CHAPTER 16 #2
Sasha placed the food on the counter and wiped his hands on a dish towel. He walked around the kitchen island and closed the space between us. His hands rubbed the length on my arms and then found the small of my waist.
“Damn, you're beautiful.”
“Oh, please, I know what I look like after I've been ravaged. My hair is crazy, my face is blotchy–”
“No, no, you're a knock out. And I would know, it's kind of my profession.” He smiled.
His line drew my face to the Steri Strips and stitches just above his left eye. “Speaking of, how are you feeling? Am I supposed to be coddling you? Or doing sexy nurse shit?”
“I'm starting to feel it. The Novocaine is wearing off. I wouldn't mind sexy nurse shit though.”
“Ehh too bad, I'm exhausted. I'm hungry and you only have yourself to blame.” I patted his cheek then kissed him before scurrying to the kitchen.
But he didn't let me get too far. He raced behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck as we walked leg between leg towards the kitchen.
“I'm glad you're here.” He pushed his face into my hair.
“I'm glad I'm here. But stop being romantic and feed me.” I patted his ass, then I squeezed his ass when I finally got to feel it. “Oh, my god.” I ducked under his shoulder and around to his back. “Look at your ass!”
“What's wrong with it?” He turned around trying to look at it like a dog chasing his tail.
“Nothing. It's amazing! Much better in person.” I smacked it again.
“Are you objectifying my body, Lucifer?”
“Respectfully.” I smiled and ran into the kitchen as he chased behind me, giggling the entire way until he caught me, then stole my breath with his lips.
I moaned, damn it, I moaned for him. My body was traitorous when I was in his clutches. I was hungry, exhausted and sore and yet when his hand reached down and found my pussy I fucking moaned.
“No.” I whimpered even though every fiber of my being wanted to say yes.
“No?” He thought about it for a moment and growled. “OK.” He placed his forehead to mine. “Let's eat.”
The meatballs were amazing and I tolerated the salad. I wasn't a fan of cold vegetables but I wasn't going to tell him that. Some things you wait to tell a man until he is in love with you. Insulting his mother's food was not the way to get on his good side. I wasn't a damn fool.
Twenty minutes later we were watching Robin Hood with Kevin Costner and snuggling on one of his couches. He had his head in my lap as I stroked his blond hair.
“That feels so good, Lucifer.” He mumbled. His finger looped into the long johns I was wearing just to hold on to me.
He was surprisingly touchy. Not like a trigger on a gun that could go off with the slightest pressure, but feely. He needed his hands on my body, always. I couldn't get enough of it. And the thought of this being too comfortable too quickly never even crossed my mind. I was so fucking into it.
But two large people on one couch wasn't always practical. For a while I leaned against him, his arm around my shoulder. Then we tried to spoon.
“We are too big for this couch.” I stood up quickly and moved to the separate couch that made an L shape. “I need to stretch my body for a minute. It's gone through a lot tonight.”
“I hear you. How tall are you anyway? I've never had my cock line up so perfectly before. I loved not having to crouch to put it between your legs.” Sasha looked my body up and down taking measurements.
“Uh.” I let out a huge yawn and covered my face as I stretched my hand over my head. “I am 5'11 thank you very much! How tall are you?”
He didn't actually need to answer the question as I looked up his stats way before we were together.
I practically knew his blood type. But I didn't want him to know that I knew.
A girl has to keep some things to herself and letting your man know you lightly stalked him and heavily fantasized about him was one of them.
“I am 6'4 without skates.” He stretched out on his couch and rubbed his bare chest. “I'm cold now that you're not over here though.”
“Liar, you are sweating like a beast. Your body is still going a mile a minute.” He was making me sweat just by being near him.
“It's the worst. I still don't like you being on a separate couch. I yearn for the way you touch me.”
My breath caught in my chest, my heart doing that thump, thump, thump thing.
“You yearn for my touch? Those are some pretty deep words you know?”
I almost couldn't believe he said what he did. He yearned for my touch? Who says that? A hot hockey player, I guess. And man, did it make me warm all over.
“Yeah. Oh, forget I said anything.” He rubbed his hands down his face, almost embarrassed that what he was thinking came out loud.
“Absolutely not. I will never forget that for the rest of my life. You just surprise me all the time.” I reached out my hand from where I was on the other couch and he grabbed for it, holding me tightly, rubbing his fingers along the inside of my wrist,
I yawned, the night taking hold of my body. “Sorry.”
