Chapter 20
I’m at Chandler’s house to watch the Dragon’s away game. It’s actually her boyfriend, Brent’s, house that they all moved into at the end of the last season. I know they are talking about building something custom to match their…needs a bit better.
I’m enjoying the large sectional, sprawling my body out while Chandler is accepting the pizza from the delivery guy at the door. The delicious smell wafts through the open space as she brings it to the kitchen.
“Come and get it,” she calls out to me.
“I’m too comfy, bring it to me,” I call back.
She scoffs, “Okay princess.”
“Damn right I am!”
She brings me a plate with slices of both cheese and pepperoni because I don’t like to pick between the two and she knows this. It’s what best friends are for. I proceed to stuff my face with the greasy goodness. We have the TV on, even though the game doesn’t start for another twenty minutes.
My eyes catch on some pregame material which is showing some of the guys going to a hospital.
“What is this?” I ask, my mouth full of food as I grab for the remote to turn it up.
“The team does a bunch of charity work, this is from a couple weeks ago,” Chandler answers. I’m fixated on what is on the screen.
Several of the team members are in their jerseys interacting with kids, bringing gifts, sitting with them, playing games with them. It’s the sweetest thing. When they show Charlie smiling as he is sitting at a table drawing with a little boy around seven years old, I about keel over.
“Wipe your drool,” Chandler smarts.
I wave her off while keeping my eyes fixated ahead of me. They continue to talk about the charity work the Dragons do and show clips of various team members, some I recognize, some I don’t. I’m the most focused on Charlie. His smile is so sweet as he plays with these kids. It’s making me feel so much in my stomach.
Is this what butterflies feel like?
I can’t look away and when it is finally over, and they show the announcers talking about the game I’m still stuck on what we just saw.
“You okay?” Chandler asks, and I can sense the teasing tone of her voice.
“How dare you never tell me about that,” I snap at her playfully.
“Oh? Why would I tell you about it?” She gives me a pointed look and I narrow my eyes at her.
“Because you’ve wanted to get Charlie and me together and yet left out that he’s super cute with kids.”
“You don’t even want kids.”
“I don’t have to want them to think they are cute. And that was cute. Next, you’re going to tell me he also does work with animal shelters and the cute puppies and kittens.”
She rolls her lips together.
“No! Stop it, he does not.”
“What do you want from me?” She throws her arms up. “He’s a good guy, that’s why I’ve wanted you guys together. You can’t get mad at me about that.”
I groan, throwing myself against the back of the couch. “I don’t want to have any more reason to want to jump him.”
“Then why haven’t you? Is it because of that bitch we saw at the game?”
“Partly, yeah.”
“Is he not over her?”
“Oh, he is. He very much is. It’s just…he….there’s…” I sigh. “He isn’t someone who flings his dick around, sticking it in everyone. He’s more of a commitment type guy but is also scared about that.”
“So, you both are a mess then?” she jokes.
“I’m a pretty mess, though,” I smile widely at her.
“What are you going to do? Do you think you’d do commitment for him if that’s what he wanted?”
My face scrunches, my gut reaction is to shoo away any thought of anything serious, but when I really take a second, I don’t immediately cower at the thought of it with him.
Huh. That’s new.
“I don’t know. Show me him with some cute puppies, then ask me.”
Chandler chuckles, shaking her head at me as the game starts. I can’t stop thinking about Charlie and my eyes follow him whenever he’s on the screen. I don’t like how he’s making my insides feel all gooey and shit. I don’t know what I want because I’ve never stuck around with a guy more than a couple nights because that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just sex. Past that, the most interactions I have are with my cam regulars.
Like Charles.
Who turned out to be Charlie.
I really am a fucking mess.
My attention is drawn back to the game when one of the announcers says, “The puck is double teamed by Collee and McQuaid.”
Chandler giggles, “I want to be double teamed by Collee and McQuaid.”
I roll my eyes over to her, “You have. Probably pretty recently.”
She gives me a small smile that says it all. I groan, realizing how long it’s been since I’ve had real sex. Like full blown fucking and not the teasing that Charlie and I are doing. Not that I necessarily mind it, obviously it’s fun and we get off, but I would like more.
That gives me an idea for something to do with him. A game. He likes games with me. At least he has in the past with Lacey. Maybe something like that could loosen him up and take him out of his head a bit. Even if it doesn’t work fully, I think it could get somewhere.
And I know just what to do.
