8
Josh
Fuck, I can’t catch my breath. I don't think I’ve ever come that hard before. Ever. Or as fast, for that matter. I’ve always been able to hold out, but this woman, fuck, her pussy squeezing my cock felt too good, I couldn’t control it. My only saving grace was that she came with me.
I flop back on the bed beside Olivia. She's breathing softly with a sweet smile on her face, looking up at me sleepily.
“You okay, beautiful?" I ask.
“Oh I'm more than okay.”
“Stay here, I'll be back in a minute.” I say, getting up from the bed.
I've never been one to be self conscious about my body, mainly because 1.
I know how good I look. I'm not trying to be arrogant but it's fact, and 2.
I get naked in a room full of men basically every day, so walking around this apartment-
Okay, wait I just heard it. Ugh, nevermind. Scratch that last comment.
I roll my eyes at myself, heading to the bathroom.
I grab a pink washcloth, hanging over the edge of the bath. I run the hot tap until it burns my skin and place the washcloth underneath.
Squeezing the excess water back into the sink, I make my way back to my girl. She's so beautiful lying on her bed, hair fanned around her, naked. That flush is still on her skin. I sit on the bottom of the bed and gently part her legs. She gasps at my touch.
“What are you doing?” She questions me.
“Just cleaning you up, pretty girl.” The spark that was missing from her eyes when I first got here is back and brighter than ever.
Her thighs are slick with my release and her pussy is pink and swollen. The sight is stirring feelings in me and I can feel my cock harden against my stomach.
I gently move the washcloth between her folds, feeling her shiver under my touch. After cleaning her thighs, I throw the washcloth in the hamper in the corner of the room and climb into bed beside Olivia again. She presses her warm back against my front, my arm slinging over her body.
She has a tattoo at the side of her ribs, snaking slightly around her back. I trace the feather with my finger causing Olivia to squirm against me. “What does this mean?”
She presses into me harder, grabbing my arm and wrapping it around her, interlocking our fingers.
“I got it when I first moved here. Sash convinced me. She kept telling me that I needed to remember that I was free. That Ryan didn’t have a hold on me anymore.
” She breathes softly in my arms, the steady rise and fall of her chest a comforting feeling.
“There’s no reminder more permanent than a tattoo. ”
“You haven't told me much about him. Was he really so terrible”?
“He wasn't abusive or anything like that.” Thank God. “He was just very controlling. It was something I couldn't see until after I had left. Sasha tried to tell me but it’s like I couldn't hear her. I wish I had listened sooner.”
I run my fingers up and down her arm trying to bring her some sense of comfort. “What did he do that was controlling?”
“He chose what I wore, decided what I ate, if he did something wrong he would always twist it until I believed it was my fault.” My muscles tighten around her, concern and anger twisting in my gut. “Relax, Josh. I got out. I’m here now and I am happier than I have ever been.”
She snuggles up next to me as I bring her comforter up to cover our naked bodies.
“Good night, Josh.” She yawns softly and moves in closer to me.
I plant a kiss on the side of her head, closing my eyes and basking in this feeling. “Good night, beautiful.”
We didn't sleep for long. A few hours after dozing off, I was woken by the feel of Olivia’s hand tracing circles down my stomach.
I gripped her tighter, letting her know I was awake.
She looked up for confirmation and from there, moved down between my legs where she sucked me off so good, I came down her throat.
We stayed up for hours talking. I didn't know it was possible to talk to someone for so long and not get bored but I could listen to this girl's voice all day and never tire of it.
Not long after that I found my head buried between her legs again. Making her come undone is my new favorite hobby. The way her whole body goes still right before she comes. The sounds she makes when she reaches her release. She's unreal.
It's 7am before she finally falls back to sleep. I let her know I'm going to an early morning training session but I'll call her later.
She's on my mind the whole drive to the stadium. She's the most perfect woman I've ever met and I'm not ashamed to admit that.
During our conversation through the night, we've decided to keep what's going on between us to ourselves.
She doesn't want to risk her new job working for the team, and I don't wanna disappoint my aunt.
