She moans, and the sound vibrates through my body. I keep going—deeper, harder, faster—and she doesn’t seem to mind one bit. She strokes the shaft and cups my balls. The sensation is way more intense than I ever remember it being, although it’s been a lot of years since I had a blow job, so my memories are vague at best.
I’m getting close to coming, faster than usual. One of the perks of having nearly lost half my dick is that I can go for a long time thanks to some loss of sensation. But right now, watching Lily’s mouth makes everything hypersensitive.
“Lily, baby, I’m gonna come soon.” I figure I should warn her so she can make a decision about where she wants that to happen.
Her gaze flips up to mine, and she takes me deeper, sucking harder. I can’t take it anymore. The orgasm checks me to the boards. I shudder violently with the sensation. Lily swallows, God bless her, which makes it even better.
When I’m finally done, she slowly eases off. The cold air is a shock. Lily runs a gentle finger across my cock. She must be touching the scar, because the sensation is muted.
She giggles.
“What’s funny?”
She rests her head on my hip. “Did you know when you’re soft your scar looks like a frown, but when you’re hard it’s a smile?”
“What?”
“The scar makes your cock look happy when it’s hard.”
I bark out a laugh.
She crawls up my body and kisses me on the cheek. “Thanks for letting me do that.”
“You’re thanking me for letting you blow my fucked-up dick?”
“It’s not fucked up.”
“It sure isn’t pretty.”
Lily cocks her head to the side. “Says who? It makes you super badass.”
“You think?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” She circles my nipple with her fingertip. “That must have been so painful.”
“It was.”
“You don’t have to talk about it.”
“It’s fine. It’s an old hockey injury. We were kids messing around on the lake. I got into it with a guy a couple years older than me. I wasn’t wearing a cup, and, well, I almost had my dick decapitated.”
“That must’ve been awful. How old were you?”
“Eleven.”
“Oh, God. That would be traumatizing.”
“I was pretty scared I was going to end up with half a dick.”
She snorts. “Your half is most people’s average.”
“I’m glad I have all of it.”
I run a hand up and down her spine, thinking about how things went down after the accident. “Surgery was brutal. My mom stayed at the hospital the entire time ’cause my dad was away. He only came to see me once, and he freaked out. He was less worried about my feelings about the injury and more concerned about how it was going to impact my ability to play hockey. When I got out of the hospital, my dad had moved out.”
Lily lifts her head from my chest, her disgust almost soothing. “What?”
“It wasn’t because of what happened.” I look up at the ceiling. I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but I want to. “He had a hard time not putting his dick where it didn’t belong when he was away. I think my mom had had enough. My accident was a good reason to finally put an end to it.”
“I’m so sorry. That must have been tough.”
“He was away a lot, so I didn’t see much of him, anyway. Things were a lot less stressful once he was out of the picture.” I put my arm around Lily and roll her over so she’s under me. I don’t know how this conversation got so serious, or why I feel compelled to tell her all this personal shit. It’s not something I usually do, but then, blow jobs are also unusual. “We’re supposed to be having fun, aren’t we?”
“I thought we were having fun.” She runs her fingers through my hair.
“We should have more.” I cover her mouth with mine. Then I make her come with my mouth before I get inside her like I’ve wanted to for the past two weeks. Usually I keep my eyes on hers when I come, but this time I have to bury my face against her neck. It’s just too much.
***
The next day I hijack her from Waters’ house and take her back to my place. We spend the entire day screwing our brains out. Lily blows me in the shower and again in the living room while I’m trying to watch sports highlights. I feel like I’m making up for all the missed years of BJs in one week.
I don’t get to keep her the entire time she’s here, which sucks, but the time we do have is awesome—and we’re not always naked. Although, we are naked a lot. Two days before I’m scheduled to leave for the next away game, I get a message from Miller saying Waters booked ice time, and we need to get our asses in gear. And to bring Lily along.
We’re in bed. Lily’s lounging on my chest, flipping aimlessly through channels. She’s naked. As is my preference.
“You brought skates with you to Chicago, right?” I ask, skimming the contour of her hip. The thought of her in one of her skating outfits makes me instantly hard. I tent the sheets.
Lily pulls the covers off my dick, and he springs free, sticking straight up. Well, mostly straight. I’ve got a curve from the scar.