, Layla, and only you can help me.”

I sit up and look down at Clay. “You want something to eat? I can go cook⁠—”

Both of his hands are on my waist, and he hauls me into him until I’m straddling his legs. He lowers himself onto my pillows and says, “Grab this headboard and sit on my face.”

My mouth falls open as I gape at him in surprise. He surely doesn’t think he can breathe with all my weight on his face, does he? He’s going to die if I do that.

“Clay, no. We aren’t doing that.” I shake my head. “We can⁠—”

The words die in my throat when his hand wraps around my neck. His grip is strong, but it turns me on more. “You’re going to sit on my face, Layla, so better do as I tell you.”

“But what if you can’t breathe?”

He squeezes my neck harder; my vision starts to blur. “I can handle you,” he murmurs and lets go of my neck.

I hesitate, still indecisive. Then I move up, grab the headboard, and hoist myself above him. The moment he sucks my clit into his mouth, I know I’m done. Admitting to myself that I’d do absolutely anything for this man, without any limitations, I start riding his face.

The only thing I want is to please him…and also come too.

A few more times if possible.

We sit in the bathtub; my back is pressed to his chest. We both need a break from our crazed sexcapade. It’s been intense, orgasmic, and over-the-moon mind-blowing. My skin is still vibrating from his hands on it.

“I still owe you an explanation…about Eli,” I say quietly.

“You don’t. I thought about it, and decided that I don’t want to know. It’s your past, and I want us to focus on our future. So tell me this: when are we going to tell our friends and Drake that we’re together?” he asks me, his hands moving gently as he washes my hair. Each brush of his fingers is an unspoken promise of care filled with tenderness. The cotton candy scent of my shampoo wafts in the air.

I sigh, my eyelids closing from the pleasure his caress is giving me. “You’re forgetting something,” I murmur. “Telling our friends and Drake is the easiest part, even though I didn’t think that before. All I need to do is own my shit and admit that I’ve made a ton of mistakes since our breakup, but you still love me, and I absolutely love you back.”

“Then…what am I forgetting?” His fingers massage my scalp, washing away the shampoo. How can he expect me to hold a decent conversation right now? First, orgasms that made my body sing. Now this aftercare, with him helping me wash my hair. The guy is a perfect gentleman…and he’s mine.

“Maya.” I say my daughter’s name in a soft voice. Clay stops his caress, wraps his arms around my waist, and, not without some difficulty, turns me around. We’re face-to-face as he pulls me to him. My legs wrap around his torso, and a little water spills onto the bathroom floor. “She likes you, but it’s been just me and her for as long as she can remember. We’ll need to slowly introduce our relationship to her, and only after that will I be okay with everyone else knowing.” I hold his gaze, waiting for his answer.

“Okay.” Clay nods, pressing me even closer to his chest. “Maya should be the first to know, I agree.” He leans into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe with his lips. “But that means we’ve got to be very creative when it comes to being intimate.” His hand slips between us, and he cups my pussy with his palm. “You have something that belongs to me, and I don’t plan to stay away from what’s mine. Not even for a few days.”

Clay guides his cock inside my pussy, and my head lolls back. A moan slips out of my mouth as he starts slowly guiding me to move my hips. He made me come six times in less than two hours, and it doesn’t feel like either of us has had enough.

“Not even when you’re away for games?” I’m breathless, but I still manage to ask the question. It’s an innocent little jab, just to tease him.

“FaceTime. Your little pink vibrator in your pussy will give me everything I need when I’m away.”

I rear back, looking down at him. His lips break into a smile as he stares back at me, still fucking me slowly. “You have everything figured out, don’t you?”

“With you? It’s been a solid plan for years. I’ve been waiting for you to come back around.”

“So glad I did,” I whisper when he pinches my nipple between his fingers.

“So glad you did,” Clay says and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

Damn him and his fucking tongue.

I’m going to come again…and it’s not even midnight yet.