CHAPTER 23 #2
“Good game tonight boys. Sarge. I don't know what's going on with you but you won it for us tonight. You get the puck.” Coach tossed me the puck, my first game puck with this new team.
“Now you skated well–”
“Coach!” Jonesy jumped from his stall. “I'm sorry to interrupt but the love of his life is waiting for him outside the locker room after not talking to him for eight weeks and I'm going to die if you don't release us right now!” he squealed.
“Oh, uh, Sarge? Your girl? She's here?” Coach smacked his hands together.
I nodded my head, unsure of what he knew. But, by the smile on his face, he knew more than I thought.
“Good game boys. Shower up and be back here nine a.m. tomorrow.”
Everyone screamed and I raced hard to the door, skates and gear still on, sweat pouring down my face, my jaw so tight I might break my own teeth.
I could hear everyone follow me out. The clatter of skates and bare feet chasing after me.
I busted open the door and ran down the hall where the WAGS waited after the game. I scanned for her, but couldn't see where she was with all the families around. I could hear the guys behind me, everyone wanted to see what was about to happen.
“Howl, Sarge, howl.” Jonesy giggled.
But I didn't have to.
In that moment, my most desperate moment, I saw her. Lucy was leaning up against the wall, playing with her hair like she was nervous.
I ran to her, but she held up both her hands.
“Sasha, it's complicated.” She pleaded.
“I don't fucking care.” I wrapped her in my arms and covered her mouth with mine. She took it, she wanted it. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she opened her mouth and tasted like mint.
“Yes!” The guys screamed behind us.
I heard clapping and cheering and I walked her back against the wall whispering in her ear.
“I need you right now.” Everything was forgotten. I didn't give a fuck about the why. She came back and that was all that would ever matter to me from here on out.
The gasp that came out of her mouth nearly undid me. But she nodded her head. “Please. I need you too.”
“Follow me.” I grabbed her hand and led her back down the hall, past the entire team that parted and gave us a path.
“That's so fucking hot.” Reeds whispered as we passed.
“Don't let go of her again.” Murph couldn't stop looking at our clasped hands.
He didn't need to say anything to me. I was never letting go of her again. I never should have agreed to stay silent for six weeks. I should have worked it out from day one to keep her privacy but also keep her in my arms. There is always a way when you loved someone as much as I love Lucifer.
“Where are we going?” She hissed at me.
Her voice made my dick hard. Her touch made my dick hard. Her smell, damn her smell, made my dick hard. But her presence, her presence started to stitch my heart back together instantly.
“Bobby!” I caught the equipment manager leaving his office.
“Uh, yeah Sarge?” He looked terrified of me. I would have to work on my people skills.
“I need a private room, now. I need to talk to my– my– I need privacy.” My voice was hoarse.
“Uh, sure Sarge, here, you can go in my office.” He squeaked.
“Thanks.” I pushed open the door and locked it behind us. “Take off your pants.” I growled as I pushed a chair in front of the door.
I needed to see her, her new body. I needed to see the scar. I needed to touch it to make sure she was OK. I needed that intimate connection of bodies fitting together because words alluded me. There were so many things that needed to be said and yet all I could think to do was feel.
She spun to face me, hesitant in her body language, but on fire in her eyes. There was equipment everywhere, giant shelves of it lined the walls and a single desk. The desk I would be fucking her on.
I inched slowly toward her. But she threw up her hands again. “I want to apologize.”
“You can tell me later.” I whispered.
“I–I, fuck I'm–” She stuttered. I could see her lips trembling.
“Are you afraid of what I'm about to do to you? Do you want me to wait, make it all romantic and slow even though I'm desperate for you?” I could feel the way I stalked her. The weeks apart turned me feral and whittled my human existence down to my very basic primal need. And what I needed was her.
A sinister smile crept to her face, igniting her eyes, telling me to come over and fuck her. “No.”
That's all I needed. I rushed to her and pushed her back on the table, her legs around my waist as I stood.
She pulled me down on top of her with her hands around my neck.
And fuck, was she hot. Her skin was on fire as she pulled at my pants to unlace them, searching for me, reaching for me until I was in her grasp.
“Fuck, Lucy, Babe.” I grunted.
But she muffled my cry with her tongue, lifting herself up by holding on to me for dear life.