For now, all anyone has to know is we agreed not to see each other.
They don't need to know what happens behind closed doors.
“Hey, Cap.” Knight calls out to me as I climb out of my car.
“Hey man, what's up?”
“How come you didn't come out last night?” The whole team had agreed to meet at a sports bar downtown to watch the Chicago v Toronto game. Toronto is the team to beat this season and we’re up against them in a few weeks.
“Must have forgotten.” I reply, which isn't entirely untrue. After things started happening with Olivia, I did forget.
“Oh yeah? We called you. How come you didn't pick up?” He questions.
“Uhh, I must have been sleeping.” I scratch the back of my neck, not looking him in the eye. I've been known to wear my emotions on my face and I'd rather he not pick up on the fact that I'm lying.
“You son of a bitch. You got laid, didn't you?” Well shit. I smirk at him. No point in hiding it now. He just doesn't need to know who. “You lucky fucker. How was it? Who was it?” Nosey as always.
“It was…” Hide the smile, Josh. “Yeah, it was good. You don't know her.”
“You gonna see her again?”
“Yeah, I think I will.”
“Must have been a good lay then.” He laughs and I join in. If only he knew.
A moment later, we walk into the locker room where most of the guys are already changing.
“Sup, Matthews.” I say to my friend, setting my bag on the bench.
“Hey, Cap. Wait…” He looks me up and down. “You got laid.” It's not a question.
I give him a how the fuck do you know look and he shrugs. “Same clothes as yesterday, messy hair, hell, you're practically glowing.”
“Shut the fuck up. I'm not glowing. You sound like a woman.”
“Must just be spending too much time with them lately, if you know what I mean.” He gestures down to ‘Little Con’ which is what he has named his junk and I cringe.
“Yeah, I'm pretty sure we all know what you mean.”
Thirty minutes later, we’re running drills on the ice and I notice Katherine, department head of marketing, talking to Coach. She's never down here. Not this early in the morning anyway. She says one last thing to Coach before turning on her heel and walking back towards the offices.
“Ladies!” Coach’s voice booms across the rink. We all stop our drills and look over at him. “We have a visitor coming in soon for a tour. I hope you'll all be on your best behaviour and make her feel welcome.”
“Yes, Coach.” We all say in unison.
“Good. Back to it.” We go about our drills again. Me, Michaelson and Matthews are passing the puck to one another, trying to perfect our skills for our up and coming game.
“Does anyone know who this guest is?” Michaelson asks. I shrug in response but Matthews speaks up.
“As long as she's hot and DTF, I don't care who she is.”
“DTF?” I question him.
“Down to fuck, duh.” I should have known. The man is incapable of thinking about anything other than women, sex and hockey.
By 9am, me and the team are already covered in sweat, and I'm exhausted. No sleep with hockey practice isn't the best mix but it was so worth it.
We’re all chilling on the benches, having a cool down before getting back at it, when we hear Katherine’s voice float through the stadium.
“So this is where all the magic happens. When you're here, this is where you'll be.” She's holding the door open to the person behind her. I wonder who it could be? Spending time down at the rink, not many people do that apart from the players and Coach.
“The moment of truth.” Matthews says, excitement in his voice. I look over at him in disbelief. “Oh yes, that is one hot piece of ass.” He exclaims. The other boys whistle, elbowing each other the way guys do.
When I catch sight of our new ‘guest’, my eyes almost bug out of my head. My girl’s here. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. I stand from my position, ready to make my way over to her when I remember I can't. We don't know each other here. We can't.
“Boys, come say hello.” I swear I've never seen this team move so fast on the ice before. We make our way over to where Coach is standing with Katherine and Olivia.
“Gentlemen,” Katherine greets us, “this is our new team photographer, Olivia.” She places her hand on Olivia's arm. “Olivia, this is the team.”
Her eyes roam over all of us and I can see it on her face that she's trying not to look at me.
“I’m sure you'll learn names as we go but I will introduce you to the Florida Flames’ Captain.” What a lucky fucker, getting to be personally introduced to my girl…
“Josh?” Oh shit, that's me.
