34. Hayes
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hayes
T he energy I have after a game is hard to get rid of. My adrenaline runs at full speed for hours during the game, then it’s over. I shower and rest, but my mind is wide awake, replaying every moment of the game, and my body jitters as if I just shotgunned three energy drinks. It’s a high that’s hard to come down from. The team nutritionists give us supplements for better sleep, but with just a short practice tomorrow, I’m not taking any of those tonight. I want this energy for Olivia. I don’t think she has any idea what she’s in for with post-game Hayes Larson at the helm.
We arrive back at my apartment and, once again, barely get in the door before our hands are all over each other. I pick her up mid-kiss and walk her to the bedroom, already imagining what I’m going to do once we get there.
“Are you tired from your game?” she asks, “I certainly don’t want to exhaust you any further.”
I curl a piece of her long hair around my finger. “Olivia, there is nothing you could do to exhaust me.”
She stares back at me with heat in her eyes, my body aching for more. More of her. All of her.
“I want to take care of you tonight, Hayes. Watching you fly up and down the ice, racing to the puck, being there for your teammates, sliding down the bench, you were incredible. You take care of everyone around you, especially me. Tonight, I want to help you relax, unwind, and not worry about a thing,” she purrs, slipping her hands beneath the lapels of my suit jacket and sliding it off my arms, letting it drop to the floor with a delicate swish of fabric. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she reaches for my shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time. Fire courses through every vein in my body as she slips my shirt off my shoulders, gently running her hands over my chest. Her wandering touch grazes lower to unbuckle my belt and my cock twitches beneath her touch as she undoes my pants. I slip my shoes off, flipping them across the room, stepping out of my pants and standing bare before her.
“My, my, Hayes,” she lifts a delicate brow, her eyes dancing as they slowly lift to mine. “Commando after the game?”
I flash her a wicked smile. “After being locked down in gear all night, I need some breathing room down there. And…I didn’t think I’d be wearing them long anyway,” I say with a wink.
“Well, isn’t that presumptuous of you,” she smirks, her eyes filled with hunger.
“Lie back on the bed,” she orders, and I immediately obey her sultry command. She stands at the end of the bed, slowly disrobing herself, taking her time and teasing me with every inch of skin she reveals. I ache for her touch. I can’t help but slowly stroke myself as I watch her strip. Once she’s shed her clothing, all except her sexy set of black lace undergarments, she lowers herself onto the bed, crawling towards me. Holy mother of hockey, my siren is crawling to me like the good girl she is . I may never recover from this. Death from a sexy siren is the way I want to go.
“I have a question for you, Hayesy-poo. Do you like being a Milwaukee Rider?”
“ Fuck yes. Especially if it involves you in this town with me,” I grunt as she slowly licks my cock from the base all the way to the tip. My pulse races, tightness building in my fucking balls. I am about to come unglued as she teases the fuck out of me. She takes her time, licking me and placing delicate kisses along my length as she rubs my tight thigh muscles.
“Do you think I could be a Milwaukee Rider?” she asks, looking up at me with those fucking expressive eyes, her tongue still teasing me between her words. “Because I want you to lie back and let me ride this crotch rocket all night long.”
“ Holy fucking shit . Your dirty little mouth is going to be the death of me,” I say, straining to keep my composure. This sexy woman makes it so hard to last long. She climbs up to kiss me, positioning herself so her soaking wet entrance coats my cock without being inside her. Wait, how is my cock drenched but she’s still wearing… oh fuck me. I can’t control my hips thrusting up from the bed at the realization. “Olivia, are you wearing crotchless panties?”
The corners of her mouth lift, forming a mischievous grin. “They were a late night internet purchase after I had a little too much wine. You like?”
Pulling her hips toward me, I press my hardness against her entrance. “Feel that, siren? That’s how much I like it.” Her head tilts back, her tits spilling out of her bra. She finally leans back and sinks down, taking me deep inside her. “You are so fucking tight. I love watching you take me.”
Olivia pauses, a slight wince on her face, letting herself adjust. “It’s like you were made to fill up my cunt.”
My thoughts exactly .
