20. Grey
Grey
U nder my hands, Ellie’s body shivered with fear, cold, or delight, I wasn’t sure which. Even so, she lay on her back, her legs spread wide, her dark muff an enticing shadow in the candle’s dim light. I controlled my lust filled urge to thrust my throbbing cock deep into her slick love tunnel, cautioning myself to pleasure her first.
I settled over Ellie’s lower half and licked her clit, thrusting two fingers into her pussy. She thrashed, bucking her hips into my mouth, moaning and hissing between her clenched teeth. Her fingers tangled into my hair hard enough to hurt, pulling in her throes of pleasure.
“Oh, God,” Ellie groaned, “stop-stop! I can’t take it; I can’t take any more.”
I lifted my face, my chin dripping with her cum. “You want me to stop?”
“Stop, and I’ll kill you.”
Chuckling under my breath, I dove back in, eating her out, teasing her, holding her hips still, bringing her to her first orgasm. Her pussy gushed her arousal onto my tongue, both sweet and salty, Ellie’s own tasty flavor. I breathed in the musky scents of sex and sweat, felt my dick harden further as it sought to climax far too soon.
Desperately thinking of anything nonsexual, I rose to my hands and knees. Ellie lifted her head to watch as I stood up, then took her hands. She made no protest while I urged her to kneel on the couch, her slender body bent over its back. I caressed her silken skin over her back and butt, anticipating my first thrust into her hot, wet pussy.
“C’mon,” Ellie groaned. “Do me.”
I pulled her backward while spreading her thighs. She glanced at me over her shoulder, her hair falling in thick waves over her shoulders. I gripped her hips in both hands and plunged my cock deep into her honey pot. I groaned through my teeth as her hot pussy seized my shaft, clamping down upon it like a vise.
Riding her slick juices, I thrust hard and fast. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her bared throat. Ellie’s second orgasm shook her entire body, her sharp gasps and cries rising over the screaming wind outside her apartment.
I wanted it to last. I fought against my own rising explosion, seeking to hold it back, knowing far too well I couldn’t. I hissed through my teeth, a long groan locked in my throat. My cock spurted into Ellie’s pussy, my climax ripping through me with waves upon waves of sweet sensations. The exquisite and sharp pleasure, almost an agony, spun my head with vertigo.
I pumped into her in long slow strokes, wringing as much sweet sensuality as I could. Prolonging our union for as long as I could.
Ellie’s quivering body all but fell out from under me. I dismounted and sat, breathing hard, on the couch. I pulled her onto my naked lap, her hair spilling over my chest and shoulders as she huddled in my arms. Despite the warmth of her apartment, the outside chill seeped through the windows under the wind’s terrific force.
“I’m cold,” Ellie murmured.
“Me, too. Let’s go to bed.”
Under her thick blankets and comforter, I spooned Ellie, my arm around her still flat belly. She hadn’t begun to show a baby bump yet. Within a few weeks, though, she would. I caressed her soft skin, fervently hoping the child within her was mine.
“I love you,” I whispered against her hair.
“I love you, too.”
I tightened my arm around her. “We’ll raise this baby together, right? Whether I’m the father or not?”
Ellie twisted in my arms to meet my gaze in the darkness. “Colton will believe the baby is his, Grey. As soon as he finds out I’m pregnant.”
“Yeah. He will.”
“He doesn’t know about us. How can we make sure he doesn’t ever know?”
“Ellie,” I said softly, “he’ll know soon enough. I won’t hide from him. Nor can you.”
“What will he do?”
“What can he do? He lost you because of his arrogance and stupidity. He can hardly blame you for moving on.”
She shifted in my arms to face away from me. “You’re right. He’ll just have to accept us being together.”
“And that he has a sibling growing inside you.”
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “I can hardly wait to see his face when he learns I’m carrying his little brother or sister.”
“He’ll take it hard at first,” I murmured. “He’s as bullheaded as I am. Still, this might help him to grow up. Be a man for our sake.”
“I think that’s like asking the snow to not be cold.”
“He’s not that bad, is he?”
“He’s worse.”
***
By morning, the storm had passed on. Lying awake with Ellie still asleep in my arms, I listened to the faint roar of snowplows clearing the streets. Unwilling to get up, warm and content to lie in bed with her, I pondered our dilemma.
Colton.
My son and her ex.
What would he do when he found out about Ellie and I?
When my thoughts grew too troubled to permit me to lie still, I rose from the bed without waking Ellie. Walking naked to her bathroom, I showered, and tried to push my thoughts of Colton’s possible reaction from my mind.
He’ll just have to accept it. He doesn’t have a choice.
Ellie was still asleep when I ambled, damp and cold, to the living room in search of my clothes. I dressed quickly and dug my cell from my pocket.
Sure enough, I’d received a brief text. Practice at three.
That meant arriving at the rink by no later than one-thirty. And with the roads still under heavy piles of snow, I’d need to add an extra hour of travel time.
“Do you hafta leave?” a sleepy voice murmured.
Garbed in a fluffy robe, her hair deliciously disheveled, Ellie ambled, yawning, into the room. Fresh from bed, still smelling of musky sex, she hugged me. I stroked down her tangled hair, thinking she’d never be so beautiful than when she first wakes up.