“I know what's going to happen. You're going to fall asleep and I'm going to watch this movie by myself.”
“No.” I laughed.
I woke up an hour later, Sasha staring at me with an I told you so look.
“Sorry, I just needed a power nap. Oh, this is my favorite part!” I sat up quickly.
“When they burn down the village in Sherwood Forest?” He looked at me like I was crazy.
“No. When Little John can't get to Fanny and she screams out. 'Save yourself' She is sacrificing herself for her lover. It's so romantic.”
“Her lover?” Sasha's eyebrow raised.
I flushed immediately.
“Isn't she his wife?”
“She's more than his wife. She is willing to die instead of him sacrificing himself to save her.
And he called out to her with such pain.
That is what lovers do. They have that passion that transcends.
Lovers live just for each other. They don't need a marriage certificate.
I don't know, it's sexy and romantic, that's all.” I clutched my chest.
I stared at the movie as the scene played out. My hands clutched to my chest with the drama, the passion. When I finally looked at Sasha, he wasn't looking at the screen, but me.
The look he gave me could feed me for a lifetime and yet I would always hunger for it.
“How did it go with the WAGS?” He changed the subject.
“I didn't punch anyone. Nina was really nice though. I'm going to refinish a mid-century modern buffet dresser for her.”
“Yeah?” His leg twitched. He rubbed his chest, his hands balling and relaxing.
“Are you still amped up?” I questioned.
“My legs are twitching. I think the dirty shot just sent my adrenaline up and because I couldn't pound the shit out of him it won't release.”
“Or me.” I looked up at the ceiling. A knot formed in my throat before I could even realize why.
“What?” Sasha was confused.
“You couldn't pound the shit out of me either and now you can't rest.” I was frustrated and feeling like I let him down. It was a whiplash of emotions. I had heard the rumors of hockey Gods fucking for hours after a game. Is that what he needed? Was I unable to give him that now?
“Oh, no. We're not going down that road. Get over here.”
I didn't move and I didn't look at him. My emotions were getting the best of me. For some reason the previous thought was making me upset. Making me come to terms with the effects my body was having on my life. I could feel a welling in my eyes after the shock started to wear off.
“Get over here.” His voice was serious. “Please.”
I stood and walked towards him. Sasha held open his arms and I cuddled into them, curling my feet to the side as I sat between his legs. His heart was still beating and he was sweaty.
“My body's inability to relax isn't your fault and not your responsibility. You did nothing wrong. You actually did everything right tonight. My heart doesn't understand how to be calm when you are so close.” He played with my hair and rubbed my back.
“That is a fucking romantic thing to say, Sarge.”
“Plus, you didn't know this would happen. Fuck, even on a normal night I usually get off at least twice to calm down my body.”
This set off a light bulb in my head. A shining plan of action that could instantly make me forget about my tears. He just needed a little more help tonight. And if one thing was for sure I would always be in service to Sasha.
“Is that so?” I sat up and curled my body around to straddle him.
“Uh.” He inhaled with shock on his face as I slid my hand in his shorts and grabbed his cock. “Fuck, Lucy. Babe, my–my body–” He stammered and caught his breath as I pulled. “My body isn't your obligation. You don't have to.” He whispered.
I leaned in real close to his ear, my breasts pushing against his chest. “You're not an obligation, you're a desire.”
We locked eyes just as Sasha gave a little nod.
“Yes?” I smiled like the devil.
“Yes.” He heaved his chest.
I slowly stroked his cock with my hand. Squeezing at the base and lightly rubbing it at the tip to draw out his pleasure.
I leaned towards him and placed my mouth on his.
Sasha's hand grabbed my ass and the other the back of my neck as he held me to him.
His tongue went deep into my mouth like it preambled what his cock was going to do to me when he could.
We moaned in unison and I couldn't help but grind against his knee for the sensation.
“You're so hard.” I whispered in his ear.
“You make me that way.” His head fell back onto the couch as I pulled harder.
Sasha's hand when up my shirt, palming my breast and pinching at my sensitive nipple.
We rolled our hips together at the same tempo.
Murmured sweet nothings to each other in the night.
For what seemed like hours we breathed heavy and kissed and pulled and enjoyed every sensation of finally being able to touch one another.
“Oh, fuck.” His body tensed as my pulls turned into twists.
“Yes?” I questioned.
“Right now.” He grunted as he came all over his own chest.