Hunter
thirteen
ONE OF THE Harvard forwards stick-checks me and steals the puck as I’m racing towards their goal.
Jamie tangles with the Harvard forward – Jenkins – and takes the puck back, passing it to me between Jenkins’ legs. The crowd roars and my adrenaline spikes. I have to score.
I speed down center ice, my eyes on Harvard’s goalie. He’s watching me too. I pass to Jamie right before a Harvard forward checks me into the boards. I shake it off.
Jamie passes to Ryder who passes it to me, and that’s when I see an opening. I take a backhand shot and sink the puck into the net.
Yes.
It’s almost better than sex.
I raise my stick into the air, acknowledging the crowd’s elated reaction. We’re undefeated so far this season, and I intend to keep it that way.
When the final buzzer sounds, and we win 2-0, I can finally exhale and bask in the roar of approval from the crowd. I was focused as fuck the whole game, but now I allow myself to look up into the stands at the fans jumping and screaming. It feels good.
In all the chaos, I don’t know how I spot her, but I do.
Stevie, her blonde waves bouncing as she jumps up and down, clapping.
For me. But it’s her outfit that really gives me pause.
She’s wearing a Ravens jersey. When she sees me watching her, she turns around and shows me the name stitched on the back. My name.
Holy shit.
I wasn’t expecting that. At all. What I was expecting even less is the reaction that buzzes through me, pure possession and thrill that she’s claiming me like that.
I raise my stick and point it directly at her. Mine. You’re mine, princess.
Our eyes are locked, and she licks her lips, looking a little unsure, a little wary at the raw energy passing between us. Good. She’s going to be tied to my bed again tonight, and I’m not letting her go until morning with a sore, aching pussy and bruised ass.
Ever since I got a thorough taste of her last week, she’s been on my mind. The night after our fuck fest, I slept better than I have in years. My princess did so well letting me take her virginity. I can still feel her clenching around my cock, milking the cum out of me.
I’ve been craving her like a drug since then but decided to give her a few days to recover before I put her through the sex wringer again. She deserved a break.
But it ends tonight.
I turn around and follow my teammates off the ice. Coach claps me on the shoulder, his obvious pride sinking into my bones. He’s not exactly a demonstrative man; a clap on the shoulder is huge from him. But if I thought it was just pride he was feeling for the team, I was dead wrong.
Before we can hit the showers, he’s got a tape up on the big screen in the locker room, his laser pointer in his hand. The guys groan. It’s gonna be a long lecture.
Coach always does this when we’re playing well.
He doesn’t like us getting complacent, so it’s tough love all the way.
Now, he makes us watch 20 minutes of tape, pointing out our mistakes and weaknesses.
It’s fucking brutal. He pauses the game while I’m on screen, about to take a shot.
“Cruise,” he says. “Your backhand, it needs some work.” As if I didn’t just score with a backhand shot earlier. I hold back a frustrated sigh.
“Yes, sir,” I say.
“Alright, hit the showers,” he barks, torture session over. “Y’all stink.”
AFTER SHOWERING AND getting dressed, I drive off campus, heading toward Stevie’s apartment.
The guys are off to party at the club, but there’s only one place I wanna be – inside Stevie’s tight little cunt. I don’t know if she went home or to the club, or somewhere else. Not knowing where she is at all times chafes at me. I need to put a location tracker on her phone.
She’s mine now, and I’m not letting her off my radar for even one second. I shoot her a text.
Me
Where are you?
Stevie
Home, why?
Me
I’m on my way. Be dressed in my jersey and outside in five.
I get there in four minutes. Getting out of the car, I round the front to the passenger side and lean against it, anticipation coiling in my gut. I can’t wait to get her naked.
I’ve never wanted a woman this much in my life.
And I don’t know what to make of it, so I tell myself not to bother analyzing my feelings right now. It’s probably just sex hormones. Plus, the other night she reacted to me in a way that’s still got me buzzing.
So, yeah, it’s just lust, and I shouldn’t think it’s anything else.
I roll my shoulders and check my watch. She should’ve been outside already. I’m about to go in and knock on her door when she steps out. The sight of her in my jersey makes my cock stir. The jersey hits her mid-thigh, and her legs are bare. Do I dare hope she’s not wearing anything underneath?
She comes to a stop in front of me and I reach down, grabbing the hem of the jersey and lifting it up. Yup, no shorts underneath. Just black lace panties.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I ask her.
She smiles sweetly. “You said be dressed in your jersey, so I’m dressed in your jersey.”
“Tell me you’re wearing a bra.”
She shakes her head, still smiling. “Nope.”
“Jesus.” I open the passenger door. “Get in. Now.”
I put my hand on her thigh as I drive to my place.
I’m fully hard now, gliding my hand up and down her leg, desperate to touch her pussy and see if she wants me as badly as I want her.
She spreads her legs a little, silent as I trace lines on her inner thigh.
I can’t wait to tie her up and have her moaning again.
I want to take things a little further today. See if she’s game.
I drift my fingers down her thigh to the edge of her panties then go back up, teasing her, hoping she’s dripping wet for me. She shifts in her seat. I look over and see her lips are parted, eyes closed, and head pressed back against the headrest. Her nipples poke against the fabric of my jersey.
Only a couple miles to go until we’re at my place, but I want to pull over and fuck her now. In the backseat. On the hood of the car. On my lap in the driver’s seat. Fuck. I will myself to be patient. It’ll be sweeter the longer I wait.
Finally, I’m pulling into the parking lot of my building.
An older couple is in the elevator when we get in. I pull Stevie toward the back and glide my fingers up the back of her thigh, squeezing her ass until she squirms.
The couple get off on the 15th floor, and I grab Stevie and push her against the wall before the doors are fully closed. I grab her tits in both hands. “Naughty little princess,” I whisper against her lips. “You love teasing me, don’t you?”
“You’re the one who’s teasing me,” she hits back.
“Yeah? Are you wet for me, baby? Ready to take my cock right here, right now?”
Her jaw drops. “In the elevator?”
I lick her bottom lip. “Yup.”
She looks adorably unsure, and I laugh. The elevator dings, doors opening to the top floor. I grab her hand and lead her out. We’ll fuck in the elevator some other time. Guaranteed.
“I love you in my jersey,” I say, unlocking my front door.
“Next time lose the panties too.” I smack her ass as she walks in before me.
She whirls around and presses her lips to mine, her hands on either side of my face.
I grab the back of her head and push her back against the door, sucking her tongue into my mouth.
Kissing her has got to be better than any drug on the face of this earth.
I don’t have any experience with drugs, but you can’t convince me the dopamine hit I get from kissing Stevie isn’t better. Tasting her shoots electricity up my spine, makes my cock leak, and gets my head all hazy. I feel like I’m floating.
“Go to my room,” I tell her, breaking the kiss. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
I take a moment to catch my breath.
I don’t want to come the second I’m finally inside her. I have to pace myself.
I pour two tall glasses of water. She’s gonna get real thirsty while I fuck her brains out. And so am I.