Cayden
TWENTY-FIVE
Sweat drips down my face, but I ignore it. My whole body is on high alert as my eyes zero in on the movements around me.
Every sound is heightened, but it’s not the loud sounds I can hear.
It’s the ones nobody pays attention to. The ones that can only be heard if you silence the world around you.
I don’t hear the coach’s whistle or Stone barking out plays and instructions.
No, I hear the scrape of blades against ice.
The click-clack of the puck striking against the wooden stick as it gets tossed back and forth.
Air whooshing when a sudden stop brings small ice particles raining down on the rink.
The sudden crack of a high-powered hit sending a puck aiming directly toward my net, sometimes at a deadly speed of over 100mph.
My heart thudding in my chest and the rush of blood pummeling through my veins with each anticipated move as I study every arm raise, every slight curve of the stick…not a single movement is done near my net that I don’t notice.
I’ve been tracking the puck clean this entire practice, my glove whipping out without hesitation.
No second-guessing. No wavering.
Pure, trained instinct.
It’s the best I’ve felt in weeks.
The hard crack of the puck against my stick rings out as I deflect the shot away from the net.
“I bet that one jarred you,” Kane grins, coming to an abrupt stop in front of me. “The shot had some fucking heat on it. Still don’t know how the fuck it didn’t get past you, though. You couldn’t even see the damn thing at that speed,” he laughs.
“I could,” I smirk. “Tracked it all the way to my stick.”
“And that’s why I never want to play against you,” he chuckles, skating away.
“You’re going to give the guys a complex if none of them score on you today,” Stone laughs, coasting behind my net as he studies me. “Nice to have you back, Blade,” he grins, skating back to the center line.
I don’t respond as I reset in my crease, getting in position for the next round of hits. It doesn’t go unnoticed to me that I’m having one of the best practices I’ve had in weeks, just two days after my night with Luna.
It’s unnerving to me that I brought her onto the ice with me to begin with, and how pushing her away affected my game. It’s even more unnerving that I’m now playing better since I’ve let her back into my life. Well, into my bed at least.
I purposely haven’t texted her since I left that night, even though I’ve caught myself wanting to check in with her and see how she’s doing…ask her about her day.
But then I remember why this has to stay casual.
I would be lying, though, if I hadn’t been checking the clock all morning, counting down the hours until my appointment this afternoon.
I’ve been telling myself it’s because the yoga sessions actually do work.
I felt fucking fantastic after each one, and in just those two sessions, I’ve noticed a difference in my hips.
The past few weeks, I’ve incorporated some of the poses and breathwork into my daily routine, and whatever woo woo spell she has me under is working.
Under it all, though, deep down where I’ve tucked it away and don’t have to acknowledge its truth, is the real reason why I’m looking forward to this afternoon.
I just want to see her.
I…I miss her.
The thought sits heavy on my chest, but I don’t have another moment to think about it as Hayes takes hold of the puck and digs his blades into the ice as he rushes toward me.
Not a chance in hell is he getting past me.
His little stunt at the wedding reception is still burned into the back of my mind.
He may have succeeded in making me jealous, but he’s entering my territory now.
It’s payback time.
The lights are dim when I enter the room, and the heat from the panels is already warming up the space as I study her from across the room.
Her back is to me with her brunette hair pulled back in her usual ponytail.
My eyes trail down her body, and instead of leggings, she’s wearing these black, tiny yoga shorts that I’ve seen her dance in, paired with a matching sports bra.
It accentuates her already perfect ass into the eighth fucking wonder of the world.
I’m quickly becoming obsessed with everything about her, and it’s a problem that I can’t seem to control.
The soft click of the lock has her turning around, her green eyes finding mine.
Images of her on her knees with my cock buried inside her sweet mouth burn in the back of my mind, and from the way her eyes darken slightly, she’s remembering our last encounter too.
I told myself that the connection wasn’t as strong as I remembered.
That this need for her would lessen once I had my night with her, but seeing her now tells me she’s nowhere near out of my system. If anything, it makes me want her more.
“I half expected you to bail on me,” she finally says, nervously fingering the dainty gold necklace around her neck.
“What can I say?” I smirk. “I love to torture myself.”