“Frosting!” I yell at the TV when the puck slides down the rink and a whistle is blown.
“Oh my God, Audrey, it’s icing.”
“I know, I just like to call it frosting.”
The Dragons wontheir game last night so I’m hoping Charlie comes back in a good mood today. I spent my morning getting some special things to surprise him with for our game. If he wants to play, that is.
I’m dressed in the new lingerie set I was able to find in his favorite color. Which was not an easy task. Apparently yellow isn’t a popular sexy color. Which I understand, but when I slid on the lace bra, underwear, and garter, I had to appreciate how good it looked. Especially in contrast with my dark hair.
I slide on my black silk robe, hiding the surprise underneath. I’m lying on the couch with the TV on, though I’m not really watching as I wait for him to come home. We briefly texted after the game, and he told me what time he would be back.
So here I am, really hoping he doesn’t stand me up again.
Okay, that might not be fair. I know what happened and this is different.
The sound of the front door opening has me shooting up to stand, smiling in his direction as he comes in and sees me.
His eyes trail over my exposed legs I have crossed, up to my mid-thigh where the robe ends, lingering on where my cleavage is accentuated by the bra. He reaches my face and I know my smile has turned a bit flirtier at his blatant examination of me.
“Wh–” he clears his throat. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to get home.”
“You’ve just been waiting here?” He looks at me skeptically.
I chuckle. “No, I got some things. I haven’t been waiting for very long.” I step toward him slowly. His duffle slides down his arm while his gaze remains solely on me. It’s like he refuses to look away even for a second because maybe this isn’t real. Once I’m standing within arm’s reach of him, I look up and say, “I want to play a game with you.”
“What kind of game?” his voice drops lower.
“One you’ll enjoy. Are you in?”
“I–Yes, I don’t think I could say no to that.”
“Good.” I grab his hand and pull him into the living room. I have a few items spread out on the coffee table and he sees them for the first time, his eyes bugging out. There are dildos, vibrators, plugs, handcuffs, rope, paddles, floggers. Just a part of my collection. There’s also a timer, already set to two minutes.
“This isn’t scrabble,” he mumbles.
I laugh, “No, it’s not. This is a game I made up. It’s called power play.”
He swings his gaze back to me in shock and confusion. “Why is it called that?”
“Because hockey, duh. So, it’s kind of like truth or dare, but without the dare part. So, we will each ask each other a truth and if we don’t want to answer then the other person gets a power play, where they get to do whatever we want to them for two minutes.”
He swallows roughly, “Anything?”
I nod, “We can have a safe word. Red is absolutely a no go, and we stop everything, okay?”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, and I can sense his nervousness.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” I reassure him. This is supposed to be fun, and I already feel him overthinking it.
“No, I want to.”
“Great, you go first, ask me your question.” I sit back against the cushions, thinking he will go easy at first. And he does.
He looks me over once again. “What’s under the robe?”
I smile, glad he asked. I stand up and shrug it off to reveal what I wanted to show him. I thought his gaze was burning before, but now I actually feel my skin getting hot like he’s going to set me on literal fire.
“Yeah, yellow is definitely my favorite color. Fucking hell, Audrey,” he groans, and I smile, sitting back down like I’m not almost completely exposed.
“My turn,” I announce proudly. “What did you first think of me when you saw me? As Lacey.” Even though I want to ask him something else that I’m fairly certain he won’t answer, I start off simple. Plus, I want to know the answer.
“I was intrigued. You had a long blue wig on with one of your lace masks and honestly I wanted to see the real you, underneath all that. You drew me in with your mystery. And you’ve kept drawing me in ever since.
I bite back my small gasp. I didn’t expect that.
“My turn. What did you think of me when you first saw me?”
“This feels like cheating to ask the same question I just did, but I’ll let this one slide. Next time, I won’t.”
He agrees with a smirk.
“With your name being Charles, I expected you to be some old gross guy. But when I saw your body, those sweatpants right below the V thing you have on your hips,” I roll my eyes back dramatically. “Fuck, I was so glad you picked me to talk to that night.”
“Me too,” he says quietly.
I don’t acknowledge what he just said. “So you said you haven’t had sex in four years, but you’ve tried. What’s the closest you’ve gotten and what happened?”
“That’s technically two questions and I feel like for that I should get a power play by default,” he smirks.
I shrug, “Fine, if you don’t want to answer, then do what you want with me.”
