Dirty Play (Empire State Hockey Series)

16. Cade

Itried to say no. I really did. I actually stood there for a moment, wondering how I could turn down her invitation without undoing all of the progress we’ve made these last few days. But when I racked my brain for any excuse to walk away, I realized I didn’t have a good reason.

Not. A. Single. Damn. One.

All because I didn’t want to turn her down.

Even the fact that I”m hiding a big secret from her isn’t enough for me to put distance between us. It’s hard to hear her talk about Kennedy finally getting her surgery without telling her I’m the donor. She may be excited for Kennedy, but she’s still nervous because it’s a major surgery on someone she cares about. I also know Gwen cares about me, and I don’t want to worry her any more than she already is.

I just want to spend time with her, with other people or alone—it doesn’t matter to me as long as I’m with this girl.

So here we are, sitting on her couch watching The Proposal, popcorn in hand, as I try to convince myself not to reach over and touch her. She’s sitting too close for me not to think about touching her, even if that is against the rules, which is how we got into this mess in the first place. The only problem is I’m not the best at following rules, even if they are my own.

She’s sitting there, doing her best to keep her eyes on the TV, but I’ve noticed her looking in my direction a couple of times when she’s trying to be sneaky, thinking I’m not paying attention.

At least I’m not the only one stealing glances.

It’s hard not to—I”m in awe of this girl. She makes me feel things I”m not used to, and it’s more than just attraction. When I’m with her, I feel peace. My brain is able to relax and settle down. When I close my eyes, I don’t see the racing thoughts—the things I should’ve done differently—or overthink all of the things I screwed up, and it’s quiet.

Whenever she’s around, I feel happy—happier than I have in years—and she makes me feel like I’m worthy of these good feelings, even if they feel so foreign that it’s almost a little scary.

In the last eleven years, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve felt happy.

Three. Three times.

The day I signed with the NY Cyclones.

The day I moved away from Ivy Falls.

The day I kissed Gwen.

But just because she brings me peace doesn’t mean I bring her the same, so I need to keep reminding myself that although we’ve crossed a line, we can go back to just being friends. Right?

We would probably be able to if I wasn’t constantly thinking about the way her lips felt on mine or the way she tasted, like spiced cherries and vanilla, and how her tight little cunt suffocated my cock while I was buried deep inside of her while she screamed my name. Yeah, all of that makes it really fucking difficult to want to just be her friend. Throw in her mention of how she downloaded a dating app, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about claiming her since I walked away from lunch earlier this evening.

The idea that some other man would get to kiss her, taste her, fuck her?

Yeah, no.

Fuck. That.

It makes me damn near feral just thinking about it, which is why my hands practically burn from not touching her as I sit on this couch.

“I’m going to change really quick,” Gwen says, standing up. “Need anything?”

Yeah, you.

“No, I’m good with just the snacks for now,” I mumble, shoving my mouth full of popcorn before I let my inside thoughts become outside thoughts and tell her to get on her knees. With a shrug, she walks to her bedroom, tempting me in the worst way possible.

You’re no good for her, Cade. Just. Let. Her. Go.

I pause the movie and scroll on my phone for a minute, waiting for her to come back, knowing I need to distract myself from following her into her bedroom. Thankfully the group chat has been blowing up, everyone giving Harris a hard time for skipping out on the last couple of guys’ nights. They typically just consist of beer and food, usually at the bar so we can hang out in the offseason, but we still count on everyone showing up because, honestly, we’re a needy bunch.

Catching up on that was enough to distract me for a while but not long enough to miss her walk out of her room in just an oversized hoodie and tiny spandex shorts, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“You paused the movie?” she asks casually, grabbing a blanket and sitting down, this time even closer to me, snuggling in like this is an everyday occurrence. She’s not actually touching me, but somehow fits perfectly beneath my arm outstretched on the couch. Yeah, she’s being a damn tease on purpose, and her little smirk confirms it.

The lord is testing me today.

“I did,” I grumble as she throws the blanket over both of us and grabs her phone, thankfully giving me a moment to adjust my dick in my sweats. “I think the Betty White part is next, and I figured you didn’t want to miss it.”

“Thanks, it’s my favorite part of the movie and if I had missed Betty White singing ‘Get Low,’ I probably would’ve cried,” she says, her eyes on her phone as she plays around, distracted by whatever she’s looking at.

It isn’t until she scoots closer that I can see what she’s doing, and I’m immediately furious.

She’s swiping on that damn dating app, messaging back and forth with a couple of guys like she’s not sitting here next to me, a man who she’s well aware can make her come.

Multiple times.

“What’re you doing?” I growl as I watch her.

“Oh, just finishing a few conversations from lunch. Mariah was helping me swipe, and I was just checking to see if I matched with anyone else,” she says, looking up from her phone, just staring at me with her big doe eyes like she’s trying to gauge my reaction. Probably trying to figure out how far she can take this, but the truth is I don’t even know what the limit is anymore, and she’s making it really fucking difficult for me to figure out right now.

