32. Hayes
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hayes
I love sleeping in my own bed. I paid premium for this mattress, and it’s been worth every penny. I need to sleep well, without any extra stress on my back, and hotel beds can be killer. Waking up feeling like I slept on a big, fluffy cloud always makes me feel glad to be home. Especially when I wake up with my siren curled into me. Her auburn hair is splayed across my white pillowcase and is more beautiful than the view of the sunrise coming up over the lake.
I hop out of bed, throwing on a pair of boxer briefs, to make us some coffee and breakfast. Thankfully, I have today off. No game. No practice. I need to fuel up and get in a quick run, but that’s it.
“How are you up earlier than me?” Olivia groggily mumbles rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her adorable self walking into my kitchen as I’m filling the water in the coffee maker.
“I’ve always been an early riser.”
“Oh, I almost forgot! I made you something,” she says, springing to the kitchen island grabbing a pie plate. “I found a market that had some decent peaches this late in the season, so I made you a pie. It’s from scratch. Even the crust.”
My stomach groans, lusting at the sight of my absolute favorite dessert. She made me a pie. “Oh my God. We are fucking eating this for breakfast.”
“You want to eat it for breakfast?”
“Why the hell not? First of all, you know I have zero problem eating dessert before a meal. Second, you can’t just wave a pie in my face and expect me to not eat it immediately. And third, it’s fruit. And pie crust is basically bread. It’s the same as eating toast, part of a healthy, well-balanced meal.”
Her face lights up like a Christmas tree, her eyes beaming with excitement. “I like the way you think Larsy. Toast and fruit it is. I’m still sad you got up before me though. You got in so late last night, I thought for sure you’d sleep in. I was going to make you coffee, but you beat me to it,” she says with a tired pout.
“Well, you’ll have to get up earlier to beat me to the coffee,” I say as I pull her close and kiss her. “Would you like to know my secret?”
“I’d like to know all of your secrets, Hayes.”
“Naps. Lots of naps. That’s how hockey players survive, especially during crazy travel weeks. We eat lunch, then we nap to get some energy back before the game. It’s all very choreographed actually.”
“Wow, choreographed is a big word for a tough jock hockey player to use,” she taunts, tilting her head with a smirk.
“You sure are a feisty siren in the morning, aren’t you? You want to get punished before the coffee is even brewed?”
“Well, sir, we do have some time while the coffee is percolating, and, wouldn’t you know, there is a countertop right next to the coffee pot.”
I swear to all things Gretzky this woman is damn perfect. She fucking loves me being in control, and I love having her. My heart is furiously pumping blood straight to my dick at her words. God I have so many things I want to do to her.
“I have a better idea,” I say taking a step toward Olivia and throwing her over my shoulder. She squeals as I walk her over and toss her on the couch. She’s still wearing my jersey. With nothing on underneath. Seeing my name on her back gets me so turned on. But right now, I need to see every inch of her body. I lean her up and strip her, leaving her naked before me . Fuck she’s so damn sexy.
I kneel in front of her, slowly kissing my way up her irresistible legs. She pushes her hands through my hair, goosebumps covering my skin as she massages my scalp, making my dick jump inside my boxer briefs. Nerves tingle up my spine as she lightly tugs at the strands, pulling a grunt from my chest as I move my lips closer to the top of her thighs.
She stiffens, sitting up to look me in the eyes. “Hayes, you really don’t have to do this. Let me do something for you.”
“You’re right, Olivia,” I level my eyes at her with a stern, disappointed look, “I don’t have to do this. I fucking want to. I want to taste you. I want to please you. I want to make you scream my name so loud my neighbors call to complain. You are not, and you never will be, a burden or an inconvenience to me. Got it?”
She pauses for a moment, but a shy smile creeps up on her face as she replies. “Yes.”
I pause for a moment …my cock tenting my boxer briefs, wondering if she’s up for a little more.
I grip her chin, tilting it toward me, forcing her to look me in the eye. “Yes, what?”
She looks at me with wide, wondering eyes, swallowing before she shyly replies, “Yes, sir.”
My heart pounds at the sound of her calling me sir. Fuck. I knew this girl would be fun, but she is my every dream come to life.
“Better. Now, are you going to be a good girl for me and sit here while I put my tongue on this gorgeous body of yours and make you come?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s my siren,” I purr as she moans at the praise. I lean down again, parting her thighs to get a full view of her. “This cunt is mine.” I place my lips on her inner thigh, sinking my teeth in just the tiniest bit, and sucking her delicious skin until she’s crying out again.
“Oh my God, wow. What…what are you doing?” she looks at me with her brows narrowed, but a glimmer of excitement.