I tore at her pants and pulled one leg out, unwilling to sacrifice any more time on taking them off fully. I went to yank down her underwear when I froze. I remembered that her body had just been through a trauma.
“I–are you OK?”
“Don't you fucking stop! I need you Sasha, fuck, I need you.” She growled at me.
And those words did me in. My desperation grew, it licked up flames on my body, making me tremble.
I pulled her underwear slowly down and off her legs and tucked them into my shirt as I could see the tension in her face.
She pulled at her sweater to cover the small hint of a scar.
I grazed my finger along her pussy, staring into her eyes that had now gone hazy with my touch.
She was so beautiful. I couldn't go slow anymore.
I mashed my face into her face, sticking my tongue so deep inside her I almost cried out.
She pulled me out of my pants and placed me at her opening.
“Is this going to hurt you?” I panted. Fear jumped into my throat at the thought.
She shook her head but gave a sharp intake of breath as I slowly moved inside of her. She wasn't breathing and for a moment I could feel her body tense.
“Babe, are you OK?” I waited for her to reply, nuzzling her cheek.
She was so impossibly soft against me I could feel the tears build up behind my eyelids. My dreams had been all consumed with this moment for so long. Even if this was a dirty little desperate fuck in an equipment room. It was everything. She was everything.
We were everything together.
“Fuck me. I want to feel it all.” She whispered.
And I lost it. I sunk into her tight pussy with such need I couldn't stop.
I grabbed her breast through her shirt until she moaned.
I leaned forward to claim her mouth. I wanted to be in her in every way.
Her tongue was wild against mine. She sucked my lip and nipped it, driving the pleasure I felt through the roof.
“You're so fucking wet.” I growled against her neck, wanting to bite her.
“Yes, there.” She screamed as I stood up just for a moment to get a better angle, to see her as I fucked her.
She tried to sit up to reach me, but I slowly placed my hand on her chest asking her to lay back. She reclined, holding my hand on her heart as we stared into each others eyes. I needed to see her, watch her, just to make sure she was really there.
The world was swirling in chaos around us. I could hear people talking outside the room, could feel fans rumbling the stadium from above, but in the moment, it was only us. She was beautiful. She came back to me. She was finally mine.
I rolled my hips, pulling up as I pulled out of her, never really too far before I sunk back in. The parting of her felt final, euphoric. Like all this time we spent apart was worth it because she finally let me inside her. She came back to me.
“Do you like that?” My eyes were about to roll into the back of my head because there she was, writhing in pleasure, soft moans cooing from her mouth.
“A little harder.” She moaned.
“Like that?” I wanted to learn her every whimper, so the next time, and every time after that, I would know just what to do to drive her mad with pleasure. She needed to be as desperate for me as I was for her.
Lucy nodded and covered her face with her hand. I could tell her orgasm was building for her and there was nothing I wanted more than to see her face as she came.
“Don't cover your face.” I took her hand in mine and placed it against the base of my dick so she could feel what I was doing to her. I held it there, rubbing her knuckles in rhythm with my thrusting. The wetness of her making up sloppy and slick.
But she covered her eyes with her other hand, mashing her glasses to her face.
She was getting so close. She didn't have to tell me, I could feel her body tense, see her hips roll and her legs try to rub against her center for the friction.
There was no way I was going to last much longer with the way she felt wrapped around me, with the way she looked under me.
So, I took her hand and kissed her palm, placing it on my face when I started fucking her harder. I was going to fuck her hard enough so she never forgot the way I felt.
“Sasha, fuck!” She bellowed, her hips pushing up against mine.
Her screams sent me into overdrive. Before I knew what I was doing I placed her ring finger and middle finger into my mouth so she couldn't cover her face. So I could brace my arm on the desk for leverage. I held her hand in place with my teeth. She was going to watch us. I was going to watch her.
Her eyes shot open as I didn't let her go, she just saw me biting her.
“Fuck, fuck!” She tensed against me, her orgasm face a mix of that pained pleasure.
I nodded my head and leaned forward, her fingers going deeper into my mouth as I pulsed inside her, harder and harder until I was about to explode.
I pulled out of her and spilled into my own hand, her fingers still in my mouth, pushing against my tongue, her body writhing on the desk. My heart nearly exploded with relief, because I finally had her and I would never let her go again.
Lucifer was finally mine.