Chapter 27
It seems silly to say, but I can notice something is different with the way Charlie is playing tonight. Chandler invited me to go to the game with her, but I decided to stay in and do a show instead. I need the money and even with the long private call with Charles I’m a decent way away from my goal. Even if a part of me isn’t wanting an excuse to leave Charlie’s place quite yet.
I regret not going though, because while I’m trying to focus on the show and what I’m supposed to do with each goal and penalty, I’m distracted by Charlie. I also jumped and yelled a little too aggressively when he scored his goal. But I notice when the camera shows him on the bench a little while later I can tell something is definitely up with him.
He’s laser focused on the ice as usual, but he’s tense and usually after he gets a goal, he’s smiling with his team. Tonight, that’s not the case.
I’m choosing to ignore how much I know about him and his body language. It means nothing, we are around each other a lot. I’ve watched a lot of games, that’s it. Nothing else.
“The Dragons are on a bit of a winning streak, let’s hope that continues tonight so I get to use this,” I tease the audience while showing one of my favorite vibrators. I was tempted to bring out the yellow one, but something held me back from that. Like I want that to just be something we use together.
User489: Use it right now, why make us fucking wait? Just show your pussy.
User489 has been blocked from the chat.
I roll my eyes. I don’t always see the annoying pushy comments because my moderators are good at catching them. I never acknowledge them even though sometimes I want to.
I give it my best effort to get through the show pretending I’m not completely distracted and I hope no one can really tell.
After the game, the Dragon’s win yet another one and I’m not proud of the fact that I rush through the finale. Or the fact that I faked it.
It’s rare that I fake an orgasm, either with a partner or online. If I’m with a guy and he doesn’t get the job done, I want him to know it. And during my shows I know what I like so I usually don’t need to fake anything. Today, my mind isn’t present enough to get there and I put on my best performance before logging off.
Before Charlie gets home, I take a quick shower and end up changing into another one of his t-shirts. They are big and cozy, yet again something I’m trying not to think too much about doing.
After two hours, Charlie still isn’t home, and I start to worry a little bit. Maybe he went out with the team for their win, it’s not like he would have any reason to tell me. I could text him, but I don’t want to seem like I care where he is. Because I don’t. I just want to know he’s okay.
I call Chandler instead.
“Hey,” she answers on the second ring.
“Hey, did the guys go out for their win or anything?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“Some did, I think,” she answers. “Why?” I hear her teasing tone.
“Nothing, no, Charlie just isn’t back, and I don’t want him to wake me up when he gets home is all.”
Chandler scoffs, “Yeah right. Hold on.”
I hear mumbling in the background as I fidget with the hem of the t-shirt.
“Charlie didn’t go out with the guys, but he might be at the practice arena,” Chandler says once she gets back on the phone.
“Why would he be there?” I wonder.
“Dunno, but Vince said he mumbled something about it before leaving after the game.”
“Hm, do you think he’s okay?”
“Why wouldn’t he be?”
“Not sure, something just seemed off with him during the game I guess.”
Chandler’s silence is louder than anything she could say, and I can feel the smile she’s beaming on the other end.
“Don’t even start,” I tell her.
She breaks out in a laugh. “Why don’t you go there and check on him and see for yourself?”
“I’m hanging up, goodbye.”
“I love you!” she calls out.
“Love you back.”
I debate for all of five minutes before I’m throwing on a sweater and some jeans and getting in my car, driving toward the Dragon’s practice arena. While I’m on the way, I don’t even consider how I can get in until I get a text from Chandler.
Chandler: The code to get in the back entrance is 1126. *wink emoji*
I shake my head because of course she knew I would be going. When I pull up, I park in a spot off to the side of the building and notice the only other car here is a blue sports car that I recognize.
There’s a back door with a keypad on it. I enter the code Chandler told me to and it beeps, letting me know it’s unlocked. There’s a hallway that leads into the locker room. I see one pair of dress shoes scattered on the floor and a suit tossed haphazardly on a bench next to an open gym bag.
As I walk out toward where I think the rink will be, I can’t help but wonder if I’m about to catch Charlie skating around naked. The visual makes me laugh and turned on at the same time. The closer I get, I hear the sound of pucks hitting the boards.
Sure enough, the hallway I walked down leads to the benches where the players sit just for a game and Charlie is skating around with a puck before shooting it toward the goal, this one makes it. Sadly, he’s not naked but has changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a Denver Dragons sweatshirt.
