Chapter 40 #2
“Dammit, Hayes, look at me,” I growl.
He finally tears his eyes away, and I get his attention.
“He just handed us a man advantage. You want to wipe that smile off his fucking face, then do it where it hurts the most and get that puck into their fucking net.”
His jaw pulses as he studies me. I know he wants to get a hit in, but now is not the time for a pissing contest. We need this advantage to score a goal.
“Let’s fucking do it then,” he fumes, and skates away.
Sighing, I turn and glare at Wilson as the refs lead him to the sin bin.
“Pussy,” Wilson laughs, trying one more time to provoke one of us.
“This next goal is for you,” I grin, not taking the bait as I slowly skate over to Kane. “How’s that wrist feeling?”
“Never been better,” he grins.
“Good. Be fucking ready when I pass it to you on the drop.”
“You got it, captain,” he smiles deviously. “The goalie won’t see it coming.”
“Fucking right, he won’t,” I grin, skating over to McCormick and Foxx, who are getting into position.
“Block on the drop. This one is Kane’s,” I say quietly so I’m not overheard.
They both nod as we get in position.
The ref bends forward with his eyes on the ice. I don’t so much as breathe as I place my stick on the ice and wait for the drop. Not a chance in hell am I moving early as I train my eyes on the frozen spot in front of me.
As soon as the black object touches ice, I move to block the other player. Scooping it up, I backhand it to Kane, who’s waiting for it behind me.
His stick rears back before the crack of the stick echoes off the glass, sending it skyrocketing as the blurred object goes straight past the goalie’s outstretched legs before the net swooshes from the speed of the bullet.
The light goes on, and Kane throws his gloves in the air in victory as we rush over to celebrate.
“That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” I grin, knocking his helmet with mine as my hand grabs the back of his neck.
“That one had some smoke on it,” Foxx smiles broadly, fist bumping him.
“We’ve got two more to win, boys…three just to fucking piss them off some more,” I say, wanting to keep them amped up as we skate back to the bench.
“Pissing them off more is always way more fun,” Hayes grins before stepping into the bench area.
“Not even a fucking choice,” McCormick growls as he follows Hayes.
Kane fist bumps down the bench line before stepping in and taking a seat.
“No, it’s not,” I grin as I watch Wilson be set loose from the box. He skates over to the bench and scowls at the wink I just threw his way.
God, I fucking love this game.
I’m still on a high from our win when I finally make it home later that night. Bruised and sore as fuck from being consistently slammed into the boards for the last two games, but not even the fires of hell could stop me from what I know is waiting for me.
It’s been almost five days since I’ve been able to touch her, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something this much in my entire life. Which surprises the hell out of me that hockey is taking second place on the list of things I love and need.
Locking the door behind me, I drop my bag on the floor and walk quickly through the kitchen, needing to lay eyes on her and breathe the same air.
Candles flicker on the nightstand, casting a warm glow around the room as I stop in the doorway, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight before me.
Her hair is in a high ponytail, and just like I asked, she’s wearing my jersey on all fours. The fabric is lifted slightly, giving me a perfect view of her round ass proudly on display as her pussy glistens in the candlelight.
“Fuck, Savi,” I breathe, trailing my eyes over my number before meeting her seductive stare as she looks at me over her shoulder. My dick is already straining against my pants, and my heart is beating madly against my chest as I grip the door frame.
My eyes spot her little toy beside her and narrow.
“Tell me that little toy didn’t take what’s mine.” I nod at her black rose beside her, feeling jealous of the damn thing already.
“No,” she smiles. “I got so turned on waiting for you that I wanted to,” she laughs softly, “but I stopped before I could because I wanted you here.”
“So you edged yourself for me?” I ask, raising a brow and feeling my cock ache from the images that are put in my head.
“Yes,” she whispers. She swallows, and I see her throat move, wanting so fucking bad to feel that pulse race around my palm that I know is beating rapidly.
“I want to watch,” I respond, keeping my eyes trained on her as I toe my shoes off and remove my socks. Unbuttoning my shirt, I see her hand grab the toy as a low hum fills the room.
It disappears between her legs, and she throws her head back in a moan as it makes contact.
Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.
Removing my dress shirt, I unbuckle my pants and discard the rest of my clothes, setting my swollen cock free. Fisting my hand around myself, I slowly stroke down the length of me before walking over to the bed.
“Look at me, Savi,” I say quietly.
She turns her head, and it takes her a minute to focus on me as the cloud of desire briefly lifts from her eyes.
“Remove it when you’re close. You are not to fucking cum unless I tell you that you can. Do you understand?”
Her eyes scan my body before landing on my straining dick. I feel my arousal seep out of the tip as her tongue comes out to wet her lips.
“You want a taste of my cock, sunshine?” I tilt my head and stroke myself.
“Yes,” she whimpers, releasing her hand between her legs and giving her body a minute to back off from the edge.
“Good girl,” I smile, pleased that she didn’t let herself cum and is listening to my instructions.
The mattress sinks with my weight as I get on my knees in front of her. Wrapping her ponytail around my hand, I guide my tip to her mouth and smear my cum over those tempting, plump lips.
Moaning, her tongue comes out and cleans them. I keep a tight grip on her hair so she can’t go further than the tip.
“Grab that toy, sunshine,” I say in a low voice as I focus on keeping control. “I want my cock down your throat when you scream my name.”
She eagerly grabs the toy and puts it back between her legs with a moan.
Her lips part for me as my jaw ticks from the pressure of holding back the need to fuck her hard and let it all go.
I hold back, though, wanting to torture myself a bit longer.
I guess old habits of relishing in the pain will never fully go away.
If this is the only pain I’ll ever feel again, then I’ll gladly accept my fate, as I guide my cock between her eager lips and slide into my own personal slice of heaven with a growl that erupts from deep in my bones.