Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
SILAS
Silas: What are you up to?
Ollie: I’m in class right now, pretending to take notes on my computer. In reality, I’m texting you and looking through an article about the type of training you do.
Silas: Why read an article when you can ask me?
Ollie: I can’t just have one source. It’s good to have multiple. Also, I’m bored out of my mind and didn’t know what you were doing, so this was an easy thing to do to keep my mind sharp.
Silas: Keeping your mind sharp should include paying attention in class.
Ollie: Uh-huh, and how often did you pay attention?
Silas: Often enough.
Ollie: For some reason, I don’t buy it. I feel like you fucked around a lot.
Silas: Nah, I liked learning about muscles and shit. It was the gen-ed classes that nearly destroyed me.
Ollie: A waste of time if you ask me. No geography class would convince me to change my major. That’s for damn sure.
Silas: It was English lit for me.
Ollie: Was it because they weren’t reading Harry Potter?
Silas: Pretty much.
Ollie: What are you doing?
Silas: Just got done warming up my legs. Now watching Posey eat a bologna sandwich, and I’m utterly disgusted.
Ollie: I think he needs a woman.
Silas: I think there might be one, but I can’t be sure. Ever since the bar, he’s been a bit off.
Ollie: You mean “oye, my dick” off?
Silas: I’m so fucking glad I told you that was Posey.
Ollie: I’m still on the fence about that.
* * *
“How are things with Ollie?” Pacey asks quietly as we sit on the bus, heading back to our hotel. We’re staying an extra night in Vegas, then traveling to Arizona tomorrow morning.
“Good. I, uh, I told her everything that happened with Sarah.”
“How did she handle it?”
“Really well. It felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders.”
“So you feel better? You’re going for it?”
My phone buzzes in my hand with a text message from her.
“Yeah. She makes me feel good. She oddly makes me feel whole.”
“That’s good, man,” Pacey says. “I can feel your relief. I feel like you’ve been carrying around this heavy weight for the past few years, and now it seems like you’re not alone in carrying it.”
“I’m not,” I say as I glance down at her text.
Ollie: Congrats on the win. Call me when you get to the hotel.
* * *
“Do you always win this much?” Ollie asks as she lies in front of her phone. She told me she got a tripod to hold her phone so she doesn’t have to hold it while she talks to me. And from the view I have down her sports bra, I agree it was an amazing purchase.
“We’re champions, babe. That’s what we do.”
“Ooo, look at you all cocky.”
“You have to be, or else you’re eaten alive out there on the ice.”
“This might be a stupid question, but have you gotten in any fights?”
“More than I can probably remember. It always happens. Tension runs high during games, and hockey is already a physical sport.”
“Well, I don’t like that. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“To get hurt, you have to lose the fight. I don’t lose.”
“You’re oddly turning me on.”
“Yeah?” I ask with a lift of my brow.
“Yeah, but it could also be from sitting here, staring at you without a shirt on. Seriously, Silas, your body is incredible.”
“Thanks, babe.”
“And I haven’t been able to properly explore it the way that I want to.” She playfully pouts.
“Whose fault is that?”
“Yours,” she says in an accusing tone. “If you had opened up a little sooner, you’d already know what it feels like to be inside me.”
“Babe, don’t torture me.”
“You realize I love sex, right? I love the feeling of an orgasm, and I haven’t had many delivered by men. Yonny is the only other guy who’s been inside me. And he wasn’t super into anything, not even my mouth.”
“I would give up my entire savings to have your mouth on my cock right now.”
“Me too,” she says while she wets her lips. “God, I’m so on edge right now. I need you, Silas.” She sits up and lifts her sports bra over her head, revealing her tits.
“Fuck . . . me,” I say, my dick growing hard in seconds.
“Nothing feels right when you’re not here.” She grips her breasts and pinches her nipples. “Nothing feels the same. Now that I know what it feels like when you give me an orgasm, I can’t even do it properly for myself.”
“Do you need some help?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Then strip. Strip down to nothing and spread your legs in front of the camera. I want to see that wet cunt.”
“God,” she moans as she strips out of her sweatpants and then rests on a pillow and angles her body so I can see her face, her sexy tits, and her pussy. Her legs are completely spread.
“Babe, that’s so fucking hot.”
“Tell me what to do, please. Make me come, Silas.”
Seeing how much she needs it, how much we both need it, I say, “I want you to glide your fingers up and down your body and around your breasts without touching your nipples.” When she starts moving her hands, I say, “Just like that, baby. Slower, I want you to feel how soft your skin is.”
“I want it to be you touching me.”
