Chapter 13
Kyle
My legs are battered, not from the two million pucks I’ve had smashed at me today, I have protection from those. But my body is aching, like I ran a marathon without any training and I'm pretty sure that’s down to a combination of wild sex and eight hours of training today.
Molly rocked my world last night, like totally span my head on my shoulders and I was left feeling as dizzy as a kid on a merry-go-round. Best night of my life though, hands down and I’m already itching to see her again. Lieutenant Davis is also eager to explore her beautiful depths again too, sinking into her last night was like a drug and maybe I'm already an addict. Would be ironic, wouldn’t it? With my mum likely sitting at home right now, shooting some heroin into her veins.
I leave my station in goal and zip across the vast expanse of ice, intentionally knocking into Sean and receiving an irritated battering into the plexiglass as a punishment.
“Hey, you ready to go? Coach is about done with us I think, just need to put this shit away.” Sean mutters, shaking out his sweaty curls and drenching his face in water.
I pull off my own helmet, gloves following. “Yeah, need a fucking nap or something, I'm dead from today.” Today, and the blonde who played my dick like a fiddle last night.
“Yeah, coach is working us like dogs right now,”
Nick lands with a thump against my back and I swat a hand towards his arrogant eyed smirk. “You babies done whining about today?” He sweeps a hand across his damp forehead, pouting his lips and putting on his baby voice. “Or do you both need a cuddle wuddle?” He stretches his arms out to us both, wrapping us in a disgusting, sweat soaked hug that neither of us wanted.
“Get off, you fucking simp.” I huff, slamming two hands against his chest and sending him slipping backwards on his skates before he catches himself with a triumphant grin. “And before either of you ask,” I point a finger between Nick and Sean. “I’m not coming out tonight.”
“What, not even to—?”
“No,” I jab a finger at Sean to shut him up. “Not even to Mac’s.” He groans, nudging a shoulder into Nick as they both judge me. “You know, I always knew he’d be like this when he met a girl he really liked.” “Yeah, me too,” Nick taunts, “knew he’d get all mushy and not want to hang out with his friends anymore.”
“His best friends,” Sean adds a forced pout to his dimpled face and I bark a laugh, rough hand scrubbing my face.
“Callie might fall for that face, but I most definitely won’t.” I plant my feet on solid ground, plodding towards the locker rooms. “Anyway, I don’t really like her, we’re just fucking. And maybe she’s kind of fun to be around too, in a—a…platonic way.”
Shit, am I stumbling over my words even thinking about her now? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Sean snickers behind me and I daren’t turn around and look at his smug face. “Yeah, sure sounds like it K-K-Kyle.” He teases and I flip him the double bird over my shoulder.
By the time I actually step foot into my house it’s almost 8pm and to say I'm tired would be an understatement. The thing is though, I don’t intend to try my luck with a danger nap right now, but the thought of doing anything but sinking my face straight into a pillow feels like a form of dragged out torture. So that’s exactly what I do, kick my shoes off and land straight on the sofa face first, my nose stuffed into a cushion that smells like Lewis’ cologne. I try so hard to fight the heavy threat of sleep, I swear I do, but without me even realising, it pulls me under.
When I wake up the living room is encased in darkness, the shadows of the trees outside dance across the laminate where the windows have been left uncovered by curtains. The guys must have gone out like they were planning to, obviously not wanting to wake me, which I appreciate, but I fucking wish they had. When I dig my palms into my eye sockets and sit up my body feels a little less achy than it did when I got home. I fish inside my pocket for my phone and swipe it open…10:45pm. Shit. A danger nap is exactly what I ended up having, which means I definitely won’t sleep tonight.
My sleep has been suffering lately, what with my mum being back on the drugs, my mind has been preoccupied almost 24 hours a day. Except for last night of course, where I slept like a fucking baby wrapped around Molly, her slender legs tangled in mine and her pineapple scented hair tickling my nostrils. God I want to see her again already. Maybe I should call her? No, I shouldn’t, that’s too needy right? Right.
I convince myself I should just go up to my room, start some of the studying I’ve been purposefully ignoring for a few days now and try to make the best of my free evening. I trudge up the stairs, eyes still a little blurry from sleep and swing open my bathroom door, dying to take a leak before hitting the mountain of study that awaits me.
Ping!
Shit. My phone slips out of my hand, bouncing off the edge of the toilet seat and clattering to the ground. Thank fuck it missed the toilet bowl full of piss below me. I yank my shorts up with a frustrated grunt, picking my phone up off the floor and reading the message that almost cost me a new phone.
Molly:
‘We fucking again tonight or what?’
