CHAPTER 16
LUCY
How did this man know how to pull an orgasm from my body better than I could? The way he rammed his fingers un-apologetically into me and then slowly dragged them out over and over again made me want to cry with ecstasy. Fuck his cock, I could live on his fingers alone.
I sucked in large breaths after taking my bite from his bicep. I had to hold onto him any way I could and my teeth, mashed into his skin, sent me over the edge. But now I couldn't get enough air.
My grip on the counter and his hair softened and I slowly felt us both sitting down.
Sasha could no longer stand. I could no longer stand.
Our feet were tangled in our pants stuck around our ankles.
He half pulled me on top of him as he laid flat but my left hip felt the cold tile floor.
His cock, still wet from all we did, slid from between my legs and left a wet streak against my hip.
I grabbed it, sticky and starting to soften. I wanted to hold it and feel it relax.
Sasha gasped as I pulled.
“Sorry. Do you want me to stop?” I was breathless.
“No. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want to me, Lucy. My body is yours.” His voice rattled, no longer strong, but completely spent after a hard night on the ice and an earth-shattering moment in the kitchen.
“I guess you are Lucy's Bitch.” I whispered. Euphoria took a hold of me and I was loopy.
“Absolutely.” His arm moved from splayed out onto the floor to my exposed breast, holding onto it for dear life.
We laid there for a while, just breathing. I held his dick in my hand reveling in the softness of it. Enjoying the power of his words. Whatever I wanted and whenever I wanted.
My bra was practically strangling me as it was still hooked together, just pulled up. I tried to pull at it but the awkward angle I was at prevented me from reaching it. I couldn't get my feet up from under me because of the tangled pants.
“Can you put your feet in my pants so I can pull my feet out? Then we can get up.” Sasha could tell we were tangled like a game of twister.
“I think so.”
I pushed down on his pants as he brought his knee up and freed himself. He sat up with me on top of him, pushed off some sort of counter and in one fluid motion we were standing.
“Whoa.” I lost my footing as my pants were still wrapped around my ankles.
“I got you.” He kissed my neck and started to walk me to the guest bathroom off the kitchen.
There was cum everywhere. On my pants, a spot on my shirt, my underwear and me. I hated this part. Before sex I couldn't care less. During sex I was all for it everywhere. The clean up after was the worst.
Sasha propped me at the sink and bent down to help me out of my pants.
He threw my articles of clothing, one by one, in a pile with his on the bathroom floor.
We were standing in front of the mirror, leaning on each other in the haze of after sex.
Sasha grabbed a small rolled up washcloth from the basket on a shelf and started to run it under the warm water.
I closed my eyes as he washed me down.
“Oh. Thank you. ” I whispered.
I think it was a combination of the lust, the sex, the anger, the exhaustion and the stress that finally took me. I could have fallen asleep right then and woken up a week later. He was so gentle, making sure all the mess was washed away before even taking care of himself.
For a moment he stopped, ran the wash cloth under the water again and rung it out as his hips pinned me up. He was motionless, with only his hand placed on my stomach.
“Look at me.” His voice rang in my ear.
I opened my eyes lazily and saw him in the mirror as he stood behind me.
He began to wash again, dipping the washcloth between my legs without breaking eye contact. Every part of my body was tingling, wet and warm. He wanted to see the pleasure on my face with every stroke.
“And I didn't hurt you in any way?” Our eyes caught in the mirror.
“Not at all.” I grabbed my stomach then, still in a bit of shock that anything was in there that wasn't supposed to be.
“Can I feel it?” Sasha threw the washcloth in the sink.
“Um, yeah.” I took his hand and pressed it low below my bellybutton. “Do you feel that hardness there?”
He nodded his head.
“Yeah, I noticed it about a month ago.” My stomach growled and my eyebrows shot up in embarrassment.
“Was that your stomach?” He laughed and caught my face in the mirror.
“Yes!” I reached down and grabbed the washcloth then spun slowly to him.
I wasn't about to let him clean himself.
I wanted to touch every inch of his body.
He was chiseled and after what we did the skin was tout over his muscles.
His body was wide, beefy almost, and the light trail of hair that covered his pecks and ran down to his dick nearly did me in.
I wanted to kiss from his chest back to his cock but if I didn't eat real food I might pass out.
“That feels so good.” His head tipped back.
