Chapter 32 Drew #2
One thing I've learned throughout this whole experience with hockey is that when you truly care about something—or someone—you shouldn't feel nervous or worried.
People talk about how heightened anticipation and positive anxiety's a good thing, but I call bullshit.
When your heart is involved, you shouldn't be hoping for approval with warning signs in your gut disguised as butterflies.
You should be at ease—yourself. And not afraid of the reaction.
That's what Brooke does for me. She makes me feel accepted.
Seen. And it's all that I want. Hell, it's all anyone could ask for.
And that's why being that for her is so important.
She's changing my life every day that she embraces the real me—and helping me embrace him too.
Her opening up to me means everything. And I plan to get that from her in every way I can.
"Drew," Brooke whines softly, my fingers working inside her as I suck on her most sensitive spot. My dick twitches from the sound as it always does. And from seeing her so raw with me.
"Don't hold back, baby." I continue at my relentless pace, flattening my tongue against her center. "I want all of this." All of you.
Brooke pulls my head closer to her with one hand, her fingers on the other, curling around the bench.
I continue my movement, my cock growing harder—selfishly, her undoing is as much for me as it is for her.
I reach up under her shirt, brushing my thumb across her nipple, and when I squeeze it gently, her thighs begin to quiver.
"God, yes. Keep going."
"I need you to come for me, baby. Before I fucking do."
She whimpers at my warning—or confession. "You like this, Twelve? Watching what you do to me?"
I blow out a long steady breath just inches from her middle, centering myself but also adding to her pleasure. "You know I do," I answer, pumping both fingers in and out of her, then dipping back in, swirling circles with my tongue.
Brooke moans, tightening around me, the lower half of her leg wrapping around the back of my head. I continue licking and sucking until her pussy pulses against my lips, and my cock strains so hard against my joggers it's borderline painful.
When she finishes riding out her high on my mouth, I slide up from my knees, standing tall above her. I take her chin in between my thumb and forefinger and lift so that her eyes meet mine. "I could watch you come for me all goddamn day."
Her lips part as her breathing continues to spurt out in short, quick breaths. "I need more of you," she whispers, sliding off her shoes and leggings.
I growl, tightening my grasp. "You have no fucking idea, baby."
With that, I pull my own pants down, and Brooke and I switch places, her standing above me now seated.
We both rip off our shirts as she straddles my legs with hers, slipping each foot past the bench on either side of my hips.
At a torturously slow pace, she lines me up with her entrance, and sits on my cock, aching for exactly this.
I groan as she takes all of me easily, my head drooping forward onto her chest. Brooke throws her arms around my neck, and I wrap mine around her lower back, pulling her as close to me as I can manage.
She begins shifting her hips, her range of motion limited from my grip, but it somehow feels even better than if she were bouncing on top of me.
With her feet planted on the floor behind me, Brooke rocks back and forth, lifting herself off of me just enough before dropping back down.
I hold her tighter, and she meets my intensity, our bodies moving passionately as one unit.
Both of our breathing increases, the only noises in an otherwise silent rink, intertwining with each other just as we are.
"Look at me," Brooke says suddenly, separating our chests now slick from our closeness.
I peer up at her, and she kisses me, her tongue eager to meet mine. When she pulls back, she searches my eyes. "What's wrong?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "Nothing." She gulps down a breath. "I'm just so proud of you."
My body freezes, my mind racing a mile a minute. I press my lips to hers in an attempt to stop myself from saying something I shouldn't—something she's not ready to hear. Something it's way too early for.
But fuck. How else do I explain this feeling?
"You're changing everything for me," I say back.
"No, Twelve," she says. "You're changing for yourself."
She starts moving again, but I'm still stuck on her words. She's right. I'm finally doing things my way. For me. But I wouldn't be able to do it alone. Not without someone in my corner who knows the truth. And it's been way too long since that was the case.
I used to think I wanted to be left alone. To be just another face in the crowd—lost. But what I'm learning is, all I ever really needed was to be found by someone who saw me for who I truly am—by her. And the rest of it started to melt away.
"You gonna be with me for real after all this?"
Brooke laughs. "Are we really talking about this now?"
I slide my arms behind her, reaching up to pull down on her shoulders, holding her in place. "Yeah, actually. We are."
She tries to continue riding me, but I have her unable to move. She clenches around me on purpose, and a guttural sound rips from my throat as my cock begs for its release. Brooke raises one brow, but besides a moan, I still don't waver.
She sighs. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend after all this is over, Twelve?"
I chuckle, but it's short-lived as the slight movement it causes brings me that much closer to the edge. "Fuck, I guess I am."
Brooke sucks her teeth trying to smother her smile. "Well, I guess I do know you after all." I grin, then she continues. "But, I'm gonna need a little more than 'Fuck, I guess I am' as we bang in the penalty box. Maybe you can use some of those performance skills for good."
She winks, and I drag her lip between my teeth. "You want a show? I'll give you a fucking show." I finally release her shoulders, and this time, I do bounce her in my lap.
Brooke cries out as she slides off of me, then sinks back down. "But only for me," she pants, grabbing her chest and massaging her own nipples.
Her head drops back as she falls apart, and I fill beneath her. "Yeah, baby" I groan, then I empty inside her, thinking of everything from these last few weeks. "Only for you."