He sat up quickly and nodded. “I love having you in my ass. Come on. I can’t wait. You need to fuck me. We don’t have a condom out here.”
I followed him to my room, smiling when Sky undressed and leaned over the bed, presenting himself to me like a gift. Literally. He held his cheeks open so I could see his pucker. I licked my lips hungrily as I stepped out of my shorts and boxer briefs. Then I rolled on a condom, added lube, lined my cock at his hole and oh, my God…this was heaven. This was where I wanted to be all the fucking time. Buried balls deep in this man’s ass. He was so damn perfect, and there was no part of him that hesitated to ask for what he wanted. “Harder, faster, spank me, like that, yes…” I fell apart with a roar, clutching his hips as I pounded his ass. Sky tensed beneath me and shivered as his release hit a moment later.
We laughed at the mess we’d made, collapsed on the mattress, and held each other for a while. I had a spent condom full of jizz on my cock, and I was pretty sure I was lying on the wet spot. Both of those things should have grossed me out. But I didn’t want to move. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible. The best part was, I knew Sky felt it too.
We were a few games into our regular season, and though I wanted to report that my team rocked or that we were at least hitting our stride and were on our way to greatness, I knew it wasn’t true. Hell, everyone knew it wasn’t true. We were off to a lackluster start and holding steady. The Lions led three to zero, and with two minutes on the clock in the third period, it didn’t look like that was about to change tonight. Especially with Schultz sitting on the bench for consecutive penalties. Cross-checking, roughing, tripping…you name it, he did it. We were averaging three penalties per period while the Lions had one. We had no hope of winning like this.
It didn’t help that Troy was a human sieve tonight and that Logan spent more time bouncing off the boards than attacking the net. So much for impressing my boyfriend with my hockey expertise. And don’t worry, I kept that word to myself. I was mentally trying it on for size to see if it fit. It did…for me anyway. Boyfriend.
I glanced up in the stands to sneak a peek at him and did a double take when I spotted him sitting next to Miss Smartypants. Half a second later, the ref blew his whistle, and I promptly lost the face-off. I skated after the center, snuck up behind him and batted the puck to Logan, who raced down the ice to the net. We made a valiant attempt to score, but we didn’t have a real shot on goal until Schultz came back in. He rushed the net, passed the puck to me and skated to the far right corner. The angle was close to impossible, but it was all we had. I elbowed a defender out of the way, then sent the puck across the cage to Schultz, who slammed it home.
All right. That was good.
I patted Schultz’s shoulder as the crowd cheered. “Good job, man.”
“Thanks, Captain. Nice pass. If you trusted me a little more, we’d do that all the fucking time. Stop being careful. We’re here to fucking win,” he huffed.
I veered away from him so I wouldn’t accidentally trip him. Schultz was a prick, but this time, he was right. My game was always better when I let my instincts lead. When I thought too much, everything went sideways.
The same thing probably applied to my personal life. I listened to Coach’s motivational speech about playing with passion with half an ear and tried to figure out what Kendra was doing with Sky. Yeah, she mentioned she had a crush on him a while ago, but she’d firmly switched to Team Schultz. Hadn’t she? I couldn’t decide if there was any danger in her chatting with Sky. Kind of ridiculous coming from the guy who secretly wondered if the “boyfriend” conversation was the same as a “let’s not use condoms” one. Or maybe it wasn’t so ridiculous. He was mine. Kendra could flirt all day with Schultz or Troy or even me…but not Sky.
When Coach finished his rah-rah speech, I added my own two cents about playing with a killer instinct before gathering my gear and slinging my bag over my shoulder. I fist-bumped a few of my teammates on my way out, then went to search for Sky.
Yep. Kendra was still there.