“I like taking care of you.” I leaned in and kissed his chest.
His hands found my hair as he tilted my face up to his and kissed me. So sweetly, so gently is made my body warm.
“This mouth.” He smirked and shook his head back and forth. “Is going to be the death of me.”
“I hope not. I'm going to need you to do that again. After I've recuperated.” I laughed as he pulled me closer.
“Go in my top drawer of my dresser in the bedroom and find some pajamas while I heat up dinner.” Sasha took the cloth from me, turned me towards the door and patted my ass. “Hurry up before I eat that pussy and make you wait, we both know you hate that.”
“You're right, I do hate that.” I giggled and ran from him.
The room was dark and once I turned on the lights all I wanted to do was lay in his bed and pass out.
But I needed food. And I didn't want the night to end.
I wanted to stay up until the sun rose in his arms, talking about life when the world was asleep and we felt like the only two people left awake.
There was something connecting the two of us.
Sure, the orgasms were amazing, but the way he made me feel as a woman, as a human being, as Lucy, was much stronger than I expected from some guy I met on the ice.
I opened his top drawer and found a bunch of old T-shirts and some shorts, a pair of long johns and jerseys with his name on them. I could have done the cliché thing and gone out with nothing but his number, but he might have been expecting that. I picked the most comfortable out of it all.
“Who are the Texas Two-Steps?” I padded out into the kitchen in big socks, waffle weave long johns and a ratty T-shirt with the teams logo on it.
I was the definition of un-sexy. But it all felt so good to my body that was wrecked.
I could still fuck like I was twenty, but my body recovered like I was thirty-two.
My lower back was starting to throb with how I got twisted like a pretzel in the kitchen.
“Oh, shit.” He almost dropped the plate of meatballs. “You look so good in my clothes.”
“I look like a raga muffin, but this was the softest to the touch.” I scooted up to the bar to see Sasha in boxer briefs with a spoon covered in sauce in his hand. A little self-conscience about my boobs not being in a bra even if they had been in his mouth before.
“Well, you look good. The Two-Steps were my old team before I got brought up to the NHL when I was twenty. It was the best time playing. So seeing you in that shirt over all the others is, damn. Are you OK with meatballs? Sorry I should have asked if you wanted to go out or order in.”
“OK, now I want to hear about your twenties. I don't want to go anywhere or do anything. I am in my pj's and when I'm in my pj's, plans are canceled.”
“Noted.” He smirked.
“Do you need help?” I went to stand from the counter but Sasha pointed the spoon at me and threatened me to sit back down.
I held up my hands in a joking defeat.
“I've got a salad all made too. Well, I didn't make it, my mom made the salad and the team made the meatballs, but I am warming them up.” He shrugged.
“The team feeds you?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Sometimes, but I can cook. Ouch.” He nearly dropped a burning meatball on the counter. “You want to pick out a movie while I get this ready?” Sasha pointed over to the living room and the giant wall of DVDs.
I sauntered over to check out the selection. “DVD's huh? I didn't realize you were a movie nerd. But I should have with your Goonie shirt.”
“I know. I'm old fashioned according to Jonesy. Kids now a days just download everything. But what if the internet goes out? I don't understand it and, yikes, I sound old to myself right now.”
I laughed and tilted my head to read all the titles.
Lots of sports movies, action films and sci fi.
But some surprising titles like Pride and Prejudice, The English Patient and Dirty Dancing.
But that was Sasha. He was a typical rough hockey guy, but on the inside he was sweet, kind, caring and a bit of a romantic.
I didn't forget about the furniture museum idea just hours before, nor the skating on the ice and the damn candy cane.
I came to a short section of very specific films. “Miracle, The Mighty Ducks, Mystery Alaska, Slap Shot.” I spoke out loud. “The Cutting Edge, Sarge?”
His ears perked up. “Have you seen it?” He started to dish out salad.
“I would drop you in a second for D.B. Sweeny.” I put my hand on my hip and gave him a look.
“Lucifer, I would drop you in a second for D.B. Sweeny. That man is a damn stud.”
I let out a loud cackling laugh. His expression caught me so off guard that I couldn't contain my joy.
“Wow.” Sasha stared at me.
I covered my mouth quickly, knowing I was being too loud and crazy. “Sorry.”
“You have a great laugh, you know that?”
“No, my mother says I cackle like a witch.”