It would have been worth wrecking my phone for a message like that. The smile that breaks onto my face is making me sweaty. I wash my hands, slapping my cheeks with icy water and ruffling my blonde tresses, before heading out of my bathroom and landing back on the bed. I tap the call button, pressing the phone to my ear and trying to squash down the uncontrollable smile that graces my face.
She answers on the second ring. “Oh, you’re so desperate to see me that you bless me with a booty call? How gentlemanly of you Davis,” She taunts and I bark my own laugh.
“You texted me Crawford and anyway,” I scratch my jaw even though she can’t see me. “You coming over or what?”
“You got a free house tonight?”
I nod. “Yeah, too right I have…so, you coming? Or should I come and get you? I don’t—I don’t know how this works.” My hand finds my jaw again, this time rubbing hard, the nerves sloshing in my stomach.
I hear Molly’s muffled laugh, like her hand is trying to push it back down her throat. “You can come and get me…or I can walk over there myself, it’s only a short wa—”
“No, you’re not walking here.” I stop her, there’s no fucking way she’s walking over here by herself in the dark, not on my watch. “I’m coming now, be ready in ten minutes.”
“Yes, sir,” She snickers, hanging up. I stumble down the stairs to the front door, clumsily shoving my feet into my shoes.
I definitely drive too fast, faster than I usually would, but my dick is already excited to see Molly again. He stands to attention the second she comes barreling out of the double doors of her dorm building. Her bright, but sultry smile causes an already pitched tent to appear in my shorts and I fight to tuck Lieutenant Davis into the waistband of my boxers. I scramble to hide his excitement as quickly as possible before she spots it and makes my cheeks red with embarrassment again.
“Hey,” she pants, climbing into my passenger seat and searing a tight kiss to my lips, her face lighting up like a moonbeam. “Shall we go?” “Somebody’s keen,” I murmur, putting the car into drive and peeling off the curb, the swell of my bottom lip still tingling.
“Well, yeah,” she chuckles heartily, “had fun riding that thing last night and looks like he’s excited to see me again.” She nods at my crotch and when I look down I almost die on the spot.
“Shit, fuck, shit.” I mutter, tucking him back into his spot between my waistband and my stomach. The fucker escaped without me knowing, probably trying to make me blush on purpose, well jokes on him if I don’t get any tonight. Screw that, I'm definitely getting some tonight. When I slowly lift my eyes to Molly she’s grinning from ear to ear, braid twisting between her fingers as she watches me with a fluttering gaze. “You ok over there big boy?”
“Uh-huh,” I nod, totally unconvincingly and check my trouser snake one last time. He’s finally mellowed, taking note of the panic in my chest and going back to sleep until he’s summoned. Which turns out to be a lot sooner than either of us thinks.
The second I open the front door Molly practically tackles me, her arms coming around my neck, mouth smashing onto mine and her creamy thighs wrapping around my torso. This is even more heavenly that I remembered, my mind being a little woozy with alcohol must have muted how fucking breathtakingly beautiful Molly really is. I carry her up the stairs to my room, careful not to trip and drop her on her ass as we barrel into my bedroom. I drop her to the bed and she hauls her jeans down her legs, t-shirt following quickly and I copy her movements until we’re both naked. We’ve been in the house together precisely ten-seconds and already our warm bodies are colliding in a breathy, sweaty embrace. I don’t wait, I can’t, Lieutenant Davis is aching to get inside her and so I let him. Molly curses, nipping at my shoulder when I push so slowly into her wet heaven, wanting tonight to create double the fireworks that last night did for both of us. Molly yanks at my hair as I thrust to the hilt, muttering an, “Oh my fucking god,” into her neck where I suck open mouthed kisses onto her skin like my life depends on it. She tastes so good, like a warm summer’s day with strawberries and ice cream, the smell of the ocean and the breeze tickling your skin all mixed into one. She’s just heaven, that’s it, heaven. When she eventually sits down on my dick, riding me like a fucking bull, I very nearly combust inside her. But I don’t want this to be over yet, I want it to last longer than last night when we were both swimming from the three bottles of wine. Plus, the utter relief of finally being able to fuck the brains out of each other meant I couldn’t hold onto my guys for very long. Now I know I have her all to myself I'm desperate to slow down, experience every bit of her, her smell, her taste, her touch. I want to remember it all tomorrow, so much that the feeling of her is engraved into my bones. Molly runs her hands through the lengthy golden locks that flow from her head, eyes rolling back as she bounces on my dick like it was made for her. “My god Kyle, you’re so fucking huge it feels like you’re poking around in my stomach.” She slams down onto me, harder than before and I fist the bedsheets so hard I hear a tear in the cotton. Fuck, those were new. My cock twitches and I beg him to wait, don’t explode on me just yet big guy. “Oh god, yeah baby, just like that.” I hiss, taking a handful of her hips in both hands. But Molly halts her bouncing and narrows her eyes at me whilst my dick aches with tension, the orgasm that was almost spilling now vanishing into thin air.