“Yeah,” I said, unfortunately. “Duty calls.”
Ellie stifled her yawn against my chest. “I’d have to kick you out anyway. Gotta work.”
“Can I at least have a cup of coffee before you toss me through the door?”
“Sure.” She shuffled toward the bathroom. “You make it while I shower.”
I was on my second cup when Ellie emerged from her bedroom, dressed in jeans and a wooly sweater, her hair wet and falling down her back in a dark river. She poured herself a mug, then sat with me at her small linoleum table. We sat in comfortable silence for a while, drinking the brew that enabled us to begin the day.
“Call me later?” she asked after a while.
I nodded. “Sure. Want me to come back tonight?”
Ellie drank from her mug. “You’d better not.” She stifled a laugh. “You know what’ll happen, and I won’t get a damn thing done.”
Too content to start an argument over Ellie moving in with me and quitting her freelance job, I stood to set my cup in the sink. Ellie tilted her head back for a kiss. Of course, I obliged her.
“Don’t work too hard.”
“You either. Stay safe out there.”
“Will do.”
I grabbed my coat and pulled it on, fetching my gloves from my pockets. “I’ll brush the snow off your car, in case you need to go anywhere.”
Ellie smiled. “You’re so sweet.”
“I do try.”
My breath frosted in the deep cold as I crossed the parking lot. Snow and ice created a heavy crust on the windows of both cars. Other apartment dwellers, in suits and dresses, also cleared their vehicles, engines blowing cloudy vapors into the frigid air.
I was glad I took the extra time to drive to the rink. The roads, despite the plows, were icy enough to skate on. My fellow commuters crept the streets at a crawl, careful not to hit the brakes too hard and skid into one another. More fortunate than the idiots who thought four-wheel drive meant no sliding on ice, I made it to the arena with my car intact.
“All right, ladies,” Coach bawled in the locker room. “I hope you enjoyed your day off because now it’s time to skate.”
And skate we did. For four hours, we chased the puck, slammed into one another, and swore like sailors. All the while, Coach bellowed and cussed, demanding more effort, more speed. With the upcoming playoffs in mind, we worked as a team, practiced the plays over and over until we could skate them in our sleep.
Worn out and in pain from overworked muscles and stiff bruises, I drooped in the shower, and daydreamed about retirement. All around me, Vipers laughed, told one another obscene jokes, made fun of one another’s dicks. I let the crudity wash around and over me like the hot water that sluiced over my body.
“You been putting that thing to good use?”
Steve smirked, glancing down at my pecker before meeting my gaze again.
“Why would I tell you if I was?” I snapped.
“Aren’t you banging that cutie you brought to Boston?” he asked, still grinning slyly.
A momentary murderous thought of Devon spilling his guts came to my mind, then departed just as quickly. Steve was on a fishing expedition. Devon hadn’t told him, or anyone else, about Ellie and me.
At least I hope he hasn’t.
“No. I’m not,” I said.
“Too bad,” Steve went on, soaping himself up. “She’s a hottie.”
“If you got laid once in a while,” I commented dryly, “you wouldn’t have to live vicariously through someone else’s sex life.”
“He can’t get laid,” Eddie called, laughing. “No chick wants a pencil dick in her. She won’t be able to feel it.”
Steve flushed a dark red. “Shut your piehole, asswipe, because you can’t even get it up.”
Eddie cupped his cock and shook it at Steve. “Come here and suck it. Then you’ll see it up and strong.”
Amid the laughter and snide comments, I shut the spray off and toweled the excess water from my hair and skin. “You should really learn to keep your mouth shut.”
Steve scowled. “Eat my dingus.”
“Sorry, I prefer a real man’s dick in my mouth.”
That brought another round of hooting laughter and even a smattering of applause. Under Steve’s savage expression, I caught Devon’s quick wink and grin. My towel tied around my hips; I dragged my fingers through my hair to loosen the tangles.
“Cheer up, Steve,” I said lightly. “Someday your balls will drop.”
“I’m gonna kill you, Aldine.”
I tsked. “Wassa matta? Can’t take a joke? Maybe you should grow up.”
“Fuck you.”
Turning my back on him, I strode amid the still laughing Vipers toward my locker. I’d scarcely left the shower area when an assistant coach yelled my name over the raucous laughter.
“Aldine! You’re wanted.”
I paused, glancing at him, puzzled. “By whom?”
“The big kahuna,” the assistant replied. “He’s upstairs, waiting on you. Get dressed, I don’t think he wants to see you naked.”
“All right.”
The laughter and jests died away as I walked to my locker. Being summoned to the brass’s office wasn’t necessarily a good thing. As the team’s owner, Mr. Owen Teasdale, only called a player to his office to give him the shaft, I slowly dressed with trepidation churning in my gut.
Did I do something wrong? What could I have done to piss him off?
Striding past me to his own locker, Steve glared balefully. “Now you’re dead, Aldine. You fucked around and found out.”
“Kiss my ass,” I threw back.
Under the concerned stares of my teammates, I shut my locker. Accepting a few slaps to my back as I walked toward the assistant coach, I joined him at the door that led to the offices upstairs.
And climbed them to my fate.