Chapter 13
Captain’s Hall, Freedom
Shay
Sometimes I think Robyn can’t become more beautiful.
Then I see her in the starlight and I know that she’s never going to stop growing more beautiful in my eyes.
I rub my hands together against the cold of the night, shivering.
I’m only wearing a red sweater and black jeans. My leather jacket is wrapped around Robyn’s shoulders, as I lie next to her on the blanket on the flat roof of Captain’s Hall.
The tartan blanket is surrounded by purple cushions that I’ve borrowed from the lounge. To my side, stands a small, blue cooler.
Our shoulders are touching, as we lie on our backs, looking up at the black velvet of the sky with its map of stars.
The night is clear. The crescent moon is bright.
I found this flat section of roof, when I was restless during training camp one night. I clambered through a skylight and explored this new world, feeling finally at peace.
Eden busted my balls for it the next morning.
It was something about how I could have fallen…broken my neck…spanking.
Blah, blah.
I wasn’t paying attention. I was trying to work out how to find a safer route back onto the roof.
In the end, I asked D’Angelo, and like the brilliant friend that he is, he waved his hand like it was the easiest thing in the world and paid for a ladder to be installed.
Now, I’m sharing my nighttime refuge with Robyn for our date.
I want to share the stars with her.
They’re how I escape.
I connect with the universe.
It’s the feeling that there’s something bigger out there. It helps me hold faith, even when people feel small and cruel.
I pillow my head on my hands, before turning to study Robyn.
My jacket looks better on her than it does on me. I love seeing her in leather.
She’s fucking hot.
She’s dressed in an emerald sweater that matches her eyes and woolen black skirt with sexy little leather belt that is full of possibilities.
Robyn’s been buzzing ever since we came back from practice at lunchtime, glowing with pride about how Eden stood up for himself against bastard management.
Eden has been more silent than normal but it was like he’d grown six inches, and we always wished that we could do that.
I’m proud of my brother.
He’s never spoken to strangers like that in his life. He usually lets me do the talking.
Having to practice without Eden, as if he was separated from me on the wrong side of the glass, was tough. But then, he called me on my bullshit. He always knows, when I’m slacking off.
Of course, he doesn’t know what it’s like to skate, when your arse is still aching from being fucked for the first time the night before and you’re jittery with excitement over your plans for your date with your girlfriend.
It’s no excuse.
When Eden yelled at me to concentrate, I realized that he’s not separated from me, simply because he’s not skating.
We’re still in this together.
Then he spoke up to defend us against the board and senior management, and I saw a side to him that I haven’t since he took my hand and saved me from the couple who hurt us.
Yet I always knew that it was inside him.
Now that he’s no longer in my shadow, he has a chance to show it.
To shine in his own right.
This transition period will be hard, but hope bloomed through me that Eden is going to find his true voice for the first time in his life.
Robyn turns her head toward me. Our faces are so close that our noses are almost touching.
I’m comfortable and relaxed.
“Your brother was incredible today.” Robyn’s eyes are bright with pride. “His words just burst free from him. He was fucking amazing.”
“You knew that we were trouble.” I grin. “Rebels.”
She kisses me, petal soft. “My rebels.”
“Always, love.”
Robyn’s eyes become clouded with worry. “Of course, he also put himself — and me — on top of the board and senior management’s shit list. They hate us now. It’s tradition to act like they’re gods, but really, they’re the puppeteers.”
Cold dread washes over me.
I reach for Robyn’s hand, entangling our fingers. “The whole team is behind both of you. You know that, right?”
She squeezes my hand. “It was worth it. Eden’s right. I also learned that what they care about most is winning. We’re safe, as long as you continue to be…”
“A scoring machine?” I arch my brow.
No pressure then.
My chest is tight.
Hockey is my life. It’s what I’m best at. But this is my first season.
What if I screw up?
Yet D’Angelo hasn’t stopped being at my side either for hockey or as a boyfriend. I thought that his aftercare would have ended on the night of our date but I was wrong. He checked in throughout today to see how I was feeling, to chat about what we’d both enjoyed, and whether we’d change anything next time.
I’ve never fucked anyone who communicates so well.
Robyn chuckles. “I may steal scoring machine as you nickname on social media. It’s good.”
“I thought that my brand was the English hockey royal.”
“Who’s also a scoring machine.” Robyn looks at me searchingly. “So, how did it go with D’Angelo last night?”