He hasn’t noticed me yet, so I take advantage of just watching him. The way he makes it look so easy to glide across the ice. He makes it look like second nature, especially with the stick in his hand. The way he handles the puck before shooting it is so smooth, I can’t help but be impressed.
I walk around the bench and hoist myself up on the boards like the players do when they are changing shifts, but I just sit there. Charlie sends another puck toward the goal from the blue line, and it goes in easily.
“Nice shot,” I say, getting his attention.
He turns toward me with obvious shock on his face. “What are you doing here?”
I shrug, “I could ask you the same thing.”
He skates toward me slowly. “Okay, I’ll try again. How did you know I was here?”
“Connections.”
He chuckles, but it lacks any real humor. “Are you going to answer anything I ask you?”
“Maybe if you ask something I feel like answering.”
He’s right in front of me now, close enough that I could reach out and touch him, but I don’t. I keep my hands down by my sides, gripping the top of the boards that I’m sitting on.
“Why are you here, Audrey?” he asks softly, and I can see the underlying pain he’s hiding.
“I was concerned,” I answer quickly and then deflect. “What about you? Playing an entire game wasn’t enough hockey for you?”
He shakes his head, “I guess not.”
I give him a pointed look since he didn’t really answer me.
He sighs, “I had a lot on my mind, and I know the only way I’ll be able to sleep tonight is to work myself to complete exhaustion.”
“What do you have on your mind except the badass win you guys had tonight?”
He skates forward the short distance so he’s able to touch me. He’s standing between my legs, throws his gloves onto the floor behind the boards before his hands find my arms. He traces the exposed skin on my shoulder that’s not covered by my sweater. Then skates the tips of his fingers down my arms.
“Tabitha showed up tonight and bombarded me right before the game.”
My breath hitches, but I do my best to hide it. I can’t help the fact that my mind immediately goes to the negative thoughts. Clearly, he has so much on his mind because he is going to have to tell me we can’t do this anymore and I’ll have to find another place to stay because he’s getting back together with his ex. She can give him a future I can’t.
And I can’t help the disappointment I feel at this possibly being what he’s going to tell me.
“What did she want?” I whisper, just as his hands reach mine. I let go of my grip and he laces our fingers together.
“She wanted what she has always wanted. Which is something I can’t give her,” his eyes meet mine, and there’s emotion there I’m refusing to read too much into.
“What happened?”
“I told her off, she’s been trying to contact me for the last couple weeks, but I blocked her. I want nothing to do with her, I want you to know that.”
I nod, the whoosh of relief flows through me. “I know.”
He doesn’t look at my face as he talks, just watches our hands, sliding our fingers against each other’s. “After seeing her I just feel so…I don’t know…out of control, I guess. I thought the game would help, but it didn’t, and I just needed to come here.”
“I get that,” I say simply.
Charlie’s eyes snap up to mine, “You do?”
Nodding, “Yeah, I know how it feels to be out of control which is why I’ve found outlets to gain that control back.”
“Like what?”
I bite the corner of my bottom lip. “Well, the best way for me to regain it is to work it through with someone else,” I slide my hands up his arms. “Physically.”
His Adam’s apple bobs on a swallow, “I could try that.”
“You could.” My hands reach his shoulders and I’m about to move them back down, but he closes the minuscule distance between us, so his groin is pressed against me between my spread legs, his forehead drops down to mine.
“Are you volunteering?”
“Possibly.”
Charlie’s lips land on mine, and instantly I can feel the urgency there, he desperately wants this, I can tell. I meet his urgency with my own because as much as I’m against anything progressing with us, I know this part I can do. This part is what I’m good at. This is what he needs.
We kiss almost desperately, and his hand moves between us to undo my jeans. Just like the other night, he shoves his hand inside them and finds me already wet for him. I spread my legs further because this angle and the restriction of my pants makes it difficult, but I’m desperate for his touch.
“You’re always so fucking wet for me,” he rasps, just as he pushes a finger inside my pussy, and I moan.
“I know,” is all I can say because the way he’s rubbing my clit while finding the special spot inside me at the same time has me already toeing the edge.
“I want to be inside you,” he groans, almost like a complaint.
I nod aggressively because I want that too, but I place my hand on his chest to slow him down. “Wait, are there cameras in here?”
