Chapter 32
It’s our last game before the short Thanksgiving break and I know Audrey is here with Chandler. There’s something about knowing she’s here to see me that has me feeling better about the game I’m about to play.
I’ve implemented her affirmations as a part of my pregame ritual, though I’m just saying them in my head. I do so right before we go out onto the ice for the first period to start. Both of our teams want a win right before the break, but as we play it’s a mostly clean game.
The penalties that are called have all been genuine accidents, high sticking and tripping on both sides. We scored two goals in the first period, but they caught up in the second.
As we start the third, tensions are a bit high since we are tied, but it continues to be a clean game. We end up going into overtime, and the first three players on the ice are myself, Collee, and Dumont.
I end up mishandling the puck and losing it, which gives the other team a prime opportunity once they have possession. One they take full advantage of and Colver isn’t able to save the puck as it sails through his five hole.
It feels shitty to be going into a break with a loss, especially since we’ve been on such a winning streak. No one ends up giving me shit for my mistake, even though it was the one to cost us the game. I know Colver feels shitty about his part too, but I shoulder all the blame since they wouldn’t have even gotten the puck if it weren’t for my fuck up.
“It’s all good, Mann, just enjoy the next couple days. We are still having a helluva season,” Collee tells me once we are back in the locker room.
“Thanks,” I grumble, showering and changing quickly so I can get out of here and meet up with Audrey.
By the time I’m done I see her standing in the hallway talking to Chandler. I immediately smile just at the sight of her, even with her back turned she has so much power over me, and I don’t think she even knows it.
Chandler clearly sees me approaching and tries to smother a smile when I press a finger to my lips to signal that I don’t want her saying anything. They continue their conversation and I only hear the tail end when Audrey says something like, “But he looked good–” I cut off the rest of what she was saying by wrapping my arms around her middle and lifting her up. She squeals in my hold before I set her down.
I spin her around in my arms and she looks up at me with shock and confusion while Chandler is laughing behind her.
“What was that?” she asked, smiling slightly.
I dip my head closer to hers so she’s the only one that can hear me, “I needed to touch you.”
Her eyes flare with heat, a look I’m so intimately familiar with from her at this point and I never want it to stop.
She lowers her voice as well, “You never need an excuse to touch me, and you know that.” She winks.
“Sorry about your loss,” Chandler says, drawing my attention from where it was completely focused on Audrey’s eyes.
I didn’t even notice McQuaid join Chandler’s side.
“It’s okay, Bunny, nothing you can’t help make better,” he smacks her on the ass, and she yelps before hitting his chest with the back of her hand as he chuckles.
Collee and Dumont join all of us as well, and I didn’t even notice that I naturally wrapped my arm around Audrey, resting my hand on her hip. What is more surprising is that she isn’t fighting the touch or trying to escape it. If anything, it feels like she’s leaning into me. Something that hasn’t gone unnoticed by the other people around us if Chandler’s clear approval toward her best friend and Dumont’s sly smile at me is any indication.
“Alright, well we should probably call it a night,” I announce.
“I’ll head out with you if that’s okay?” Audrey questions like it’s not completely obvious the reason we both want to leave together.
“Well, we are going to the same place,” I joke.
Audrey and Chandler hug each other goodbye and I give a quick wave to my teammates before we leave. Once we are in the privacy of my car, Audrey looks over at me as I start driving.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing, I think they suspect something is going on between us.”
“You mean you haven’t told Chandler anything?”
“Oh, I have,” she laughs.
“And you think she doesn’t tell the guys?”
“She doesn’t tell them everything. Some stuff is purely girl code and stays between the two of us.”
“Like what?” I pry.
She shakes her head, “Nope. You’ll never know.”
“Please? I’ll beg. I’ll get on my knees once we get home and really beg.”
“Oh, you’ll get on your knees for me when we get home. You might even beg, but it won’t be for me to tell you about some girl talk. Trust me.”
After I park,we make our way up to my condo. In the elevator we don’t even last before the doors close, our mouths collide. I want to lose myself in her, forget the loss tonight. Forget everything in the outside world. Tonight, I want it to be all about just us. Nothing else matters. For tonight I want to imagine that she’s totally and completely mine. That there aren’t the rules she put in place about feelings or anything more between us. None of that exists tonight, not to me.
We stumble into the front door without our mouths separating. Audrey’s hands are all over me, trying to rip at my clothes to get them off, she only managed to push off my jacket. I only took a single hand off her to open the door while my other remains tightly wrapped around her back.
Once I’ve kicked the door shut, I press her against it. I slide my leg between hers, and she instantly rubs herself against my thigh, letting out the perfect little moan into my mouth. Breaking our kiss I run my lips across her jaw, down the side of her neck, biting and sucking as I go. All the while she continues to grind herself against me.
I feel her impatience starting to grow and when she pulls at the hair on the back of my head, yanking me up to her mouth, I know she’s had it with the teasing.
“I need you to fuck me,” she demands.
And I’ll give her whatever the fuck she needs.
With that, I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and carry her into the room we’ve been sharing, while our mouths are fused once again. My new bed should’ve been delivered today, but I don’t want her to find an excuse not to stay in bed with me. During the short walk, she’s pulling at my tie and the buttons on my shirt she can reach.
As soon as I set her down next to the bed, she looks up at me, “I want you naked, now.”
“Same goes for you,” I challenge as I easily undo the few remaining buttons on my shirt.