“You belong to me, siren. I'm marking you so there's no doubt in your mind that I will ever want anyone else in this world but you.”
She arches her back with a moan as I part her lips, keeping her right on the edge, finally giving in and circling my tongue on her sensitive clit. She is so wet for me already.
“That feels unreal,” she gasps with broken breaths.
I devour her, taking my time. Once again, paying attention to her every sound, every movement she makes to ensure I’m working her in just the right spots. Her body quivers as she grinds herself against my mouth. Pride swells within me as I feel her enjoying this. Her pleasure fills an empty space in my heart I didn’t realize existed. I’ve got my girl right where I want her.
Looking up as I taste her, I see her palming her gorgeous tits. “What a good fucking girl you are, squeezing those tits for me,” I growl as she lets out a sultry moan. “You like being a good girl for me?”
“Shit…. Yes. I love being your good girl.”
My eyes roll back in my head as I let out a loud growl. I fucking knew she had a praise kink. Holy shit I love this woman.
“Good. Next time, you’ll ask before you put your hands on yourself like that, or you’ll receive a punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I place my hand around her throat with just the slightest pressure. “Yes what , Olivia?”
Her stunned gaze bores into my eyes,
“Yes, sir.”
I release my grip and focus back on the beautiful pussy before me. She moans again, my tongue teasing her sensitive clit.
“Fuck, Hayes, I’m…I’m close,” she whimpers, barely able to speak. I’ve noticed she has one little spot near her clit, and I unleash my tongue right on the target. She writhes against me, arching her back and screaming my name in ecstasy as she finds her release. I smile, letting out an almost villainous laugh, feeling a sense of accomplishment, like I just scored a game winning goal. I love making this woman feel good . The glow on her face is sexy as fuck. Her entire body shivers from the aftershocks of the mind-blowing orgasm I just gave her. Knowing I did that makes my heart, and my cock, swell.
“Hayes, oh my God. That was…. That was…..”
“Is Olivia Brooks at a loss for words? Why, I never thought I’d see the day,” I say as I place more kisses on her thighs.
She lets out a sigh, slumping against the couch. “It was fucking unbelievable. How are you so good at that?”
“You know my job is to anticipate other people. I have to feel, watch, and listen to what’s going on around me if I want any success on the ice. Luckily, I found a way to translate those skills into something that benefits us both.”
“Well, I’m certainly not going to complain about that.” She looks down contemplatively, her gaze tracing my face before her eyes narrow, revealing a deep internal debate I’m desperate to be invited to.
“Hayes,” she says in a stern, commanding tone, “stand up.”
My eyebrows raise, but I remain on my knees.
She huffs, pushing half-heartedly against my shoulder. “Listen. I like it when you’re bossy. I like it a lot . But you…you’ve unlocked something inside me,” she whispers in a declaration of new-found confidence. “I don’t feel like I need to be anything other than myself. You let me be whatever I want. You do so much to make me feel good; I want to make you feel good. I want to tell you what to do. So…I’m going to ask you again, and this time you’re going to comply. Stand. The fuck. Up.”
Well, ho-ly shit.
I jump to my feet as fast as humanly possible, my heart beating in my throat. Olivia sits fully upright on the couch, grabs my ass and pulls me toward her. She slides my boxer briefs past my hips, letting them fall to the floor, my stiff dick springing free before her. She grabs my cock, gripping it like it’s a prize she’s won and ready to claim.
“I’ve been wanting to taste this for days. And you’re going to let me. And when you’re close, you are going to tell me.” Her eyes find mine, dark and full of promise. “I want you to come all over my tits. Do you understand?”
Holy fucking shit. What kind of alternate sex dimension have I fallen into? This woman is abso-fucking-lutely perfect. I tighten my jaw, raising my eyebrow at her confidently asking for what she wants.
“I understand.”
“Good,” she says, dragging her thumb through the bead of precum leaking from me. She stares up at me, licking my cock from bottom to top, a fiery heat spreading across my body with every stroke of her tongue. A rumble builds deep in my chest. I’m desperate to feel her lips fully around me. Desperate for my hardness to feel the heat of her mouth. Desperate for her. I take in a sharp breath as she places her soft lips on the head of my cock, teasing me with her lips pursed together. Finally, mercifully, she parts her lips to take me in, gripping my cock in her hand like it’s her goddamn microphone. Seeing her mouth wrapped around me sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I’m never going to be able to watch her sing into a mic the same way again.
Gently grasping her hair, I push her to take me deeper. I don’t know what kind of witchcraft she’s using but somehow, she’s licking the bottom ridge of my head at the same time she’s moving her mouth up and down me. “I’ve been imagining your lips around me for so long, siren, and you are better than I could have ever dreamed. You take my cock in your mouth so damn perfectly.”