He slides over on the couch, pushing the “start” button on the timer before inching closer to me. Almost prowling. I don’t move away from him as he crowds my body with his, while his face gets closer to mine. He smells like pine which is surprising since he just got off a stuffy plane, but I revel in it.
“I just want to kiss you first,” he says softly before his lips descend on mine. It’s not a frantic hungry kiss like we’ve had before. No, he’s taking his time. His lips move over mine. Tongue sweeping across my bottom lip before slowly sliding into my mouth.
This kiss isn’t a means to an end, he’s savoring it. Savoring us and I hate to admit that I’m doing the same.
It ends too soon when the timer goes off signaling the two minutes are over. He pulls back and says against my lips, “You are the closest I’ve gotten.”
Then, he’s back to sitting on the couch, a cushion in between us and we continue on like that wasn’t one of the more sensual things I’ve ever experienced.
I want more.
And apparently so does he, because the next question he hits me with he has to know I’m not going to answer.
“What is the deal with your grandma and the letters?”
I smirk, “You know I’m not answering that.”
He shrugs, “I liked my odds. And I wanted another power play.”
“I feel like you’re cheating a little bit.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Not yet.”
He examines the toys I have on the table, his eyes catching on the newest one I purchased. A yellow vibrator.
“I feel like you were going for a theme,” he comments.
“I’ve never considered the color until you said you like it. So, it’s growing on me.”
He taps the timer again, starting it then handing me the vibrator. “Use this on yourself. Through the panties. I don’t want them off you yet.”
I turn it on, sliding it down my body, “Why? Because you know you won’t be able to resist once you see my pussy?”
He grunts, watching my movements, “Something like that.”
I do what he says, turning the vibration on and running the soft toy across my chest, keeping it on each of my nipples for a couple seconds. They turn to peaks through the thin lace fabric covering them. I also expect him to call me out for not following exact orders, but he doesn’t. His eyes stay locked on each place I touch with the vibrator.
It doesn’t take long before I press it to my fabric covered core, my hips bucking with the pleasant feeling of it pressed against me.
Moaning, I ask, “Is this what you wanted?”
His eyes don’t leave the spot between my legs, “You have no idea.”
I move the toy slightly to get the perfect angle against my clit. I’m moaning, feeling the release so close, I grind my hips harder, pressing against the vibration. Wanting it so badly.
The timer goes off and Charlie rips the vibrator out of my hands.
“Times up,” he smirks.
I gape at him. “You won’t make an exception so you can see me come?”
“Nope, this is your game, so I’m playing by the rules, pretty girl.”
I groan, collapsing back on the couch as my potential orgasm ebbs away.
Frustrated, I think of another question I don’t think he will answer because I may be a bit petty about the edging. Plus, I want him just as worked up, if not more than me.
“What happens when you try to have sex?” I probably should be more specific, or maybe this is an insensitive question, but my brain isn’t fully functioning after the loss of release.
He contemplates answering, I see it on his face as he probably considers what to say. Then, just shakes his head, “Fine. Your power play.”
I smile in triumph, sitting back up on the couch. I look at the toy options I have laid out, debating if I want to use any of them. Then, I look back at Charlie, who is still dressed, and I did say we can do anything.
Reaching to the timer, I start it before climbing onto his lap, my ass pressed against his thighs, and I can feel the hard bulge beneath his jeans.
“You know you can tell me if anything is too much, right?” I check in because I know how new all of this is for him and I don’t want to take it too far.
He nods.
“Good.”
I slide my hands up his t-shirt covered chest, up his shoulders, and pull on the fabric. He understands what I’m trying to do almost immediately and sits forward slightly to yank the shirt off himself. He sits back and I trail my hands over his hard chest, tracing the muscles there as I make my way to his waistband. Pulling at the belt, I’m wondering if he’s going to stop me, but he doesn’t.
Once his belt is loose, I undo the button and zipper to his jeans, and yank at those as well. He hesitates for only a second before wrapping an arm around my back, standing up with me wrapped around him. I yelp at the sudden movement and help him push down the jeans with my feet but keep his boxers on.
He sits back down, and I slide off his lap onto my knees on the floor. “Since you like things through underwear so much,” I tease before putting my mouth on his hard erection with the barrier in between.
Charlie groans with a quiet curse and I do my best to stimulate a blowjob through his boxers, which from the sounds he’s making above me is just as much torture for him as it is for me. I like the feeling of his skin on my tongue, the taste of him in my mouth. Frankly, this is just as much a punishment for him as it is for me.