“Would you even care if there was?”
“Not really, but you should.”
He pulls his hand out and slams it against my mouth, I can feel my wetness on my cheek at the move. “Just shut the fuck up.”
My thighs tighten at his authoritative tone. I’m not going to argue with that. He wants to be in control. He wants this, and I’m not going to complain. He yanks at my jeans and tosses them onto the bench behind me. Luckily, he keeps my underwear on because I can feel how cold my ass would be on the boards without them.
He pulls down his sweatpants just enough to free himself, pulling my panties to the side as he slides the tip of his cock along my soaking slit. I groan and buck my hips wanting more.
“Shit,” he drops his head and I stop moving. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
“Oh,” I want to scream. “I get it if you want to stop, but I am on the pill and I’m clean. I know your history though and if you don’t trust it, I understand.”
His eyes are locked on mine, and I hope he can see my sincerity, even though I would rather lay naked on the ice than stop right now. I see the internal battle raging in his eyes and when he swipes the tip through me again, I can’t help the moan I let out when he grazes my clit.
I see the moment his decision is made, he guides my legs around his hips, and pulls me against him by my ass with one hand. “I’ll pull out,” he says roughly before shoving forward with a single thrust.
I cry out at the intrusion and how the bite of pain from the initial stretch blends into the pleasure. His fingertips bite into my ass while I wrap my arms around his neck as he continues his brutal thrusts, truly taking out any leftover aggression on my body. And I welcome it.
“It should be fucking illegal for you to feel this good. Goddammit,” he grunts.
I couldn’t agree more, but I’m unable to say anything, I pull his mouth onto mine because I need him to fuck my mouth like he’s fucking my pussy.
“Shit,” he groans, “too hard to fuck you like this. Go lay on the bench.”
It takes me a couple seconds to register his command, but I do what he says. Hopping off the boards I lay back on the bench while he joins me. I look up to watch as he’s standing above me, looking down at how I’m spread for him while his wet cock stands proudly in front of him. I want to take him into my mouth, but this is about what he wants and if he doesn’t tell me to, then I’m not going to.
He leans over, grabbing both my hands and holding my wrists above my head while guiding himself back inside me. I moan at how much better he feels at this angle. His hand slides up my body, stopping at one breast, squeezing and pulling at my nipple through the thin, barely there bra I have on. He does the same thing to the other one, then slides up to my throat, collaring his hand there.
My eyes roll at the sensation being completely at his mercy while he fucks me. He’s using me as his own personal fucktoy right now and I love it. I want to give him this and give him what he needs right now.
“So fucking perfect,” he says so quietly I almost miss it.
“You feel so good,” I moan, especially when he angles his hips, so his pelvis rubs against my clit with each thrust.
“You better come for me. I want you to strangle my cock, pretty girl. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
I push against his hold on my wrists to feel the resistance. His hand around my throat tightens slightly and it only brings me closer to the edge.
“Harder,” I moan.
He squeezes harder, while also slamming his hips against me harder and the orgasm barrels toward me, not like the fake one I had earlier, this one is very real. Almost painfully real as I feel it building and building. I wonder if I’m even going to reach the peak because the strength of it, I can already feel, has me worried I’m going to pass out before it can hit me.
But then it does, and I cry out, Charlie’s hand moves from my neck up to my mouth, smothering my cries as he continues to pound into me. When I come down, I’m practically limp and I watch as he pushes my sweater up my stomach before pulling out of me, pumping himself furiously before ropes of cum land on my skin. He groans through his release, and I can tell his was just as powerful and he has to steady himself after it’s finished, which is harder for him since he’s still on his skates.
I can visibly see he’s more relaxed once his eyes meet mine. Or maybe he’s achieved that complete exhaustion he was looking for. Either way, I think my plan worked.
His eyes trail my body, and they flare seeing his mark on me. I swipe my hand through it and his amazement turns to shock. He reaches over where there’s a stack of towels and wipes himself from me.
“Was that okay?” he asks, clearly nervous about what I’m going to say.
I stand up on the bench so I’m closer to his height than if I stood on the floor. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press myself against him. “What do you think?” I kiss him softly. He melts against me, and there’s something about this kiss. The way his tongue massages mine. The way he holds me. The way my heart is beating in my chest. The way my mind is reeling.
My worst fear may be coming true, and I may be having real feelings for Charlie Mann.
Fuck.