She moans around my girth, her hand moving in a rhythmic motion and creating a wet suction pulling my cock into her mouth. I shiver at the unbelievable feeling of her teeth barely scraping my cock. Her other hand grips my balls, squeezing them with the fucking perfect amount of pressure as she takes my cock as far back into her mouth as she can, nearly choking on me.
I groan, my head tilting toward the ceiling as stars dance in my vision. I am barely holding on. I don’t know if there is an Olympic medal for giving a perfect blowjob, but she would be getting a perfect ten from Judge 22. “ Fuck , the things you do to me. You’re gonna make me come.”
She pulls her mouth away with a quiet pop, and I immediately stroke my cock, feeling the instant withdrawal of her lips on me. Sitting on the couch, she grabs her tits, pushing them together, holding them out like a present she’s gift wrapped just for me.
She bats her eyes at me with a dirty smile on her face. “Fucking stroke your cock for me, Hayes. Watching you touch yourself like that, all for me, makes me so wet. So ready. So needy. I need your cum on me. Now .”
Fuck, if this woman being in control isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My hand may be on my cock, but she’s the one with me wrapped around her goddamn finger. My balls tighten, and my entire body tenses as I cry out, my hips thrusting and spilling my release over her bare chest as directed. Silence blankets us, our heavy breaths beating a steady rhythm as we both calm down from our high. This gorgeous woman continues to surprise me every day, and I can’t wait to be there for every new discovery she makes.
“Would you like to come to the game Saturday night? I know a guy with tickets.” I smirk as we finally sit down to breakfast.
She snorts as we enjoy a bite of the fucking best pie I’ve ever eaten. The only thing that tastes better than this is Olivia. “I would love to. But…is it weird if I come? I mean, I want to see you, for sure, and I guess it’s a big arena, so I hopefully wouldn’t see all the Riders staff I know.” She rubs her hands down her thighs as she scrunches her face. “I’m sure they have one of the backups lined up to sing. Ugh… this is all so weird now.”
“No pressure. I can imagine it would feel awkward. If it helps, I can get you tickets with the WAGs. Normally, they have tickets on the glass, but it’s Zack’s first game back this season, so they have a suite. Then you wouldn’t have to be so close to the ice.”
“The WAGs? As in wives and girlfriends? Does this mean I fall into that category now?” she asks, scrunching up her nose. I can’t help but smile, my heart calming at her look.
“I was thinking we could even go steady,” I joke. “Actually…wait here; I’ll be right back.”
Jumping up from the kitchen table, I grab a notepad and pen from the drawer with the apartment complex logo on it. Jotting down a note, I fold it in half and pass it across the table.
Olivia’s laughter fills the kitchen, a smile stretching ear to ear across her face as she opens the paper and picks up the pen to write her reply before sliding it back.
I stare down at the note, my pulse racing and my fingers pounding out a rhythm on my coffee mug. I read her response and a giant, dumbass grin spreads across my face.
Olivia, will you be my girlfriend?
X Yes
_ No
“Oh, thank God. If you said no, breakfast might have gotten really awkward,” I say grabbing the note and holding it in my hand. I’m saving this for later. “Why does this make me feel like I’m in high school again? Except way less nerdy.”
She snorts, rolling her eyes and sipping her coffee. “Hayes, there is no way you were nerdy in high school.”
“Oh, I was a total nerd, Olivia. Scouts honor,” I swear, holding up two fingers in the universal scout hand signal. “I’ll get my yearbooks from my mom sometime and show you. I was a certified nerd. Glasses, dorky clothes, and braces. Acne from all the sweat under my chin strap was no joke.”
“I didn’t know there was such a thing as hockey acne.”
“Oh, it’s real. Thankfully, my skin got used to it as I got older and I learned about facial cleansers. But I was not the fine specimen of sexiness you see before you today,” I say as I wave my hand across my face like a game show hostess.
She eyes me with a smile, blushing as her tongue wets her bottom lip.
“I would have loved nerdy Hayes. He sounds like my type,” she said with a shy smile. “For some reason, you make me feel like I’m back in high school too. Especially since you asked me to wear your jersey. No one ever asked me to wear one in school. You’re my first.”
“Wait…you’re telling me I got your jersey v-card? I’m the only guy who’s ever given you a jersey?”
“Yep. Only you.”
I lean across the table pressing my lips against hers. “I am so fucking thankful to have you as my girlfriend and honored to be your first jersey.”
What I hold back from telling her is I hope I’m her last.