Joy surges through me at the memory of my date with D’Angelo, from the way that he watched a movie that scared him for my sake, trusted me enough to talk about his past, then bent me over the couch and showed me a way of fucking that I’d never experienced before and that made me see stars.
And my favorite part of the evening…?
The way that he wrapped me in a blanket, before we fell asleep together cuddled on the couch.
No man apart from my twin has made me feel so loved or wanted.
I push myself up onto my elbow. “It was bloody incredible, love. Plus, Jude promised to give me my first proper piano lesson tomorrow. I never thought anybody would care enough about me to teach me music.”
“Eden said that you’d sent him some interesting emojis about the date, a peach and an eggplant.”
Of course he did.
I wink. “Jude knows how to use his eggplant, and I know how to use my peach.”
Robyn laughs. “I can bear witness that both of those things are true. I’m one lucky woman to have both your peach and his eggplant.”
I run my fingers down to play across my crotch. “My eggplant is feeling left out. You own it too.”
Robyn wrinkles her nose. “Perhaps, we should stop talking about produce.”
I reach for a cushion and adjust it under her head to make her more comfortable.
Eden gave me one word of advice for this date.
One word answers are sort of his thing.
Nests.
I have no bloody clue what it means but I’m doing my best with the blanket and the cushions from the lounge. Robyn settles back with a happy sigh. So, it appears to be working.
I never thought that I’d be taking dating advice from my brother.
Talking about that…
I sit up cross-legged next to Robyn. “So, it turns out that I wasn’t the only one on a special date last night. Not only did you somehow escape singing at a karaoke evening, which I want to come to next time, but you then returned home and saw Dee. He introduced you to Puck.”
Robyn’s eyes twinkle. “I didn’t know that he’d named his cock.”
I chuckle. “Seriously, it was huge—”
“It was.”
“Stop it, love.” We’re both laughing now. “I’m trying to be sincere and serious and that doesn’t happen often. I meant that it was huge for him to get close to you like that. We both had our first times on the same night. See, twins truly are mystically connected. Want me to read his mind for you?”
“That’s you being sincere and serious?”
“Impressive, right?” Playfully, I press my hand to Robyn’s forehead, pretending to concentrate hard. “Shall I read your mind? Hmm, you’re thinking…that I can’t read your mind because I’m full of bullshit but that I look hot in these pants. Oh, interesting, you’re also imagining what I look like out of these pants and then…naughty girl. But then, I’m a bad boy.”
She narrows her eyes. “Almost.”
To my surprise, she grabs my wrist and sits up. She drags me over her knee in a move that’s smooth enough to tell me that she’s done it before.
Or has imagined doing it.
My breathing picks up, and my dick hardens.
Fuck, I’ve hoped that she’d do this so many times.
I rub my clothed dick against her legs, letting her know how hard she’s making me.
She gasps as she rests her hand on my ass. Then she teases me, rubbing in circles.
“This is what happens to bad boys.” She hesitates, giving me time to back out.
Fat chance.
Instead, I push my arse up, encouragingly. “They get massaged…?”
She huffs in outrage.
I hide my smirk in my arms.
“Brat.” When Robyn spanks me, it sounds loud in the silence of the night.
I can barely feel it through the denim of my jeans, but it still sends a satisfying warmth radiating through me.
How can I encourage her to lower my pants and spank me on bare skin?
I need her hand slapping, skin on skin: the connection.
Instead, she smacks me rapid fire, from one side to the other and down to my thighs.
I breathe out, letting the sensation wash over me.
Robyn pushes my sweater up and traces circles on my lower back.
I sigh, needing her touch.
But then, she stops.
“Except, you’re really my good boy.” She traces down the seam of my jeans, lower and lower to my balls. I whine at the intensity. “And you can read minds because I’ve been thinking all night about how hot you look in these pants.”
My eyes widen, as she yanks up the back of my jeans, tightening the material even further to the point of pain, pushing my thighs wider.
“Just lie there and let me show you how good you are,” she murmurs.
She strokes and teases across my arse, which is sensitized now by her spanking, tickling and caressing me.
She plays her fingers down to my balls and sensitive thighs.
It’s an exploration and a worshiping.
What is this?
I give pleasure to other people. I don’t get adored.
I’m breathing too hard.
Yet I’m smiling and laughing, as she tickles my balls.
“Love,” I gasp, squirming.
“Yes?” Robyn asks, trying for innocent.
“What are you doing?”
“Being sincere and serious.”
I’m going to need to watch this one. She’s brilliant.