When I do nothing but stare at her, she smiles wider, and in a quick move she’s turned her body, her head now using my lap as a pillow.

“Wanna help?” She smirks, her legs now on the couch while she shows me her phone with all the dating profiles and messages she’s received already.

My jaw clenches, her close proximity doing nothing to help my stiffening cock, the mention of other men talking to her pushing me. I hate the thought of someone else getting to touch her. It pisses me off.

No, that’s an understatement.

It infuriates me. It makes me wish we had a hockey game coming up, and I could drop gloves—throw a few haymakers at the first person to piss me off. I always give Harris a hard time for being so chirpy on the ice because he spends enough time in the sin bin as it is, but right now I get it. Every time she giggles at a profile or smiles while responding to a message, I feel my blood boil.

She’s fucking teasing me, pushing my buttons, and I can feel myself cracking even if I know this was her plan. I could see the wheels turning in her eyes as she assessed me—like she could taste my indecision and see that my walls were faltering. Instead of helping me hold them up, she’s holding a grenade and tempting me, just waiting to detonate everything around us, bringing them down completely.

And I want to let her.

But I know that if I have her a second time, I’ll be done for. There will be no letting her go.

“What do you think of this one?” she asks, showing me her phone with a shirtless man whose bio is almost as cringy as his picture.

“I think you should block him and delete the app.”

She looks up, her dark hair falling down, but she just smiles as she looks at me through her lashes. “And how would that help me get laid, Mr. Williams?” she purrs, her voice raspy, and I feel another crack forming in my resolve.

When did she become so brash? When did she get so outgoing, going after what she wants? And why is that making her so much more irresistible?

Brushing her hair from her face, I stare down, willing myself to stand up and walk away, to be the bigger man and not give into this dangerous game we’re playing. But the second she goes to look back at her phone, I snatch it from her hand and throw it to the other couch across the room.

“What the—” she starts, but I’m already lifting her by her hips, placing her in my lap as her hands grip my shoulders to steady herself, her eyes already wild.

“Delete. The. Fucking. App,” I growl, my fingers flexing against her, holding her in place.

She watches me, well, more specifically, my mouth, her tongue gliding out to lick her lips, and my cock twitches.

“Give me a reason to,” she counters, her eyes back on my own, her lips just out of reach of my own as we’ve been slowly inching closer and closer.

I can smell the cherry of her ChapStick mixing with the spice from her chai, bringing me back to that night, and I want to taste her. No, we’re past wanting—I need to taste her.

“I… I won’t be strong enough to walk away from you twice, Tink,” I mutter, dropping my forehead to hers.

“Then don’t walk away this time. Just kiss me, make me yours.”

Her plea is the last straw; my walls shatter as my lips crash down on hers. There’s nothing delicate or soft about this kiss, no technique, no finesse, just pure hunger coming out to play.

This is years of me holding myself back from taking her, weeks of knowing the way her body feels wrapped around my own, and still trying to keep her at arm’s length. This is me taking something I’ve known was always meant to be mine, even if I’ll never feel good enough to be hers.

My hands move from her hips, grabbing her ass in these tight little shorts, grinding her against my cock as my tongue fucks her mouth like it’s her pussy. Her hands grip my hair, her soft moans melting on my tongue, the sweetest, most delicious sounds, and I just want to give her more.

My hand slides along the band and down the front of her shorts until my fingers brush against her, expecting more fabric but only finding bare skin.

She’s not wearing any panties. Fuck me.

Before I realize what she’s doing, she’s pulling back from our kiss and leaning back to rest on her heels with a devilish look on her face. She licks her lips again before sliding down to the floor, resting between my legs.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan when she sits up and reaches for my joggers.

“Off,” she demands, and I have no fight left in me, so I lift my hips, helping her slide them down—briefs and all—leaving my cock bobbing, precum glistening on the tip as she stares down at my cock like it’s the best thing she’s seen in her life.

This vision of her on her knees, looking up at me with a hunger that matches my own almost has me coming in my pants.

“Are you going to suck my cock or just stare at it, Tink?” I goad, knowing she’s never been able to back down from a challenge. “Or are you just scared you won’t be able to take it all?”

Her eyes sparkle as she leans forward, sticking her tongue out and swirling it around the head of my cock, licking up the precum with a little moan like I’m her favorite dessert.

My hips rock up on instinct. The desire to be all the way inside her mouth is too much to push down. I expect her to stop, to want to put me in my place, but instead of pulling back, she opens her mouth wider, taking me in further. Slipping past her plump, wet lips, I slide as far as I can, her hands gripping my thighs. Her tongue swirls around as I slide back out. Eyes darkening as I watch her, I grip her hair in one hand as I slide back in, further this time.

Her eyes widen, but when I go to pull back, she follows me, opening even more to take me to the back of her throat, only stopping when she gags.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, doing my best to think about state capitals, primary colors, and every politician I can come up with to stop myself from spilling down her throat this quickly. Gripping her throat, I force her eyes on me, my cock still in her mouth as she holds me there, deep inside. “If you keep going, Tink, I’m going to come down this pretty throat of yours.”

