Power Play: A Second Chance Hockey Romance (Sinners on the Ice)
Power Play: A Second Chance Hockey Romance: Chapter 37

Now, February

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I murmur. My mouth is an inch away from Layla’s. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me down to her. Our lips connect in a slow, passionate kiss. The darkness in our bedroom swallows us both. The only source of light is yet another scented candle lit on the nightstand. It smells like vanilla and strawberries, so sweet and so intoxicating, making me dizzy.

Or maybe it’s just Layla and her effect on me.

The feeling of her lips on mine is exhilarating. Our kiss grows hotter and more urgent. There’s no holding back, just raw and animalistic desire. I push my tongue inside her mouth, searing her open. Our tongues curl and dance around each other.

It doesn’t take long before she moans in my mouth. “Dammit, Layla,” I whisper and move away from her. We stare at each other, both breathing heavily. “Our Princess is sleeping next door. What if she wakes up?”

“I’ll be quiet,” Layla says sweetly. Her hands are roaming over my shoulders and down my back.

“The problem here is that I want to hear you scream my name. Especially as it’s our second Valentine’s Day as a couple.”

“I want you,” she insists in a breathy whisper. “I want your cock so bad.”

I watch her intently, an idea flashing in my head and my lips curving in a smile. If I want to make this night special, there are other ways to do that. More creative actually.

“We’re trying something new tonight.” I push myself up, her hands dropping off my body. As I stand up from the bed, I go to the walk-in closet, grab her box with toys, and quickly replace the one I’m looking for. This little silicone friend is exactly what I need for our celebration…and a bit of lube.

“Clay?” Layla props herself up on her elbows, her eyebrow cocked in question as she watches me return to the bedroom.

I toss her pink dildo on the covers, along with lube, and climb on the bed beside her. “Lie in the middle of the bed,” I order her.

Layla glances at what I brought, then at me, and without a question, does as I tell her. “Good girl,” I praise her as I grab the pillow and put it under her ass.

Positioning myself between her legs, I suck her clit into my mouth. A soft moan escapes her lips, making me smile. I lick and suck, switching between the two before I slide one finger inside her. She’s so wet for me already, I love it.

I lap my tongue over her clit, adding another finger inside her. Layla arches her back, grabbing the sheets in her fists. “You’re so good, Clay. Please don’t stop.”

“We’re only starting, Mama.” I goad her, popping my fingers out of her pussy. A groan of frustration echoes in the room, though it quickly dies as I slip one of my fingers coated in her arousal inside her ass. She clamps around my finger, her whole body tensing. “Relax, baby,” I coo. Curling my tongue around her clit, I start working on her ass. In and out, not going too deep, letting her adjust.

When I finally add my second finger and don’t feel the same resistance as before, I grab the lube from the covers, quickly cover two of my fingers with it, and then slide them inside her ass little by little.

“Oh my God,” she moans. I start fucking her with my fingers, while my tongue and lips are glued to her clit. “Clay, I want your cock…”

I smirk to myself, slowly removing my fingers and sitting up. “Turn around, baby.”

Layla turns around and adjusts the pillow, making sure her ass is in the air.

“Do you want my cock in your pussy or in your ass?” I ask.

“In my pussy,” she replies, as I plant my hand on her ass, smacking her lightly. “Oh God, yes.”

I reach for her dildo, cover it with lube and inch by inch push it inside her. There’s no rush, just calculated and careful movements. The last thing I want is to hurt her. All I want her to feel is pleasure.

“You’re taking this dick so fucking well, baby,” I whisper, praising her. “Your ass was made for this. Fuck, if only you saw how hot it looks.”

Aligning myself with her entrance, I push the tip of my dick into her pussy. I don’t intend to go deep, but with how wet she is, I slip inside her to the hilt. Layla gasps and hides her face in another pillow.

I groan, grabbing her hips with both of my hands. Moving slowly at first, I start going faster and deeper. The dildo in her ass moves with each thrust. Waves of heat spread through my veins as Layla starts rocking her hips back and forth, matching my thrusts faster and faster.

She slides a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. “Yes…Just like that…Oh my God, Clay…”

“Look at you, Layla. Taking two dicks at the same time, having both of your holes filled. Fuck, you’re good,” I praise her, feeling her pussy clenching around me. Her body starts shaking, her moans becoming louder. She’s coming in hot, her orgasm hitting her.

I start going deeper. My grip on her ass becomes harder, my breathing is fast and erratic. Sweat is sliding down my temple, my skin is hot and buzzing.

“I’m coming, Clay…fuck…even my ass, oh…Clay.” Her words spill out of her mouth, as my orgasm finally overtakes me. With a guttural groan, I come too, slamming inside her in full force.

When her body stops quivering, and I feel like I’m empty, I move away. Slowly, I remove the dildo from her ass and toss it aside. Layla turns around, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I slump on the bed beside her, and our eyes instantly meet.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I say jokingly.

“I think it was the best Valentine’s Day gift I ever received.”

I slide my hand under her back and pull her to me, making her straddle my legs. Our mouths collide, the kiss feverish and passionate from the start. When my lips feel numb, I rear back slightly.

“Thank you.” Layla cups my face between her palms, then moves her lips, kissing my jaw, then down my neck. She pinches my nipple between her fingers, and I hiss. “Is it bad that I want round two?”

I chuckle. “Never.”

“Great.” She hoists herself up, wraps her hand around my shaft, and slowly lowers herself on it, taking me fully.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking perfect around me,” I tell her. “And I love it when you do what you want. When you’re in charge is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Does it mean”—she rolls her hips deep, and I shut my eyes—“you don’t mind when I’m telling you what to do?”

“I love it.”

“Then I’ll need to work harder…to meet your expectations…” Layla teases, riding me slowly. Her full tits bouncing in my face, making my mouth water.

I grip her ass hard, digging my nails in her skin, and then I slap her.

“Oh, please, do it again,” she moans.

“You’re kinda provoking me, baby,” I tell her, still doing as she asked me to do. A light slap rings in the air.

“What if that’s exactly what I want?”

Layla leans away to look me in the eyes. She sensually moves her hips in rounds, both of her hands on my chest. It’s good…fuck, I’m seeing stars.

I place my hand on the back of her neck and pull her face to me. We stare at each other for one second, and then I press my mouth to hers.

“Then that’s what you get, Layla,” I say against her lips.

Turning us around, I cage her between my body and the sheets. Her legs wrap around my hips as I fuck her deep and slow. Our lips move in a perfect sync.

Everything with her is better than I could’ve imagined. Even the things I had experience with.

Nothing I did in the past matters. No one matters.

There’s just this woman, her pussy, and I’m a fucking goner.

She’s my Queen, and I’ll never stop worshiping her.