14. Chapter 14
THE BUZZER sounds bringing the second period to an end and we all skate towards the exit. Before I step off the ice, the announcer calls out over the loudspeakers.
“Havoc fans. Get ready to feel the heat and welcome your Whirlwind dancers.” Shouts and whistles and catcalls echo through the arena and I skid to a stop and look over my shoulder.
The dancers file out onto that special rug they use for center ice performance and I see my girl standing in the middle. The lights go black and a slow sensual beat begins to play. A single light shines down and puts a group of three girls in the spotlight. They dance for a few beats and the lights go out again only to come back on highlighting another group of girls. It does it a few more times, but Jolie has yet to be featured. I’m about to walk away when one last light flickers on and my Bunny stands solo.
Her hands glide over her body, making their way from her hips and flip up through her hair. The golden strands float through the air as her body sways this way and that way. One leg pops out to the side and her hand follows a different path, down her curves and over her shapely legs to her ankle where she stops and looks up to the crowd, throwing a wink. The crowd goes wild and when she flips right side up, all the lights come on and the entire dance troupe breaks out into a dance that could make a teenage boy shoot off like a geyser.
“Santos.” I hear my name barked from down the corridor and look to see a fuming Coach Hammer staring me down. “Get your ass over here and quit jacking off to the girls.”
I take one last look at Jolie and make my way to the locker room.
The rest of the game is quite difficult to focus when all I can picture is Jolie doing that same dance. For me. In my room. Naked.
Right as I imagine Jolie straddling my lap and lowering herself down on my aching dick, I get slammed into the boards, and an elbow catches me in the chin.
I shake my head, trying to clear the stars that momentarily flash in front of my eyes, then I wake up and chase after the asshole who checked me and do the same to him. Of course I end up in the box, but it was worth it. That bastard interrupted a perfectly good daydream.
When my time is up and I jump the boards, I put my last drop of sweat into the game but the team comes up short and we lose.
When we drag out of the locker rooms, every guy with his head hung low, I’m greeted by the most wondrous sight.
“Head up, thirteen. No lame asses. Winner attitude only.” Jolie stands with her gym bag hanging off her shoulder and a giant pretzel in her hand.
She holds it out to me and I take it, smiling big and wide. Memories of her and Jordan waiting for me after my games, giant pretzel coated in chunks of salt in their hands, come flooding back. All my good memories are tied to Jolie, and I’m happy that my future memories will be tied to her, too.
“I think you forgot something,” I tell her.
She holds her other hand out, palm closed and facing up. “Nope. I would never forget.” Her fingers pop open, revealing packets of mustard.
I snatch the mustard from her palm then pull her to me, covering her face with kisses and making her laugh. “Thank you baby. Let’s go.”
We walk out, hand in hand, and smiles on our faces. Groups of players and puck bunnies stand around talking and I put blinders on, pretending they don’t exist.
“Hey Joaquín. Are you joining us for some games at the pod?” An overtly voice calls out from across the parking lot.
Jolie looks over at the group and I keep my eyes focused straight on where my car is parked.
“Who’s that?” She asks, but I refuse to look at them.
“Ghosts of the past.”
She squeezes my hand then calls out, “No thanks. We’re good. We’ll be having plenty of our own fun tonight. At home. Where we live.”
She wiggles her fingers at them and continues to lead me to my Porsche then pushes me against the passenger door when we get there. Her lips lock onto mine and she coaxes my mouth open with her warm tongue, and twists it with mine. Her hands smooth over my chest and come to rest on my face.
We separate and she scratches my scruffy jaw with her nails. “Leave the ghosts in the past. They don’t matter, remember.”
I swallow down the apology that is always sitting on the tip of my tongue and nod my head.
“You’re too good for me. I don’t deserve you,” I tell her.
“We’re good for each other, Bean. And we deserve happiness. So hush your mouth with those words. You wanna go home?”