“Don’t stop!” I yell, the vein in my forehead pulsing with panic, the orgasm having sprinted away from me at full speed.
“Baby?” She muses, pursed lips and chest flushed red from my rough touch. “I’m not sure about that nickname, sounds a bit too relationshippy.” “Don’t be dramatic,” I laugh, although my annoyance at my vanishing orgasm is definitely there under my relaxed tone. “I made you come last night more than you’ve ever come in your life right?”
She fists a hip, my dick still buried deep inside her. “The arrogance is unnecessary…but yes.”
I lift my arms to rest behind my head of wild hair, the aroma of sex in the air around us. “So, I get to call you baby, because that’s what you are while we’re fucking.”
Molly ponders my words for a moment and my heart stutters as I wait for her to do something, anything would be fine at this point as my cock is deflating inside her. After a beat she pops a shrug and climbs off me, swallowing my guy don’t her throat, making me slam my fists down onto the mattress beside me, thighs tensing. I glance down at her, thick lashes dancing on the pink apples of her cheeks and all I can think of is getting her on her knees and coming all over her perfectly bowed lips.
I sit up, lifting her off me and pointing to the ground as I fist myself slowly. “Get down.”
She smirks and does as I say without hesitation, which only makes my cock twitch with desperation. She takes the tip back between her soft lips, sucking it into the hot well of her mouth and my spine crawls with the impending explosion. I want to give her all of it, everything I’ve got. “Touch yourself.” I demand and her lips curve around me in a sultry smile, tongue lapping up my underside and making her name fall out of my lips on a curse. Her fingers roam her sopping clit and her eyes squeeze shut when I sink myself deeper into the crevice of her throat. “Are you going to come with my dick down your throat?”
Her bright round eyes pinball all over me. My hard stomach, my jaw, my arms, everywhere I'm tensing right now, like she loves watching me teetering on the edge, about to topple over. I love it too and when I spill my entire load all over her, coating her pouty lips with my taste, she swirls her tongue, taking every drop and swallowing deeply. I climb onto her, pushing her back to the ground and sinking my face between her legs, sucking the throbbing bud into my mouth and rolling it around between my teeth. “Shit Ky,” she moans, back arching off the floor and fingers twining into my hair, yanking me closer. She comes on my tongue, and when I lift my face to kiss her I can taste the mixture of our orgasms on our lips. She lies back on the ground, heavy sigh rolling up her throat. “That was even better than last night.”
“Yeah, it was.” I fall back with her, snaking an arm under her neck and pulling her to me. Her cheek finds my chest, resting just over my rapid heartbeat and she snuggles in close, our bodies sticking together. I think I could lie here for a few hours and not move, keeping Molly’s legs trapped between mine and inhaling every drop of her sweet smell. But unfortunately for me, this girl has more energy than a cockapoo puppy, so after only a few minutes tangled in my arms she springs up off the floor with a grin.
“I think it’s snack time.” She smiles, pulling her clothes back on and rebraiding her waves, securing them with a white hair tie. I haven’t moved yet, but I know I need to and come to think of it I'm fucking starving. I haven’t eaten since lunch and although I just devoured Molly I could use some real food too, I'm a growing boy.
I sit up and my ears prickle, I swear I just heard the front door close, which means the guys are home from their night at Mac’s. “I think the guys just got back…” I scratch my head, the anxiety suddenly back without warning when I think about taking Molly down there for them all to see. “Do you want to…stay, here? You don't have to go down there if you’re like, I don't know, nervous or something?”
Molly lifts a brow at me. “I think there’s only one person in this room who’s shitting a brick right now about his friends being downstairs.” “No, I—I—” my hand shields my eyes from embarrassment. “Fuck, I don't know Mol, I just…” she waits, eyebrows still raised like she’s waiting for me to put my foot in it. “I don't want you to feel uncomfortable down there, with them all knowing what we just did.”
Molly’s cackle fills the air around us and my anxious eyes snap up. “You think I care that they know we’ve just had sex? I couldn’t give less of a shit Kyle,” she beckons me with a curl of her palm. “Come on, I'm hungry.” And with that, she blows out of my bedroom like a gust of wind.