“Malia?” Brandon calls, slamming the front door closed.
“In the bedroom, babe!” Malia responds.
“Good.” He mutters, loosening his tie.
“Congratulations.” Malia whispers. “You played amazing.”
“Yeah I fucking played amazing. And we won.” He smiles.
“So you’ll play either the Wild or the Avs next?” She asks.
“Yup. But we’ve got some time off.”
He approaches her, pinning her against the wall of their bedroom.
“Do you have practice tomorrow?” She asks in a whisper.
“No.”

His lips crash against hers and she immediately moans into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip through her lips. He’s normally so loving and gentle, but this is different. He fucking wants her so bad. She’s all he has been able to think about since the game ended. Since he got off the ice.

Her bronze skin. Long legs. Those slightly thicker hips that are so nice for grabbing onto. Her round ass. The tattoos along her ribcage. Perky breasts that fit perfectly in his hands, nipples that beg him to be licked. Her soft hands that know just how to massage every part of him. And I mean every part of him. Her square shoulders that pinch together so beautifully when she’s on her hands and knees. Her long neck and prominent collar bone that love being licked and sucked. Her soft, plump lips that look absolutely gorgeous wrapped around his hard cock. Her piercing blue eyes that always find his, begging him for more. Her thick long blonde hair that seem to eat his fingers when he wraps it around them.

Yeah, Brandon hasn’t stopped thinking about Malia. The other guys wanted to go to a bar to celebrate. Brandon doesn’t need alcohol. Malia’s vanilla scent makes him drunk enough. She’s all he needs to celebrate their win.

His fingers slide under her silk top, pulling it over her head. His eyes are dark with lust, and cause her breath to hitch. He slides her yoga pants over her ass, grabbing each cheek with his rough hands.

He grabs her hands and presses them under his shirt, silently telling her to undress him. She gets the hint and draws his shirt upwards, off his chiseled body. He grabs her wrists and drops her hands to the front of his pants. She makes quick work popping open the button and sliding the zipper down. Her thin fingers slip between his skin and the waistband of his briefs, pushing both his pants and briefs over his hips and releasing his growing cock.

His long fingers wrap around his dick and he guides Malia to her knees. He presses his left hand against the wall behind her and opens her mouth with his right. Her blue eyes look up at him, a mixture of desire and anticipation in them.

His tip pokes at her lips and her tongue darts out, swiping the sensitive underside. He hisses at the feeling and his cock twitches, growing larger. Her sly smile tells him she knows exactly what she’s doing.

He reaches behind her head and snaps the thin band holding her hair in a bun. His fingers thread between her locks and guide her mouth to him. Her lips wrap around his tip and slide slowly down his shaft. He moans at the feeling of being inside her warm, wet mouth, and feels her smile slightly.

Pulling tightly at her hair, her forces her to focus on the work in front of her. He’s rewarded when she takes his cock fully into her mouth. His tip pokes at the back of her mouth and he feels her repress her gag reflex. He knows he’s not easy to suck off, and loves how well she takes him in. It’s like his size hardly even fazes her.

Her lips grasps slightly at his base and draws out, sucking at his sensitive skin. Her name falls from his lips in a whisper and she sucks him back in, teasing him. Her grasps as her hair, warning her. Heading the warning, she picks up the pace slightly, sucking his cock.

Her left hand reaches up and lightly squeezes his boys, causing a shutter to run through his body. She pulls off his dick completely, leaving a trail of spit from his tip to her mouth. Before he can growl at her to resume her work, she lowers her head farther and pulls his left sac between her lips. Her fingers wrap around his shaft and move up and down freely thanks to the residue left from her mouth.

His eyes flutter shut and his head tips backwards, thoroughly enjoying her tongue swirling around. She releases her hold with her mouth and switches to his other sac, giving it the same treatment. His entire body weight is supported by his one hand on the wall, keeping him standing.

His eyes open and he watches as a drop of pre cum leaks from his tip. Her blue eyes watch it too, and meet his silent stare, telling her to take care of it. Her sly smile moves to his tip, and her tongue darts out, scooping up his pre cum like an ice cream cone. Another drop finds its way out and she repeats the process.

“Touch yourself.” He demands with a shallow murmur.

Her free hand reaches between her legs and pushes her panties aside. Her eyes roll back into her head when her finger swipes across her slit, and he can see her wetness spread across her fingers.

His eyebrows twitch, telling her to wipe it along his length. She obeys, and soon his cock is covered in her juices. His hand leaves her hair and grasps her wrist, pulling her fingers to his mouth. His tongue deftly licks at them, tasting her arousal.

His cock twitches at the taste, and he drops her wrist to thread his fingers in her hair again. He forces her mouth to his tip and she opens it, taking him in fully. Her moan tickles him, pulling a sigh of pleasure form his lips.

Her head begins bobbing quickly, knowing all he wants in this moment is to get off. His hand guides her, and his hips begin thrusting in sync with her head. Soft moans of desperation find their way from his throat, fueling her on.

He feels the ball of fire building in his gut and presses both hands against the wall, thrusting his hips even harder. Her finger nails dig into his thighs and she lets him take over, thoroughly fucking her mouth. Her soft mews of pleasure put him over the top and he feels his release burst across her tongue.

He groans loudly, his hips stilling and his body dropping to his elbows against the wall. His vision blurs and his breathing increases. When it finally clears and he’s no longer huffing, he watches as her tongue gently cleans up his mess.

“So good, baby.” He moans. “You’re such a good girl.”
Her blue eyes meet his, and she gives him a dazzling smile.
“Bed now.” He demands, watching her long legs rise from the floor.

She cocks a smile at him over her shoulder, knowing she’s in for a real treat for the rest of the night.

Notes

Requested. Hope you like it!

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to do this one. Somehow it got deleted from my master list and I only realized it yesterday.