“Sorry, Kat, got in my head a bit there.”
“Yeah I bet he did. Thinking of that girl from last night, Cap?” Matthews laughs and I groan.
“Shut up, man.” I look over at Olivia, who has a blush spreading up her cheeks.
“Behave boys.” Coach says, raising his voice slightly. Sometimes I feel like we're a bunch of school kids getting told off by our head teacher.
I make my way toward my girl, sticking my hand out in greeting. “Olivia, was it?” I ask, trying to appear as casual as possible.
She places her hand in mine and gives it a rough squeeze, reminding me of last night when she had her hand wrapped around my cock. “Yes, Olivia. And you are?”
My cheeks hurt from trying to suppress the smile. “Josh Woods.”
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Captain.” Oh fuck. Hearing her call me Captain in that sultry voice has sent the blood rushing south. The smirk planted on her lips tells me she knows exactly what she's doing.
Matthews, all but shoves me out of the way, grabbing Olivia’s hand and planting a slobbery kiss on the back of it.
“Hey baby, I'm Conor.” I swear to God if he doesn't let go of her hand, I'll snap his in two.
“It's a real pleasure to meet you.” He winks at her, emphasis on the pleasure.
Looks like I'll be spending the rest of my morning trying to gouge his eyes out of his skull.
Matthews pulls my girl close, whispering something in her ear.
Something that I'm pretty sure will make me want to rip his throat out while I'm playing ping pong with his eyeballs. I catch sight of his hand slowly inching lower down Ollie’s back. I’m gonna kill the fucker.
I'm about to move in when my girl releases herself from his grip, takes her hand out of his, and makes a show of wiping his slobber on his practice jersey. “It’s nice to meet you too, Conor.” She smiles innocently at him, lowering her voice so not many can hear.
“But touch me like that again and I'll show you how I use hockey sticks.”
The guys close enough to hear whistle and laugh and Matthews’ face turns the same shade as a tomato.
Shit, this woman. Full of surprises. I huff a laugh, proud of my girl. She doesn't need me protecting her around here.
After that, a few more of the guys say hello, respectfully, might I add. “Right boys, back to it.” Coach calls. “It’s nice to meet you, Olivia. I'm looking forward to working with you.”
“One more thing while I have everyone's attention.” Katherine says, wrapping her arm around Olivia’s shoulder and smiles at us.
“I’m only going to say this once. No one and I mean no one,” she looks towards Knight and Matthews, “will be going anywhere near this one.” She squeezes Olivia tight, who looks like she wants to be swallowed into the ground.
“She’s a good girl. She doesn't need to be corrupted by your…
excuse my French here but… your shit. I know what you boys are like.
We don't need anymore scandals where staff are concerned, so keep it in your pants. Got it?”
We all nod in unison. Trying to hide my smile I look away, if only she knew.
“I'm sure Cap here will keep you all in line.” Shit.
“Yes, ma’am.” I salute her.
Damn, I'm in dangerous territory here. With one last wink in Olivia's direction when no one is looking, I skate back to my teammates, gathering our gloves and helmets.
Getting back onto the ice, Michaelson appears at my side. “You didn't." He says, a look that says ‘are you shitting me’ on his face.
“What are you talking about?” I question him.
“Don’t give me that, Josh. What happened to ending it?”
“We did end it.”
“Really? Because you were practically undressing each other over there. You had that I saw you naked last night look on your face.”
“Fuck. Do you think anyone noticed?”
“Considering everyone else couldn't keep their eyes off her, I'd say you're in the clear. For now.”
I run my hands through my hair. “I went over to her place last night to end it, but I couldn't. I know it would be best but Daniel, I can't end this with her. She's perfect. She's unbelievable and she wants me too. How can we stop this now when it's barely even started?”
“All I'm saying here is, be careful. I've never seen you act like this with a girl before. I don't want to see you get hurt.”
“She’s worth it.”
“As long as you're sure, Cap. Just think about it.”
But I've already thought about it and I know there's no going back now.