I don’t expect her to listen and that she may try to regain her full control over me, but she listens and slowly starts to remove her own clothes. Whipping off her sweater, then bra, she reveals herself and my movements fumble at the distraction of her bare tits.
She can see my hesitation while my hands are frozen at my belt. “Keep going, big guy, you’ll get to touch.”
“You’re playing with fire tonight, pretty girl,” I pin her with my gaze, but continue to push off my slacks and boxers at once. My cock, hard and already begging for her.
“Good, I like when you’re a little unhinged,” she teases, continuing to rid herself of the rest of her clothes as well.
“That so?” I quirk an eyebrow.
Her smile is her only response and I stalk toward her, invading her space but she doesn’t back away, just looks up at me, our naked chests so close to touching I can feel the heat between us, my erection grazes her stomach, and she bites back the little gasp, but I hear it.
Without warning, I lift her up, tossing her onto the bed and crawling on top of her. Instantly, she wraps her legs around my hips and is pulling me down as I take her mouth in a heated kiss. She’s trying to rush this, but I don’t want to. She wants me unhinged, but I’m unhinged in a different way, one that she isn’t even aware of in this moment because of the feelings I have that are just threatening to break through.
Sliding my hand between our bodies, I sweep my fingers through her wetness.
“Trust me, I’m more than ready, please Charlie,” she mewls, bucking her hips.
“I just want to make you feel good. I always want to make you feel good,” I make my insinuation clear. I’m sure she catches onto it, but just brings our mouths back together.
I always want to make you feel good because I’m not letting you go.
Removing my hand from between our bodies, I take each of her hands in mine, intertwining our fingers and slide them up by her head, hovering there while teasing her entrance with my tip. Hands grasped tightly together when I push inside, our eyes remain locked as we share moans at the feeling of being connected.
This time feels different. It feels stronger, deeper. I know she feels it too. Which is why when she breaks the connection by closing her eyes, I pull back, almost leaving her body completely.
“Audrey,” I plead, “look at me.”
I sense her hesitation before her eyelids flutter open and she’s looking up at me, unable to hide anymore. And I see it. I see my feelings reflected back on her eyes. Even though she can’t say it and won’t admit anything. I can see it right now.
With that, I push forward once again, savoring every inch that is surrounded by her warmth. When I’m fully seated, and we are connected as close as any two people can be, not just physically.
And we both know it.
“Charlie,” she whispers softly. It’s a statement and a question. She doesn’t have the words for what is happening between us right now, and that’s okay.
“I know,” I whisper back because I don’t have the words either.
I bring my mouth back down to hers in a soft kiss as our bodies move together. This isn’t fucking and racing toward the finish line. This isn’t about who is in control. This isn’t about anything else other than the two of us connecting. Completely and wholly.
I’ve never felt like this before. Not with anyone else and I know for a fact I would never feel like this with anyone ever again. Audrey has ruined me. And maybe she ruined me four years ago when we met as different people through a computer screen, but it’s solidified now that she’s it for me.
I pour all of that into my kiss, and with the movement of our bodies. I feel her start to tighten around me, but I know that she needs more to get to her release, and I need her to get there.
Bringing her hands up above her head, I hold them there with one of mine and bring my other hand down between our bodies to circle her clit as my thrusts increase.
“I need you to come for me, pretty girl.”
“Yes, I’m close,” she moans, pushing against my hand, but I don’t let up.
“Give it to me. Give it all to me,” I tell her, meaning everything. Her orgasm, her body, her heart. I want it all.
“Charlie, please,” she arches up under me, trying to meet my thrusts with her own. “Right there.”
I keep up my pace with both my hips and hand as I feel how close she is. Tightening around me only a second before gasping and I know she’s there, crying out her release. It feels never ending and it sends me barreling toward my own, but I hold back. It takes everything in me, but I don’t want this to end.
She goes lax under me once it ends, and I have a goal to make her come one more time before I do. And because I know her body and exactly what she needs, I do just that.
I rise off her, instantly missing the feeling of all our skin pressed together. I kneel on the bed, lifting her legs straight up, banding my arm around her thighs as I pick up the pace and pound into her. Watching her tits bounce with each thrust has me fighting my orgasm. And when Audrey reaches up and starts to play with her nipples, I am so close to losing it.
“Fuck, Audrey, you’re killing me,” I groan.
She smirks up at me because she knows exactly what she’s doing. I press on her lower stomach and swipe my thumb over her clit, giving her all the stimulation I can while she continues to play with herself while I fuck her into the mattress.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come again, shit, Charlie,” she cries.
“That’s right, pretty girl. One more.” My thrusts are punishing and she’s writhing underneath me.
It doesn’t take long before she’s screaming out another orgasm and I follow closely behind, dropping her legs as I fall onto her again, holding myself up on my forearms as my hips slap against her and I can’t hold back anymore. Groaning as my thrusts become uneven and I’m coming, not pulling out this time. I want to fill her, claim her and make my unspoken feelings clear to her.
Her eyes haze over, and she moans along with me, holding me tightly to her through my pleasure. Once it subsides, I don’t pull out of her yet, and she doesn’t make any move that indicates she wants me to. My head is buried in her neck as we both catch our breath.
Once I’m able to lift up again I look into her eyes, we both know what this is, both our guards are completely down, but we accept this in silence, falling into another all-consuming kiss. Falling deeper into each other in a way there’s no going back.