I set my keys down and remove my socks and shoes before pulling my t-shirt over my head. If I have to suffer with her ass in those shorts for the next hour, she can deal with me shirtless.
Her eyes automatically roam over me, and I feel my heart thud harder against my chest.
“Yoga isn’t supposed to be torture,” she giggles. “It may feel like it sometimes, but in the end, you should feel more amazing when you leave than when you first got here.”
“Tell that to my dick, seeing you in that outfit,” I grumble.
Her eyes glance down at my gym shorts, and it’s clearly obvious I have no control over my body when it comes to her.
She bites her lip, and her dimple peeks out as she tries to hide her smile. Glad one of us is finding this humorous.
“Shall we get started?” She asks, her eyes brimming with a playfulness that makes me want to throw her over my shoulder and say to hell with the session.
But I promised my coach I would stick with it now that he knows it’s helping.
I owe it to the team to see this through if it can help my performance in any way.
I’ve dealt with uncomfortable situations and pain before in training and can get through this even if my body is two seconds away from snapping.
“By all means,” I say, gesturing for her to take a seat on the mat as I follow and settle down beside her.
She guides me into breathwork, but it’s different today. My senses are more heightened and aware of her presence. It’s like I’m feeding off of her energy and can easily merge my breaths with hers.
It’s a very sensual and erotic feeling to just lie there and really share space with someone on a deeper level without even touching. It’s a type of intense foreplay that I’ve never experienced before.
Her voice guides me into a few poses, and I notice her touches are more intimate than they used to be.
She’s still doing her job, but she’s letting herself really take advantage of the moment, which I have zero problems with as her body presses into my back, her breasts grazing my skin, as she gently deepens the stretch using her weight to pull me deeper into the pose.
My hips stretch and open, and fuck if that doesn’t feel amazing as I feel myself loosen in that area.
“Feel good,” she whispers, close to my ear, and I don’t miss the seductive tone to her voice.
“You have no idea,” I groan, as her fingers knead my lower back and hips that have been sealed tight for the past few years.
“Good,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. “Let’s move to the next pose and go even deeper. Turn over,” she instructs, removing her hands from my body and reaching over to grab the straps.
I turn over and watch her through hooded eyes as she pulls the strap under my back and adjusts it under my feet, butterflying me until I feel a deep stretch in my hips.
“Let me know if it’s too tight. I want you to feel a deep stretch, but there shouldn’t be any pain.” She sits back and observes me, and I shake my head.
“No pain.”
“Perfect,” she smiles. I see her hesitate briefly before her knees are straddling my feet, and her hands are back on me again, except this time, I get a full view of her breasts pushed up in that bra. Her cheeks are a nice shade of rosy red as the temperature in the room rises ten degrees hotter.
Pressing on my thighs, she opens me up more and works more tension out of my body. My breathwork goes all to hell as I try to control my breathing through my nose.
“Do all your clients get this kind of special treatment?” I ask, peering at her under my eyelashes.
“No,” she blushes, and my cock gets harder.
“I’m being totally unprofessional here, but since we already crossed the line between client and teacher, I thought I could get away with giving you a little more special treatment.
It’s not like I’m touching something I haven’t before,” she says, amusement laced in her voice as she continues to lean over me and work her magic on my body.
“No, you’ve definitely touched me before,” I murmur.
On my body and in places I swore would never be touched again.
I keep the last part to myself and focus on what I can control.
And right now, I want her to hand over the reins to me.
Grabbing her neck, I bring her to me, so our lips are almost touching. Her breath mingles with mine, and her eyes widen at my sudden movement.
“Untie me, little moon. It’s my turn.”
“But…but our session isn’t over yet,” she swallows. “Your coach is paying me…”
“My coach is paying you to make me feel better,” I say with a rough edge to my voice, already picturing her laid out underneath me.
“And what I have in mind is definitely going to make me feel better,” I grin wickedly.
“Now be a good girl and untie me. I have a sudden itch that, if memories serve me, you promised to scratch.”
She scrambles off my body and removes the straps around my feet, sliding it out from around my waist.
I have her on her back in two seconds flat as I reverse our positions, feeling better now that I have the upper hand.
Her breath comes out in little pants, and I can tell she’s highly aroused as her thighs press together.