“Yeah. Which, speaking of, what you said to her. Are you serious? Is it our home?” She rolls her lips between her teeth and shrugs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I grip right under her beautiful ass and pull her so close to me that I know she can feel my dick grow harder with the mere thought of having her in my bed every night.
I lick along the seam of her lips and groan at how delicious she tastes. “Think you have enough energy for a little solo dance for me? I didn’t get to see all of it, but you were fucking hot tonight.”
She smiles wide and her eyes glimmer under the arena lights. “I think I can arrange a private show.”
I don’t waste one more second and throw the door open, place her inside and buckle her in before climbing in the driver’s seat and speeding towards home.
The lights are low and I sit in my chair, my hands resting on the arms and my insides jumping like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting for my sexy dance. Her back is to me as she flips through songs on her phone, looking for the perfect one.
She’s dressed in a short silky robe that covers up her gorgeous body. I don’t know if there is anything beneath that robe aside from her luscious tits and sweet pussy, but I can’t wait to find out.
A deep base plays and Jolie sets her phone down and spins on her heels. A piano chimes in and I recognize the song as Criminal by Fiona Apple. She walks towards me slowly, crossing one leg in front of the other, and causing her hips to sway side to side. Her hands move to the tie that holds her robe closed, and when Fiona sings, “ I’ve been a bad, bad girl” , Jolie pulls the robe open and lets it cascade to the floor.
“Fucking Christ. Thank you,” I say, looking up to the sky.
Underneath that robe is a completely sheer, cropped pink top that hangs just off her shoulders with little pink bows. The best part is that it has as much coverage as a wet napkin, and her plump breasts and pink nipples are in full view. The matching panties give me the same amazing peek at her bare pussy and I’m dying for her to sit that delicious treat right on my face.
Her nails skate up my arm as she strolls around the chair until she faces me. My arm reaches out to touch her and she smacks it away.
“No touching the dancers, sir,” she tells me in a cheeky voice.
Her body rolls to the beat and she lets her hands roam over her body, tweaking her nipples and gliding between her legs. She places her hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes them as far apart as the chair will allow, then kneels between them. The way she teases me, leaning closer to my aching cock, then pulls back makes my fingers itch to spank her.
Pushing down on my strong thighs, Jolie stands and her body swivels and swerves until she faces away, putting her ass right where I can bite it. Palms smooth over the round globes then slide down the backs of her legs until she’s bent over. I decided I’ve been patient long enough, and grip the flimsy fabric and rip it in two.
She yelps and tries to stand up, but I push on her back and she slumps forward, bracing her hands on the floor.
“Joaquín.”
“It’s my turn now, Bunny. Be a good girl and stay just like that.”
I lick my lips then dive in, my mouth clamping onto her wet cunt. She groans as I devour her and I feel her legs shake as she struggles to hold her position. I know she so badly wants to anchor herself to me, run her fingers through my hair, claw at my back. But the will to hold back will make her orgasm that much sweeter when the time finally comes.
Releasing her I stand and spank her luscious ass, leaving behind a red handprint. “I want to try something with you. Something I think you will enjoy. I see that dirty side of you that likes a little bit of pain with her pleasure. So let’s see how much you can take before you break.”
She lifts her head and attempts to look at me but I won’t let her stand, making it difficult for her to either gauge or speak.
“Just relax and do as I ask. If it’s too much, tell me to stop.” I bend over just enough to grip her shoulder and guide her up at a ninety degree angle.
I know this position is hard for her to hold her stance, which is why I’ll be helping her. My pants are undone and down around my ankles in record time, and I use her wet pussy juice to coat my dick.
“Listen really carefully, Bunny. Spread your legs until you have a stable stance.” I steady her by her hips and she shuffles her legs a little more than shoulder length apart. “Now reach back and spread that gorgeous ass. Open yourself up for me.”
“Are you fucking high right now? I am nowhere near ready for you to shove that fucking steel pipe up my ass,” she shouts, standing up and looking over her shoulder at me.