“Soon, Ollie, but just pretend it’s me. Know how much I want those tits in my mouth, how I want to suck, squeeze, and pinch them.
I want to lick them, bring them into my mouth, and spend hours worshipping them.
” Her breath grows rapid. “Glide your fingers closer to your pussy, tease yourself the way I’d tease you.
Get close to your slit but don’t touch yourself. ”
Her hand lowers and, when she gets close enough, her pelvis lifts. “Don’t fucking touch that cunt. It’s mine.” She groans and drags her hand back up her body. “That’s it, baby, I’ll let you know when you can touch yourself.”
“Don’t make me wait.”
“Don’t tell me how to make you come,” I snap.
Her teeth roll over her bottom lip, and a slight smirk passes over that beautiful mouth of hers.
“Spread your legs more.” When she does, I say, “Run your fingers along your inner thighs. But don’t touch your pussy.”
She brings her hands down to her thighs, her fingers dragging over her velvet skin.
“Make circles so close to your pussy that you can feel yourself get wetter and wetter with each pass.”
Her nipples pucker, and her body starts to tighten as she looks for that touch.
“Fuck, you make me so hard,” I say as I slide my briefs down and grip my cock.
“Let me see,” she says, looking up at the phone.
I point the phone at my erection, and she moans as her fingers slide close to her pussy.
“Don’t fucking touch yourself, Ollie.”
“I’m not,” she says, her voice distressed.
“Then lay your hands by your side.”
“Silas, please.”
“Do it.”
She releases herself and just lies there, stark naked, legs spread.
“Fuck, just look at you. I wish I was there, eating that wet pussy. Sucking on your clit, driving my dick so hard inside you that you can practically taste my cum in the back of your throat.”
Her chest rises and falls, her hands itch at her side, and she wets her lips.
“Silas, I need more.”
I pump at my cock. “Pinch your nipples, baby. Make yourself moan.”
Her hands go straight to her breasts, and she plays with them, moaning, saying my name, calling out with every pinch. My cock grows thicker in my hand.
“My dick is so hard, Ollie. Shit . . .” I pump harder. “Finger yourself. I need to see you pleasure yourself.”
“Finally,” she says as she slides two fingers against her clit, and she starts making small circles. “Oh fuck,” she yells. “Silas, I’m so wet. Oh my God.”
“That’s it, baby, keep up the pace. I need you to match my strokes. Pinch your nipple too. I want you to mark yourself.” My hand is frantic on my dick now, precum sliding down the side. “Jesus, I’m right there.”
“Me too. Oh fuck, Silas . . . oh my God.” Her body tenses, her legs fall open even more, and her hand moves so fast that it sends a hot wave of heat over me as I watch Ollie pleasure herself. It’s such a goddamn turn-on that in seconds, my cock swells, and my chest fills with a sense of euphoria.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I say right before I fall over the edge, my cum traveling up my stomach.
“Me . . . too,” she says. I watch her entire body spasm as her body shudders with pleasure. “Silas,” she says. My name coming from her mouth sounds so sweet.
When she finally catches her breath and looks up at me, she has a semi-satisfied look on her face. “I want you, Silas, when you get home. I need you.”
“I need the same thing,” I say.
She sits up and takes the phone in her hand, bringing it so only her beautiful face is in view. “Will you take me out on a date?”
“I will.”
“Will you let me sleep over at your place?”
“It will be a requirement.”
She smiles. “Is this what it’s going to be like? When you’re gone, this is what we do?”
“I sure as fuck hope so,” I answer.
“Good, because I can manage this.”
* * *
Bag at my side, I roll it off the elevator and toward my apartment.
We had a two-game stint out on the road, which is nice, starting off easy.
We remain undefeated, which is an even better start to the season than prior seasons.
It seems as though we’re all clicking on the ice, and Coach is very happy about it.
On the flight home, I saw Posey sitting in anguish, and I tried to ask him what was going on, but he wouldn’t say anything. I wonder if that’s why he got in a fight during our game. Something must be bothering him, but none of us can tell what it is.
I’m sure he’ll speak soon. He always does.
When I reach my apartment door, I unlock it and then swing it open, only to find Ollie sitting on the couch, watching TV. When her head whips around to look at me, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen greets me.
This.
This is what I’ve missed.
Coming home to someone. Someone eager to see me.
I set my bag to the side and shut the door just as she comes running up to me. She leaps into my arms, wraps her legs around my waist, and plasters her lips to mine.
Probably the best welcome home I’ve ever received. “Oh my God, you smell good,” she says as her lips move across mine. “I missed you.”