I continue to move my mouth over him, but it’s not long before the timer goes off again. I pull back and smirk at his expression that looks like he’s about to push my face back down into his lap. But like a good boy, he doesn’t.
It takes him a moment before he asks his next question, “Why did you start doing cam?”
I consider not answering just so I can have him tell me to do something, or hopefully have him do something to me, but the point of the game was also to talk to him since last time we tried communicating in the pool…well, yeah.
Clearly, I’m not great at talking to people without sex becoming involved somehow. Yes, I realize this.
“I needed money and didn’t like working jobs I had to go to, be on a schedule and listen to someone. And I like sex,” I shrug. “It just made sense.”
He nods, accepting my answer. I don’t tell him about the total act of rebellion that it also was because that’s not important right now.
“Tell me about your family,” I say, I know his mom and him are close and that his parents are still married, but that’s about it.
“Not much to tell. You met my mom, so you see how she is. I had a typical childhood, nothing special or traumatic. When I became interested in hockey, they supported me to the fullest extent and here we are now.”
“Your mom was interesting. Can’t seem to get over your ex,” I chuckle, remembering what I said to Tabitha at the game.
“She means well, but yeah. She liked you, though.”
I’m taken aback by that comment. “She did?”
“Yeah, but she likes almost everyone so don’t let it go to your head.”
I laugh, “Don’t worry, I won’t. Your turn.”
I can tell he’s thinking about his question and when his eyes drift back to the table I see him warring with himself on what to say. I want to help him, but also kind of want him to squirm.
“What…um, so how do these all work?” he asks, nervously.
“Is that the question you’re going with?” I smirk.
“I guess so. I mean I’ve seen you use them on cam before on yourself, but I’ve never used them or anything like this.”
Why is his innocence kind of cute? Is that wrong of me? I don’t care if it is.
“Do you want to try any of them?” I nudge.
He picks up the paddle with a heart cut out, “I don’t know. You like this?”
I nod, “I can try it on you so you can see how it feels then you can try it on me. Of course, this still counts as a part of the game.”
He swallows roughly, “Okay.”
I smile, “Okay, lay on your chest.” I move off the couch to make room for his tall body. He hesitates for a couple of seconds before moving to the position I asked him to be in. “I’m not going to do it hard, just enough for you to feel the sting. And I’ll only do it a couple times.”
He nods, and I can feel how nervous he is. I balance myself on my knees, positioned outside both his thighs before bringing the paddle down on his backside He jerks forward slightly but doesn’t make a sound.
“How did that feel?” I ask, gauging his reaction.
“Not as bad as I thought it would,” he murmurs.
“I’m just going to do two more, okay?”
“Okay.”
I bring the next one down slightly harder, and I hear a muffled groan into the couch cushion that makes me smile. Then, I do it one more time and I feel the way he grinds into the couch after the final hit.
Moving off his thighs, he flips over and looks at me with a slight flush to his cheeks, and a very obvious erection in his boxers.
“Did you like it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Is it weird to say yes?”
I shake my head with a giggle, “No of course not. I love it. Still want to try it on me?”
He nods, sitting up fully so I take advantage of his position and drape myself over his lap because I want to make sure he feels the way I grind against his leg with each blow he’s going to give me.
I hand him the paddle from over my shoulder and give him a sly grin, “Don’t worry about hurting me, you don’t have to hold back.”
I don’t like gentle, and I would hope he takes what I’m saying seriously and gives me exactly what I want. His hand runs along the exposed skin on my ass that the lingerie doesn’t cover and the feeling of his warm callused hand has me shivering.
He removes his hand and brings down the paddle so hard I jerk forward against him and an uncontrolled moan slips from my throat.
“Was that okay?” he asks, cautiously.
“So good. Again.”
He does just that, bringing it back down near the same spot and I know my skin is already turning pink for him. I grind against his leg, wanting some friction because there is nothing better than the bite of pain to go along with pleasure.
After three strikes against me, he stops and I want to beg him for more, but I also know that it won’t take more before I’m humping his leg like a crazed animal so it’s probably for the best to stop.
I sit back on the couch, and pretend like I’m not totally and completely affected by what we just did. Neither of us say anything. We just look at each other. I’m trying to control my breathing and not make it obvious how I’m clenching my thighs together.
His gaze is locked on mine, I can see his mind moving a million miles and I want to ask what he’s thinking. As I open my mouth to do just that, he speaks instead.
“Fuck the game.”