Wanted by the Champion: An age gap instalove romance

Alex

I’m alone in my dark apartment, but in my mind, I’m in that little first aid room with Cate.

I’m sitting on my bed, fist wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly as I recreate the scene in my head and how I wish it could’ve gone.

I wonder if she has any idea how close I came to kissing her. How hard I fought not to. How much I wish I had, if only to have one single taste of her.

But I know I’m kidding myself if I think one taste would ever be enough.

I use my thumb to spread the precome leaking from my slit over the head of my cock, replaying the heavy-lidded look she gave me as she repeated my words back to me about wanting her for skating.

In my mind, I tell her the truth. That I just want her. Period.

The pleather creaks under my hands as I lean in closer, pulling her scent into my lungs. Flowers and sunshine. So sweet and pure.

“You watched me and wanted me,” she whispers, and I nod, moving closer.

“I watch you constantly, Cate. I want you constantly, too.”

“You do?” She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, and I lean down, dragging my nose over her cheek.

“It’s all I do.”

“Alex.” Her voice is a breathy whisper as she wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me close.

And then we’re kissing, lips colliding, tongues brushing. Our clothes disappear as our mouths work together and my hand dips between her legs. She’s soft and wet and hot.

“Spread your legs,” I say. “Open wide for me.”

She does, and I drop to my knees in front of her.

I stroke my cock harder and faster, my grip rough, almost punishing. My balls tighten, heat gathering low in my gut.

I kiss her pussy, rubbing my lips all over her before giving a gentle suck on her clit. Her hands are in my hair, and she pants my name over and over again as I eat her little pink cunt.

“You make me fucking crazy,” I rasp against her, my tongue dipping inside her wet hole. “Show me how much you like my mouth on your sweet little pussy. Come all over my face, Cate. Give it to me.”

I come at the same time as fantasy Cate, jerking my fist up and down my cock in rough, uneven strokes. Come spurts onto my abs and drips down the side of my cock, and my balls throb pleasantly with the release. The heat at the base of my spine cools to a dull warmth, and my heart rate gradually slows.

It’s honestly one of the tamer fantasies I’ve had about her, but I came so hard and so fast because I let myself slip into the memory of earlier today, and it felt so fucking real.

“Fuck,” I breathe, softening cock still in hand as I push to my feet and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Once I’ve sorted myself out, I pick up my phone and sit back down on my bed. Cate and I exchanged numbers on the first day, but I haven’t used hers. Until now.

Alex: How’s the ankle feeling?

I don’t need to be texting her, but I can’t help myself. I can’t get enough of her.

Instantly, three small dots appear, and I know I’m grinning like an idiot. Like a man possessed.

Maybe because I am. I’m consumed with Cate. I didn’t even know she existed a week ago, something that feels unfathomable to me.

I’ve never felt this way in my life. Ever. And every day, I wake up, thinking that my obsession with her can’t get worse. But it does. Every day, I sink deeper. Every day, I fall farther.

Cate: Much better, thanks.

Alex: I hope you’re keeping it elevated and icing it.

Cate: I promise that I am.

Alex: And make sure you take more ibuprofen before bed.

Cate: Yes, sir.

Depraved asshole that I am, I almost type out the words I prefer Daddy over sir, but catch myself in time.

Alex: Good girl.

The three little dots appear and disappear so many times I lose count. Hope wars with worry inside me as I wonder what it is she’s trying to say. Hope that maybe she wants me even a fraction as much as I want her. Worry that she can tell I’m hopelessly gone for her and she’s trying to let me down gently.

Her end goes quiet, and I tell myself that’s a good thing. I repeat my litany of reasons why nothing beyond a professional relationship and a platonic friendship can happen between us.

She’s twenty. I’m thirty-two. If I were her father, I’d punch me in the face.

We’re just starting a new partnership, and it’s going well. Anything sexual or romantic could strain it, and then where does that leave us?

My phone chimes and my heart leaps into my throat as I pick it up.

Cate: 3 See you tomorrow for off-ice training. Sleep well!

Alex: See you tomorrow.