When Robyn presses at my taint, and pleasure shoots forcefully through me, close to making me come in my pants, I decide that I’ve had enough punishment.
At least, if I don’t want to spend the rest of this date with the front of my pants uncomfortably cold and sticky.
Laughing, I squirm off her knee onto the blanket.
“Hey, my prisoner is escaping,” Robyn protests.
“Madam Kidnapper up to her old tricks, I see.” I sit up, struggling to get my breathing under control. Robyn is eying how hard my cock is in my pants with satisfaction. She’s earned her smug look. “But I always turn the tables.”
I twist to her and push her gently back onto the blankets, pinning her wrists.
We’re both looking up at the stars.
“Isn’t it amazing up here?” I murmur.
She nods. “You truly love stargazing, huh?”
“Dee and I used to do this in college. Well, not the spanking and pinning down stuff.” I flex my hands around her wrists, and she works to push even closer to me, until our legs are tangled and her gorgeous breasts are pushed against my chest. “We couldn’t afford to go to the pub or many parties, and Dee hated doing that anyway. So, I found a way up onto the dorm roofs. It was forbidden, but as you know, I’m a bad boy. I’d take a beer and my headphones, and Dee would bring a book. Did you have a place that was like a refuge to you at college?”
“For a while, it was D’Angelo’s dorm room. For him, it was mine.”
I stare up at the stars.
Here in Freedom, the skies are much clearer than they are London. I can make out the constellations much better like finding old friends.
“Since I was a kid, I was obsessed with the stars, while Eden was obsessed with myths. We both had our different defenses and ways to escape. We’d sit there, and I’d point out the stars to him, each with their own ancient myths like… You see the string of stars up there that looks like a cooking pan?”
I move both of Robyn’s wrists into one of my hands, so that I can point at the stars.
“Uh-huh.” She watches where I’m tracing.
I glance at her sideways, in case I’m boring her. But she looks spellbound.
An unusual emotion floods me.
I puff out my chest, pointing more confidently at a second set of stars. “Then this smaller set like another pan…? The first one is called Ursa Major, which is Latin for She Bear. The second is Ursa Minor. The story goes that Zeus, the horny bastard, fell in love with a beautiful princess called Callisto. But Callisto was sworn to remain a virgin. Zeus seduced…read forced himself…on her anyway. When her pregnancy was discovered, her baby was taken to be trained into a hunter, while she was turned into a bear. His prey.”
Robyn looks transfixed. “That’s horrific.”
“The Greeks didn’t mess around.” I study the mother and son, forever caught in the stars. “As a man, he didn’t recognize his mum. She was a beast. He was going to kill her…”
Robyn gasps. She looks as wrapped up in the story as Eden always had been. I didn’t know when we were young, whether it was the chance to hunt our parents, having been taken away and raised to be strong enough to battle them, that really interested Eden.
Eden is stronger than me, mentally.
He’s also darker.
“Zeus realized what was about to happen and turned them both into constellations to save them,” I reassure Robyn.
Robyn huffs. “Save them? He screwed up the princess’ life in the first place. Why wasn’t Zeus the one who was kicked in the balls? I’d have thrown his ass into the stars.”
“I’d love to see that.” My lips quirk. “There’s a lot more to the stars than people think.”
“I know that you’re really a scientist.” Robyn turns to look at me with an unsettling intensity. “Eden said that he wanted to be a vet, before you trained as hockey players. Do you ever wish that you were an astrophysicist?”
I give her an insulted look. “My degree didn’t fall out of a cereal box, love.”
“But you’re not working as a scientist.”
“I still could. Never say never, right?” I steal a taste of her delicious lips. “Now, I heard an interesting story about food play from Jude. And you kindly brought home vanilla ice cream for me on what Jude insisted…many times…were his highly expensive leather seats. Fuck, it’s a beautiful car.”
She blinks at me, confused.
This is the part of the evening that I’ve been looking forward to.
I can’t wait to taste her sweet pussy.
I live for tonguing her.
I let go of her hands and sit up. I edge toward the cooler and drag it closer to me. Then I open the lid, as anticipation thrums through me.
I lift out the tub of vanilla ice cream.
Joy settled over me, warm and unexpected, when Robyn had remembered me, bringing this home.
I saved the ice cream though because I knew how I wanted to use it.
Well, some of it.
It’s going to taste even more delicious eaten off my Robyn.
She’s watching me with wide eyes. Her chest is rising and falling.
She looks perfect with her hands raised above her head. She hasn’t moved them from where I put them.
