Dirty Play (Empire State Hockey Series)

21. Cade

Walking up to my parents’ house after not being here for years feels weird. I feel like I shouldn’t be here, like there’s a reason I’ve been gone so long. But Gwen grabs my hand as we climb the steps toward the door.

It isn’t until I reach for the door that she lets go, which I understand, but I still miss her touch. The door immediately swings open, my mom standing on the other side, her smile so wide you’d think she just won the lottery.

“My boy,” she says, stepping out and wrapping me in a hug. The kind of hug that only moms can give, the kind that makes you feel safe and loved. “I’m so happy you’re here. I’ve missed you so much.”

I feel something crack inside of me. I’ve missed these hugs.

Stepping back, smile still in place, her hands squeeze my arms while she looks me up and down like she can’t believe I”m here.

Me either, Mom.

“And who’s this young lady with you?” she says with a smile, turning to look at Gwen and immediately pulling her into a hug, just as expected.

“Thanks for coming with Cade,” she says, pulling us both inside. “Both rooms down at the end are set up for you. I’m sure you’re tired, so make yourselves comfortable.”

“Thanks, mom,” I say, yawning now that I”m thinking about how tired I really am.

“Hey, son,” a low voice says from behind me.

I turn around and see my dad. He looks good—looks strong—and the smile on his face makes me think he’s happy, which makes me happy.

“Hey, Dad,” I say, stepping closer and pulling him into a hug. He’s not a hugger like my mom, so it’s quick, but it’s my first hug from him in years, which hurts.

“It’s good to see you. Thanks for driving all this way.”

“Of course, I didn’t want to miss this one,” I tell him truthfully.

“I’m glad,” he says with a smile. “Now get some sleep and show this young lady where she can lie down. It can’t be easy driving with you for that long… I know how you get,” he teases.

The first thingI notice when I wake up is that I have something hard pressing against me, specifically against my cock. But then the memories of last night come rushing back, and I remember how I crept in here at one in the morning because I couldn’t sleep.

Between the pain from sitting in the car for so long and forgetting to keep up with my meds again, I just couldn’t get comfortable. And the anxiety about being back in this house after so long, I just didn’t really want to be alone. Thankfully, I was in my old room, and Gwen was in Vince’s. A Jack and Jill bathroom in the middle made sneaking over easy.

Not that I needed to sneak over to see Gwen—we’re grown-ass adults—but damn, I’d at least like to say hello to everyone before they find me in her bed. Even if all we did was sleep.

Gwen wiggles a bit and then freezes, finding my arm draped over her because, apparently, I didn’t move at all and stayed spooning her all through the night.

“What’re you doing in here, Cade?” she whispers like anyone might hear us here. Vince and I had rooms on the opposite side of the house from the rest of the family. We loved it, and it worked for my mom because she didn’t have to smell the stinky boys and their stinky sports equipment all the time—her words, not mine.

“I’m sleeping,” I grumble, nuzzling her hair as I pull her in close. I’m sore, and my body definitely hurts, but that won’t stop me from cuddling her.

“Yes, thank you for stating the obvious, Mr. Williams. But why are you in my bed when you have a perfectly good one next door?”

“Well, technically, it’s my brother’s bed.”

“Caaaade,” Gwen whines, “what are your parents going to think of me if they see you in here? They’ve barely even met me, and for all they know, I’m just here to help you out. Which, if we’re being technical, is the reason I’m here.”

“You’re grumpy in the morning.”

“Yes, I need my caffeine, and I’m definitely not going out there until I look presentable,” she grumbles, and I know that’s her little hint that she needs to get up and get ready unless I want to deal with Grumpy Gwen all day.

“Fine,” I agree, pulling my arm back. I move to let her get up, but she surprises me when she flips over and kisses me instead. Not a quick peck either. Her hands find my face and her mouth opens in a slow, languid kiss. This is definitely my type of good morning kiss, only, I”m not ready for it to end.