Olivia slowly starts to move, her voluptuous tits right in my face. I reach up to grab her hips as we find our rhythm, our bodies crashing together in violent perfection. She leans forward a bit, and … fuck, that angle is heavenly . “Siren, just like that. You feel amazing on my cock, riding me like such a good girl.” Her thighs squeeze my hips as she slides up and down on top of me.
“Hayes, give it to me. Fill up my cunt,” she begs, and I’m done. I raise my hips and explode into her, shaking and screaming her name. She leans forward, kissing me as she climbs off and lies beside me, her head on my chest.
“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” I say kissing her again. “You make me feel so good, not just here in bed, but every day. This just feels-”
“Right.” she says, interrupting me.
“So right. Why does it feel so right?”
“I don’t know. But I don’t want this to end. Ever. This seems too good to be true, and I…I keep waiting for the hammer to drop.”
“I feel the same way. Is there a way to destroy hammers? Like, all of them? Except maybe Thor’s hammer, that thing’s pretty badass.”
“I wish I knew, but for now, I think we just enjoy this moment.” She props herself up on her elbow, her lip trapped between her teeth. “How about you reach down, lube me up with what you just shot inside me, and get me off.”
“ Fuck . Are you sure your ex was a real human man? Who in their right mind would not want to fuck you every day? Multiple times a day. Cancel your plans for the week, we’re not leaving this room,” I say as we both laugh.
“Hayes, I’ve never been like this with anyone else. You just…do something to me. You make me feel safe. Like I can be anything or anyone I want, and you’ll still love me. I’ve never felt this with anyone before.”
I brush a stray piece of hair from her face. “I want you to always be comfortable with me. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before too.” I lean down and kiss her with fire and passion, telling her without words I never want this to end.
I don’t know what is happening, but I know I would give up my own life for this woman. She is my every dream, my every want, and my future. I feel the same way she does, like the hammer is going to drop and this will all be gone in an instant. We can’t predict the future, but I swear on my life, I will never let her go. Especially now that I know she’s up for a little cum play.
“Now,” I growl, “let’s see if I can help you out with your little request.” I slowly reach down between her thighs, using the remnants of my release to help her find hers.
We lie in bed, basking in the euphoria of being well taken care of. But now I’ve recovered a bit, I’m still wide awake and hungry for more.
“Olivia,” I sing song, stilling her fingers as they glide through my chest hair, “are you up for some more excitement this evening?”
“What did you have in mind, sir?” Fuck me, the sound of that word coming out of her mouth could take over cities.
“I have a gift for you.”
Her eyes widen, staring back at me, lighting up in the dark room at the mention of a gift.
“You got me a present?”
“Yep. Wait right here,” I say, quickly hopping out of bed and grabbing a small bag from my closet.
“What is it?” she asks almost giddy, smiling from ear to ear. I love making her smile. God I can’t wait to shower her with gifts. Every holiday, birthday, anniversary, and even the fake ones invented by greeting card companies.
“Remember when we talked about phone sex, and I said I had an idea?” Her eyes widen and her fingers tighten around the sheets, her embarrassment starting to creep up. Sitting on the bed beside her, I place my arm around her shoulders as I hand her my gift.
Olivia opens the bag, her eyes still wide and unable to speak as she pulls the pink toy out and stares at me.
“There’s an app that goes with it and I have it downloaded on my phone. That way, when I’m out of town, even if you don’t want to talk or video chat with me, I can still help you get off. I have a similar one, too, I’ll pack on my road trips.”
Her cheeks flush as she darts her glaze between me and the toy. “Hayes. This is…. wow…it’s…”
“Is this okay? Do you have many sex toys?”
“Yeah. I have a couple. They are super old school…nothing with Bluetooth!” she giggles as I throw my head back with laughter.
Sobering, I gently kiss along her neck, whispering each word in her ear. “I thought we could test it out tonight, so we know what we’re doing the next time I’m out of town.”
She flashes me a warm smile, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
“Lie back, sweet girl,” I say as I gently lean her back onto the bed. I’ve already gotten the toy synced with my phone, and I’m already hard picturing Olivia using this. I open the app and turn it on to the lowest setting, the toy vibrating in Olivia’s hand.
