Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
I 'm obsessed. I thought I was before, but nothing compares to the rabid feeling I have now. Call me a believer because watching Maci come apart on my fingers is my new religion. I will be the most devout man on Earth if she is my church and steeple. I meant what I said to her on the ice. She consented to be mine, and I won’t relent now. Everything I ever wanted was falling into place and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.
I had dropped Maci off at her apartment after a long make-out session in my truck. I wanted to haul her upstairs and edge her until she begged me to fuck her, but couldn’t dive in headfirst too soon. My sunshine would spook, even if she could handle me full force. Maci begged me to tell Jackson. She didn’t want to be the one to broach the subject. I wouldn’t say that I entirely agreed. The two of them needed to talk.
Leaning back against my headboard, I watched Maci in her apartment. She was singing Taylor Swift, which meant she was happy. She hasn’t played it since before the accident. I smiled, knowing the reason she was singing Cruel Summer at the to p of her lungs was likely me. Plus, she was currently only in her panties. Licking my lips, I watched her strip out of her skating gear at the door. Watching her sway and swish her hips gave me ideas I wanted to try out later.
I had been nervous earlier when approaching Maci. She’d been so out of it. Her reaction to my proposition could’ve gone one of two ways. Maci had been an enigma to me and for the longest time, she wouldn’t give me the time of day. Things had changed and despite that, would she see me more than Jackson’s idiotic best friend? It had been a failsafe persona, but now that I got to show her the real me—at least the pieces of it I was ready for her to know — there was no switching back. I was all in for Maci Rae and I would make sure she stayed on the straight and narrow. She didn’t need all the bullshit she used to dull the pain. She had me now. I would be her tequila-Vicodin cocktail.
I imagined shoving my cock down her throat, begging me to touch her. I would hold her hair in my fist and fuck her mouth until tears streamed down her cheeks. She wouldn’t even think about how alcohol made her feel after having a taste of my cock. Every time she gagged, I would remind her how much better I was than the pills. Forcing her to take every inch of me and not relenting until my release shot down her throat.
I groaned at the image in my mind mixed with the visual of Maci on my screen. She moved into her bedroom and was digging through her nightstand drawer. I knew exactly what she kept hidden there. Pulling out a purple vibrator, I gaped at the size. Fuck me. It was huge. Did she know I would rail her way better than that silicone? Maci laid herself down on her bed and spread her legs. She was a sight to behold, laying there on her teal cotton sheets with her black lacy thong contrasting with her milk colored skin. My cock swelled watching her tease herself. She pinched her nipples, a loud, illici t moan coming from her pretty pink lips. Her mouth was open in a small ‘o’ shape as her pleasure became apparent. Her hands trailed down her torso, running up and down the velvety skin in slow circles. Goosebumps pimpled her arms, aching. I gripped my cock and pumped. Seeing her in such a vulnerable position was a rush. No one else had been privy to such a sight and no one else ever would.
I was already on the verge of coming from the mental image of her choking on my cock, but watching her take the vibrator to her clit made me guttural. Her hips rose off the bed and an audible groan emitted from deep down within my chest. Maci’s bit her lip and changed positions. Slowly, she plunged the vibrator into her pussy. Even through the screen, her desire was apparent. Her lips glistened as she moved the vibrator in and out, adjusting the position for maximum pleasure.
“Come on baby, show me how that makes you come,” I whispered, continuing to pump my dick.
Maci mewled, working her hips against the vibrator. The sound was sweet on her tongue. The desire to be the one to drive her wild skyrocketed within me. Her cadence increased, and she was about to cum. My balls tightened, and I bit my lip. I was about to blow my load. Matching my pace to her own, satisfaction tore through me when we both came at the same time. Listening to Maci make the same noises as she did on my hand earlier was icing on the cake of my night.
I was glad the rest of Hockey House was out at the Pub right now for dinner. Most guys didn’t come barging into rooms without knocking for fear of seeing a teammate jerking it like I was, but I wouldn’t put it past Jackson to do it. He has zero filter and could give two shits if you were balls deep in a chick. He was going to come in and do whatever he was determined to do. I had seen him once give a teammate an entire lecture on kitchen etiquette while the guy railed a puck bunny .
Closing my laptop, I cleaned myself up with some tissues from my nightstand. Thoughts of Maci followed me the entire way to the shower. Soon, this would be a normal occurrence between Maci and me. No cameras needed .