When she pulls back, a proud look on her face, I want to kiss her, fuck her right here, but she swats my hand away when I try to grab her.

“Fuck my face, Cade,” Gwen smirks, her hand pumping my cock slowly, at a pace that’s only meant to drive me wild. “Then I’ll fuck you.”

She pumps my cock once more, lazily, before sliding me all the way in her mouth. All the way back until she gags again, only this time she doesn’t fight it. She doesn’t stop—she just breathes and slowly pushes until I’m sheathed completely inside of her.

Then she waits.

It takes me a moment to realize what she’s playing at… she’s not joking at all. She really wants me to fuck her mouth.

I look down, eyebrows raised as I use both hands to grip her hair, holding her in place a little tighter this time. “Tap my leg twice if you want me to stop, do you understand?”

She nods.

“Unless you do that… I’m not stopping until I’m pouring down this hot throat of yours.”

Pulling back, she releases me with a pop, her eyes twinkling as she stares up at me.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to fuck my throat?” she teases, and that’s the last straw. I grip her hair and shove my cock back down her throat, pistoning my hips as I use her mouth, her tongue, fucking her face with no regard for what I think she’s feeling. Trusting Gwen enough to know what she can handle. If this is what she wants, this is what she’ll get.

It doesn’t take long until I’m close again, my thrusts sloppy as her lips constrict, making it even tighter, even more fucking irresistible.

“Touch yourself. I want you good and ready for my cock because I’m not going to take it easy on you,” I grunt, practically speaking caveman, every word harder to get out than the last. But like a good girl, she listens, slipping her shorts down and showing me her pretty pussy as she slips her fingers between her legs. All the while, my thrusts get faster and wilder, getting me closer and closer to the edge.

Fuck. I don’t want this to end. I want to keep going, keep thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth until we’re both spent and boneless.

But when she starts rubbing her clit, her soft moans vibrating around my cock, I’m done for. With my grip on her hair, I pull her off my cock until I’m sliding out of her mouth with a pop, drool hanging from her lips.

She actually looks offended for a moment before her eyes shift to watch me pump my cock, my pace slow but steady. Enough to keep my orgasm there, but not enough to finish.

“Open your mouth, Tink, let me paint that pretty tongue white.”

Her eyes haze over, her mouth falls open, tongue out like she’s ready and waiting.

It doesn’t take much, a few rough pumps and my orgasm hits like a freight train, starting at the base of my spine and shooting out like fireworks. My whole body starts tingling, every touch almost too much, but I continue pumping my cock until I’m unloading everything on her pretty tongue and lips, barely missing her sweatshirt.

Fucking hell, I thought she looked perfect earlier, but this is from another world. I wish I could take a mental picture of this moment, Gwen on her knees, covered in my cum, looking up at me like I hung the moon, while her fingers rub circles on her clit.

Grabbing her hand from my leg, I help her up, sliding her shorts down before lifting her back onto my lap. Her tongue glides out, licking my cum from her lips as she slides her two fingers, the ones she had just been fucking, between my lips. The taste of her now coats my tongue, her eyes twinkling as I lick her fingers clean.

“Delicious,” I grumble, slamming her lips into mine, the taste of her release mixing with mine, the combination enough to make me want more. My cock starts hardening between us, and I’m ready to take her again. Pulling back, her eyes widen when she feels me at her center.

“Already?” she moans as I rock my hips up, hitting her now bare clit, making her eyes roll back just slightly.

“For you? Always.”

Grabbing a condom, I tear it open and roll it on, all while she watches me with intrigue. Lifting her up, I angle my cock at her entrance and pull her down in one quick motion, filling her to the brim in one motion.

“Cade,” she groans, her voice raspy as she stills, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. “You’re so fucking big.”

“I told you to get ready for my cock, Tink,” I growl. “Now fuck me like you’ve dreamed about, show me exactly how you want me.”

Her eyes darken as her hips roll, each motion bringing me in deep, rubbing against her clit while she tries to find her rhythm. I bring my thumb down, gathering wetness before sliding it against her clit, the pressure just enough to drive her wild.

“You feel so good,” she groans, leaning forward to kiss me.

Our tongues tangle and teeth clash as I move to grip both her hips, lifting her and slamming her back down, matching her pace as we both race to the finish line. A faint flush on her cheeks tells me she’s getting close. Her movements turn frantic as she chases her release, and when she squeezes my cock, I know it’s here.

“Come for me, Tink,” I growl, pulling back from her lips. “Scream my name and let every one of your neighbors know exactly who you belong to.”

With my words acting like a match to gasoline, she combusts, dragging me over the edge with her. By the time she’s done, she collapses on me, her head on my shoulder, her breathing heavy. Instead of feeling the urge to lift her off me and leave, I want to stay.