With my hand in her hair, I pull her in for one more as I get an idea. “Do you trust me?”

She pauses for only a moment before nodding.

“Then get naked.”

I watch her as she casually slides off her tank top, showing me her tits. My marks have already disappeared, which just gives me the urge to leave more. She starts untying her shorts, watching me as she bites her lip—that little smirk is my undoing.

I stand and move to the chair at the end of the bed, sitting down to face Gwen, her sexy body almost fully unwrapped now, and I feel like she’s a present I”m not allowed to touch.

It’s torture.

And it gets even worse when she slides her shorts down, revealing she’s bare underneath. My hand slides into my briefs, gripping myself tightly as I watch her scoot up on the bed, leaning back on her elbows to watch me, her excitement palpable.

I know she won’t let me touch her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still be in control of her orgasms. Her eyes fall to my lap, my hand stroking my dick, and I watch as she clenches her thighs, hiding the one thing I want to see right now.

“Like what you see?” I growl.

“I do.”

The side of my lip curls up—her boldness is such a turn on. Lifting my hips, I slide my briefs all the way down and lean back in the chair.

“Is that better?”

“It’d be better if I were sitting on it,” Gwen whispers, her eyes never leaving my dick, “but you’re not cleared, remember? Not a chance in hell I’m injuring you because we fucked before you were ready. Not sure your doctor would ever let me live that down.” She watches intently as I fist myself, sliding my hand up and down as beads of precum start forming.

“What do you have planned for me that I might get injured? It sounds kinky.” I grin and watch her blush immediately, the flush taking over her cheeks and spreading down to her breasts—she’s so fucking pretty. She looks up at me and smiles, opening her legs, finally showing me exactly what I want. “I may not be cleared to fuck you, but they said nothing about me jerking off. I mean, how do you think I’ve survived not fucking you this long? But right now… it’s not about me. I’m going to make good on a promise and make you come without even touching you.”

She quirks an eyebrow at me, obvious disbelief on her face, but there’s a glint in her eyes. My girl likes this.

“All you have to do is follow my directions. Can you do that for me?”

Her cheeks pinken, and for a moment, I think she’s going to walk away, but she nods and says, “Okay.”

“Circle your nipples. I want you to gently tease them with your fingers. But nothing more, Tink.”

Her eyes widen, but her fingers start moving up her body, gliding over her stomach until they’re cupping her breasts. Her fingers start tracing wide circles around her nipples, teasing herself, and as I start slowly stroking my cock again. The little minx smirks, her eyes locked onto my hand.

“I want you to play with yourself, tease yourself, pinch your nipples. Whatever you want, don’t hold back. With your other hand, I want you to touch yourself. Lightly circle your clit like you’d imagine my tongue would,” I growl, gripping my cock hard. I need to stop stroking or this’ll be over before I’ve even had my fun. It’s just so fucking hot seeing her like this.

“Why did you stop?” she whispers. “I want to watch.”

“Watch what?” I growl, slowly moving my fist up and down my length again.

“I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to watch you come… while you make me come.”

Her words spur me on, my cock hardening even further as I continue to stroke myself. “Like this, Tink? Is this what you want?”

Her eyes darken, and her fingers continue to make small circles against her clit that has her squirming already.

“I need more, Cade. Please.”

“What do you want? Do you want to show me what you do when you’re thinking about my cock?”

Her nod is frantic, her eyes wild, yet she still waits for direction like the good girl I know she is.

“So obedient when you want to be,” I say, my voice hoarse, the tingling sensations already starting at the base of my spine telling me my orgasm is close. Not yet, though. I want to watch her come first. “I want to watch you finger yourself. I want to see what you do when no one’s watching. When you’re imagining my cock inside of you.”

Slowly, she glides her other hand down her body, her pace tortuously slow, but my eyes are locked on, watching everything. When she passes her clit, she slides through her wetness to coat herself and looks over at me, legs spread, and smirks.

I may be in control right now, but we both know who has all the power.