“Oh my God…. Wow. This is…. powerful ,” she says.
“I think you can handle it,” I say with a wink, stroking her face with my hand. “Want to show me how you’ll use that next time I’m out of town?”
Olivia looks at me with trepidation. Has she never played with toys with another man before?
“Listen, if this is too much right now, it’s okay. Use the ‘z’ word if you need to. But, please know you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I love every part of your heart and every inch of your body. I only want to make you feel good, never embarrassed. Okay?”
A small tear forms as she nods, her chin dropping to her chest as she looks at me through her lashes.
“Hayes, I fucking love you so much. You’ve given me so much power, confidence, and freedom to be myself. But this is all foreign to me, and sometimes Old Olivia is going to rear her ugly head. It’s not that I’ve never used a vibrator before, it was just always on my own. I felt like I had to keep it a secret from anyone I was with. I never could have used toys with any of my former partners. I was always too self-conscious and worried it would be awkward.” She lifts her head, leaning forward until her forehead rests against mine. “I don’t feel that way with you. It’s just…new for me.”
My heart breaks at the vulnerability in her voice; my body desperate to take away her fear and self-doubt. “I have so many new things I want us to do together. This is just the start. Here,” I take the toy out of her hand, “why don’t I help you get started?”
I slowly rub the toy down her chest, taking extra time over her sensitive, peaked nipples, holding it there until Olivia moans, writhing beneath me. I continue moving the vibrator down her stomach, hovering above the apex of her thighs. I spread her legs wide to give me better access to that sweet, sweet, wetness I am certain is still there and building once more. Slowly moving the toy across her pink center, I lightly press it against her entrance, watching Olivia begin to moan. Her singing may be a siren song, but her moaning makes me lose control.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” she whimpers, her hips grinding against the toy, slowly move it toward her most sensitive part. Reaching up, I grab her hand and pull it down to grip the vibrator along with me. Slowly, gently, teasing it up and down her soaking slit.
Leaning down, I whisper, “Olivia, can you hold this for a minute while I adjust the settings on the app to see what drives you wild?”
“Fuck, yes Hayes,” she says with shattered breaths.
I smile proudly at her braveness, and I feel like my heart has just learned to beat knowing she’s comfortable with me. Nothing brings me more joy than witnessing her growing self-confidence and knowing I had even the slightest part to play in it.
Pressing my mouth against her sensitive neck, I suck hard enough to bruise before sitting up and taking out my phone. I run through a few settings as she pleasures herself with the toy. She moans through several of the patterns I hit.
I should have made a ‘moan scale’ for the different ways she’s whimpering.
“Oh my God…Hayes. Stop! Stop on that one. Holy fuck , that feels amazing.”
“What a good girl you are, getting yourself off in front of me,” I praise, drawing another loud moan from her chest. “Is this what you’re going to do when I’m on the road? Call me up, let me adjust the settings on this app, then finish once we hit 8?”
Olivia arches off the bed, the vibrator causing tremors throughout her body. “Yes. Oh God, I’m so close…”
Witnessing her gain the confidence to pleasure herself in front of me makes my heart and my dick swell. I love watching her come undone. “Be a good girl and make yourself come for me. Hold that toy right on your fucking clit and come so hard for me. I want you to see stars, siren.”
That’s all it takes for Olivia to explode, her arousal trickling out of her beautiful pussy. I turn the toy off, setting it on the nightstand, and climb on top of her, my cock pressing against her.
“That’s my good girl,” I groan, gazing deep into her heavy-lidded eyes. She’s still having aftershocks from her colossal orgasm, her mind trying to process the pleasure flowing within it. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, giving her a few seconds to catch her breath. “Olivia, you are exquisite. I cannot wait to use that next time I’m out of town, sweet girl,” I say as she flashes that stunning smile at me, “but right now, I’m going to fuck you hard until you beg me to stop.”
Her eyes roll back in her head as she whimpers with need, pushing me deeper as she lifts her hips. I know she wants me on her, in her, around her, I want that too, and I’m going to give this girl every-fucking-thing she wants.