Bending down, I get close to her ear and inhale her sweet lavender scent.
That mixed with the heat radiating off her skin fucking ruins me as my pulse kicks up a notch.
My tongue swipes her glistening neck, and the salty taste of her exertion hits my tongue as she practically purrs beneath me. Heat radiates down from the ceiling, causing a sheen of sweat on both our bodies as I enjoy the taste of her like this…all hot, sweaty, and bothered.
My knuckles drag along the side of her stomach before reaching her little sports bra. In one quick motion, I have the material pulled down, setting her breasts free as they spill out of the fabric for me to enjoy.
Her pink nipples tighten as I swirl my tongue over them before sucking deep and hard.
Moaning softly, she arches up and grabs my hair as I feast on each one. My dick is hard as stone against her leg as it digs into her.
Breaking away, I lean back and admire my view. Her breasts move with each panted breath, dotted with my marks where I’ve sucked and nipped at her soft skin.
Hooking my fingers in her waistband, I slide those sexy little shorts down her legs and toss them with her thong to the side.
Spreading her thighs, I see how wet she is and moan my approval.
“Such a naughty little teacher,” I tsks, running my finger through her arousal and watching her body bow up in pleasure, “getting this wet for a client.”
I suck her off my finger and savor the taste.
“Just you,” she pants, watching me enjoy my snack.
Possessiveness rears its ugly head at even the thought of her with anyone else. It does something to me that I don’t want to admit.
Instead, I reach for the strap and focus on what I can control.
Her eyes widen when I grab her wrists and bind them together, holding them tight above her head. The greens of her eyes quickly turn glossy as desire rushes in.
“Oh, how the tables have turned.” I watch her squirm beneath me, her body begging for what’s next.
“I’ve been thinking about tying you up since that very first day.
” I take her nipple into my mouth again and suck hard before grazing my teeth against her soft skin.
My hand slides between her legs, and a groan escapes when I feel her thighs slick with her arousal.
“You’ve thought about this too,” I smile against her skin as I insert two fingers.
“Cayden,” she whimpers, lifting her hips and forcing me to go deeper.
Jesus.
I raise my head and watch her enjoy my touch. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breasts jut out as she arches in sheer pleasure. Her little sounds are like my kryptonite, and I can’t seem to get enough of them.
When her eyes blink open and meet mine, I stare, captivated by their depths—the desire burning bright.
Something flashes in those greens.
Landing somewhere deep in my chest.
Sheer panic follows immediately.
I know if I let myself feel, I won’t be able to stop.
Needing the distance, I flip her over where it’s safer. Where I don’t have to see what I’m fighting so hard to suppress.
Her ass comes into view, and my pulse starts to throb faster for a different reason.
This I can control.
Grabbing the bolster, I slide it under her stomach, raising her ass in the air.
The sight is exactly what I need to push all the intrusive thoughts away.
Spreading her legs wider, her pussy glistens in the dim light as I watch her thighs quiver in eagerness.
“You are a gorgeous sight, little moon,” I breathe, trailing my finger down her spine before my palms glide over her ass and squeeze her flesh.
She raises slightly in the air as her breathing becomes more ragged. Her wrists are still bound above her head, giving her limited motion, completely at my mercy.
Taking out my cock, it’s swollen and heavy as I fist it in my hand and stroke down to the base. My balls are like steel as I grip myself harder and swipe my tip through her arousal.
Her moan sends jolts throughout my body, and when her ass pushes back into me, it takes everything in me not to bury myself inside. I can’t believe I’m even thinking about taking her bare…leaving no barriers between us.
Just the thought of painting her ass with my cum sends a new wave of possessiveness skyrocketing through my body as I tease her opening more. My jaw aches from the pressure as I resist the urge.
Reaching into my pocket, I grab the condom I threw in there before my appointment. Tearing it with my teeth with more force than necessary, I quickly pull it on before I cross another line I swore I wouldn’t.
I’ve given her more than I’ve given anyone these past few years, but having this thin layer between us is the last thing I have control of.
Feeling her bare…having that trust between us…
It’s more intimate…more everything.
A woman like Luna doesn’t come along often, if ever, and something tells me if I ever did remove that last barrier…
I would never be able to let her go.