“Calm down. It’s not what you think. It’s more so to help you keep from falling over.” She eyes me skeptically, then slowly returns to her position and reaches back.
Her eyes are but small slivers as she glares at me, but her hands make their way to her back side and she uses her fingers to spread herself wide.
“Perfect baby. You look absolutely perfect.” I step closer and take her golden locks in my hand and wrap it around my closed fist and tug just slightly. “Ready?”
“Not really, but also yes,” she grunts.
I smile and grip my dick at the base and guide it to her opening. I nudge at her, parting her wet lips, and begin to slowly push in. Fuck, she feels so good the way her pussy squeezes me. My eyes close on instinct when she clenches around me.
“Don’t let go. Hold them open.” She nods with a groan and I begin pumping into her.
My cock slides in and out, each time coming away glistening with her. I pull out until only my engorged head remains, then push all the way until she tenses and high pitched mewl spills from her mouth.
I start to move faster when her moans turn louder, and the sound of her pussy sucking me is fucking bliss. The sound a person would make when they’re trying to suck up every drop of a melting popsicle when they pry it from their mouth.
“Mmm,” she purrs.
“Like that? Do you like when my cock splits that tight pussy?
“Yes. You feel…so good.”
I continue to pump faster and she gyrates, greedily trying to take more of me. Her cries turn more desperate and her breaths are heavy.
“A-ass. Stick, shhhhit. Stick your finger. In my ass,” she begs.
“Bunny. You dirty, naughty girl. I can’t wait to fuck you there. Goddamn. So tight and so warm.”
I let her hair fall from my hand and slide it around to reach under and around her small waist. I suck my finger, getting it nice and wet like she likes it, and push it in little by little
“Oh god. Keep going, Joaquín. More.” She begins to bounce harder and her ass slaps against my groin.
Once my finger is completely inserted, I begin to move it around, playing with my movements.
“Fuck fuck fuck. That’s good.” Her inhibitions are gone and now she wants more.
She begins to bounce harder and faster, and plunge deeper with both my cock and finger. I watch as a wave of goosebumps rolls over her skin that tints a soft shade of pink from the heat.
“Oh god. Yes,” she shouts and her back stiffens and her pussy continues to gyrate, riding the high of her orgasm until the very end.
Her body goes limp and I have to catch the both of us from toppling over. I sit back in the chair and pull her with me, my dick still firmly planted inside of her, and I thrust up, searching for my own release.
She throws her head back against my shoulder, and her arms snakes around my neck. My eyes zero in on the way her tits bounce under the thin pink fabric and it makes my dick swell, the blood rushing from every extremity straight to it.
“Jesus Christ, you feel so good. My own little fuck bunny.”
My fingers start to play with her clit and I move closer and closer to climax. The final tingle rolls up my spine, my balls pull tight to my body, and the first drops of cum pour out. I quickly pull out and let it shoot across her skin. Jolie reaches down and takes it in her hand, jacking my cock and letting the cum puddle on her glistening pussy and up to her flat belly.
We both work to catch our breaths and Jolie looks over her shoulder at me.
“Oops. Looks like we’re all dirty.” She bites her lip, her rosy cheeks turner brighter
I arch a brow and smile at her. “Looks like it. Guess we should clean up.”
“I think we better. I may need some help cleaning right…here.” Her fingers walk lower until she rolls over her swollen pussy.
She hisses when she touches it, and I pull her hand away.
“Maybe we should just actually shower. I think you’re done for the night.”
“But–”
“Nope,” I tell her. “Shower, a snack, and then bedtime. To our bed.” She smiles and nods her head.
I grip onto her and push myself to standing, then flip her up in my arms, carrying her fireman style to my room. We reach the threshold of my bathroom, and hear a voice roar through the house.
“Goddamit you two! I said no sex games!” Jordan bellows from the living room where remnants of what we just did lay about.
We laugh and run off to the shower, locking the door behind us, and helping each other get clean…and dirty again.