“Like this?” she whispers as she slides two fingers inside herself, eyes fluttering at the intrusion. I can’t help myself; I move closer. I want to see her up close and personal. Walking to the end of the bed, I watch her, her eyes glossy as she starts working herself faster and faster, one hand circling her clit and the other fingering herself, now with three fingers. Her soft moans are getting louder, more unguarded the closer she gets.

“Just like that, Tink. You’re doing so well,” I growl, my fist pumping faster, unable to keep pace. I watch her touch herself, wishing it were my cock as her eyes flutter closed, her body trembling from the start of her orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m—” she starts.

“Eyes open. I want to watch you when you come,” I growl and her eyes snap open. “Come for me.”

She watches me as she falls apart, and I lean forward, my free hand covering her mouth to muffle her screams, her entire body shaking as her orgasm crashes through her.

She looks so fucking perfect.

The sight is enough to bring me to the edge, my fist sliding faster, rougher, bringing me closer and closer. Her freshly fucked look is all I need—three rough strokes later and I’m spilling hot cum all over her stomach.

Her eyes are dark, daring, and I want to push her, climb over her fully, and take her. Instead, I just laugh as I stand up.

“What the fuck just happened?” I ask as I look down at her, her body painted in my cum, her cheeks flush from an orgasm I directed, and her perfect smile wide like she’s the happiest person in the world. She looks happy.

She also looks like she’s mine.

“Hold on,” I say, running to the bathroom and grabbing a wet towel. After cleaning her up, I toss it into the laundry to deal with later.

“Fuck, Tink,” I groan, pulling her into me. “Have I told you that you’re perfect?”

She looks up at me, stares into my eyes, and smiles. “Not today, but you can do it now.”

I lean down and kiss her, my tongue languidly sliding against hers. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she teases.

“I’d say so. I just made you come with only my words—I’d say I’m pretty fucking awesome.”

She blushes, rolling over to get up, but she stops when she’s sitting at the edge of the bed, looking back at me.

“Where’d that nickname come from? Why Tink? She’s a tiny blonde fairy, and well… I’m quite the opposite of that.”

She’s not wrong in that aspect, but it’s less about what Tink looks like and more about her attitude.

“When I was growing up, my sister, Veronica, was the oldest, so she used to always pick what movie we would watch—she loved Disney movies, specifically anything with a fairy or magic. Her favorites were Peter Pan and Cinderella, so we watched those both at least one hundred times each,” I say, remembering one of the times we watched Cinderella, and she sat next to me quoting it line for line like it was her job.

Staring at the ceiling, I think about how to explain this.

“This might not make sense, but Veronica used to give me a hard time. She said I would need someone fierce to put me in my place—someone who could hold their own. One night, when we were teenagers, we were watching Peter Pan, and she mentioned Tink would be able to keep me in check and force me not to be so naughty all the time. We all got a good laugh out of it, but the more I thought about it, the more I watched the movie, the more I realized that Tink did have the kind of fierceness that I admired. Flash-forward to meeting you. I immediately knew you were bold and feisty, and I liked it even when I fought it, so the nickname Tink just sort of happened. It’s just funny that we ended up here, doing whatever this is, and you really might be the only woman who can put me in my place.”

“How can you be such an asshole sometimes but then you can turn around and be so damn cute and genuine? It’s infuriating,” she says, but her blush and megawatt smile tell the true story.

“It’s a gift and a curse. Now, go on and get ready before my mom gets impatient and comes to find us.”

She comes in for a quick kiss, before she stands up, her long t-shirt just the right length to show off her perfect legs and incredible ass, both of which I want to sink my teeth into. Walking toward the bathroom, she smirks. “I’m going to shower. Why don’t you head out there, and I’ll meet you once I’m ready?”

“Yeah, but you might wanna let me sneak through the bathroom first. Unless you want them all to see me slip out of your room?” Her eyes widen immediately, and I start to laugh as she all but shoves me through the door, locking it behind me.