I smile at that.
My jacket is spread around her.
“Don’t move,” I murmur.
I lean over her, pushing up her sweater. Gently, I pull her breasts out of her lacy bra
Her breath hitches.
I lean down and kiss her right tit in worship.
I slide my hand down her stomach, and she shivers. I swirl my thumb around her bellybutton, bunching her skirt at her waist.
“I’m going to pull your tiny panties down because I want to see your pretty pussy.” I tease my fingers underneath her panties, snapping them.
Robyn’s pupils become dilated. “Don’t rip them. I’ll run out of them at this rate.”
I laugh. “D’Angelo’s an animal.”
I ease Robyn’s panties down her hips and ease them off her ankles.
I wave them around to show her that they’re not damaged, before deliberately shoving them into my jean’s pocket.
“What…?” She splutters.
“Souvenir.” I pat my pocket. “Something to smell, think of you, and wank into.”
Robyn blushes. “Pantie thief.”
I snap the lid off the ice cream and groan at the sweet scent. I lean down and lick over it.
It’s delicious, but not as delicious as Robyn.
I run my thumb through it, before holding it up to her mouth. Eagerly, she sucks my thumb between her lips like it’s my cock.
My breathing becomes ragged, as she twirls her tongue over my thumb. I push it in and out of her mouth, and she moans.
At the same time, I balance the tub on the blanket next to her stomach and trail the fingers of my other hand through the ice cream.
The cold makes me draw in a sharp breath. It reminds me of being on the ice.
I’m at home in the cold.
Robyn’s skin is like fire, however, when I trail my fingers around her hot breast.
“Fuck.” She lets go of my thumb in her shock.
I cup her cheek. “Color?”
I know that she loves temperature play but I still want to be sure that she’s all right.
“Green.” She watches me with glassy eyes.
When I glance down at her pussy, I can already see that she’s glistening and wet.
I lick my lips.
“I’m going to kiss this ice cream off your sweet tits.” I bend my head, and slow and languorous, lick around her breasts.
Then I flick my tongue over her peaked nub.
She whines, arching off the blanket.
I lick her thoroughly to make sure that my tongue has cleaned and warmed her. Then I scoop up more ice cream and smear it down the curves of her stomach. When I reach her bellybutton, I hesitate.
She stiffens, before she shudders at the icy sensation.
“Cold,” she hisses. “F-f-fucking c-c-cold.”
I tease her, hovering my tongue over the trails of melting ice cream.
I look up at her through my long eyelashes. “My tongue is at your service. Do you want me to get to work and warm you with it?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
I push myself up, just once, and kiss her on the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes crease, as she smiles.
Then I work myself down, dedicated to licking the melted ice cream down her stomach.
I lick, kiss, and suck.
Robyn shivers. “Shay, don’t stop. Just like that, please…”
I work harder, sucking the ice cream from her bellybutton.
After the cold, I know that my mouth must feel doubly hot. She’ll be shaking apart with the sensory overload.
But she’s not quite where I want her yet.
Mischievously, I dip my index finger into the melting ice cream, before I slide even further down her.
I love her pussy.
I part the folds gently, kissing her clit almost in apology.
But I’m going to make it up to it.
Many times.
“Oh, shit,” Robyn whispers, as if she knows what’s going to happen.
Her thighs are shaking.
Then like she can’t stop herself, she lowers her hands and buries them in my hair, tugging hard. She pushes my face against her pussy, and I take a deep breath.
Her smell is everything.
I’ve always adored being between a woman’s thighs.
When Robyn finally yanks me back by my hair, sending delicious tingles through my scalp, I glance up at her.
“You’re going to taste like my favorite flavor, love,” I promise. My index finger drips the ice cream over her clit, and she moans. She’s shivering from the cold on her most sensitive part, but it’s making her fucking wet. “I can feast on you all night.”
I suck her clit into my mouth, and it bloody does taste like the best thing in the world.
Vanilla, love, and Robyn.
My Robyn.
When her back bows, I hold her down.
“Fuck, Shay…” She clutches the blanket in her hands.
I don’t stop sucking.
At last, Robyn comes, screaming so loudly into the silent night that D’Angelo and Eden must be able to hear inside the house.
I lick over her but I don’t raise my head.
I don’t touch my cock, which is so hard that it hurts. Because all my focus is on this woman’s pleasure, who tastes like heaven.
I’m going to feast on her all night.
And I’m going to make her come…all…bloody…night.