“Tries to cut in front of the net, oh he jumps, rebounds…..HE SCOOOORRREEESSSS!”
“Gunnar “Gun” Magnusson has done it again!”
“ROLLL THE HIGHLIGHT FILM! Oh, Chuck you’re going to see that play time and time again!”
“Gunnar is truly proving even after——oh what, oh he’s not going to let that slide. He’s going after Matthew Shields who tripped him and there they go! They’re going right at it. Gunnar hitting about 17 shots. He’s heated.”
“OH Geez Louise what a shot! There must be something personal. Must still be from that warm-up spat from earlier.”
“Now, the goalies are going at it!”
“The crowd is going wild, I mean this is going everywhere now, we talked about it Chuck.”
“They’re not letting go, can this result in a suspension.”
“Look at that bench cheering, oh they’re coming, there’s a pile up on there, everybody’s getting in on it now.”
“They’re upset on there over something. Oh Magnusson with a nasty punch.”
“I think they’re going to send the teams to the dressing room without finishing the 3rd quarter.”
“As expected Chuck, it’s a yellow card…for Magnusson!”
“That’s outrageous.”
“The crowd does not like the referee’s decision. The booing is heard all over the stadium tonight.”
“He is clearly a fan favorite….look how he works the crowd.”
“That’s the one.” Kelly spoke excitedly as she sat back down next to me after booing along with the crowd. She elbowed me and nodded her head toward our team captain. She turned my head around so I could see her. “She wants to slob on his dick so badly.”
I chuckled.
“Fuck, don’t you want to slob on his dick?” Kelly egged me excitedly. I cocked my head to the side and stared at him in the timeout booth. One of the coaches was having a heated discussion with him. Whatever the fight was, was clearly not over for Gunnar. He was visibly upset.
I wasn’t interested enough in the conversation to read their lips. Besides Gunnar had angrily just taken his jersey off. Which naturally received squeals and applause from the fans in the audience. He looked back as if not realizing where he was. It was brief, as if he’d forgotten there was an entire audience behind him, but then he turned and smiled. His wet face lighting up as he threw his jersey into the crowd.
Pure un-obliterated chaos. Causing even the game on the ice to slow down as the commentators remarked on the spectacle of the audience climbing to snatch the jersey. Two girls tugging it back and forth, until the tallest one, shoved her opponent, who tripped over one of the seats.
The girl who tripped wasn’t having it as she jumped back up angrily and swung.
Now the fight was in the audience.
“There’s no way hockey matches are always this chaotic.” I whispered.
“Yes the are.” Kelly grinned. “The more chaotic, the better the game…..oh look.” She nudged me but I was already looking.
Team Captain Zoe was making her way towards the timeout booth. Everyone knew Zoe Medecii. She took silver last year at Skate America. She’s great. No if ands or buts about it. Zoe Medecii had the ability to take gold in Worlds sooner, rather than later.
I wasn’t envious. I liked her. I respected her. Could she be bitchy and off putting? Name a really talented athlete who wasn’t? She worked hard and she made sure we did too. Well, those that matter that was.
I didn’t really matter. I mean I was good. But I was not that good. Good enough to make the team, please miss me with the diversity quota, not good enough to win medals. And she might have a soft spot for me because I was her cousin’s partner. Just maybe. I did realize I was barely if ever on the receiving end of her so called bitchy attitude.
I felt a tap on my shoulder as Kelly looked at me innocently.
“What?”
“Let’s make a bet.”
“I’m not making a bet.” I arched an eyebrow at her, but that only caused my best friend to grin wide, dimples appearing in her tanned cheeks. Her light brown eyes sparkling.
“Oh but you’re gonna love this one Blaise.”
“I’m not making a bet with you.” I pointed at my mischievous friend threateningly. “The last bet we made gave me my first ever cold sore.”
“You and 98% of the rest of us college students. Listen my sweet sweet pumpkin bean. Everyone has herpes.”
I shuddered and put my hand up. “Don’t. I haven’t had an outbreak in 6 months, don’t jinx me.” I licked my lips cautiously.
“If you win, I’ll give you my Edea skates my stepdad just got me.”
I gasped as I hit her arm. She laughed.
“What the fuck Kelly?”
“I know you want them.” She danced happily. “And if you lose….”
I shook my head. “I have nothing you want of that value.”
She thought it over. It was true. Kelly was rich. She came from money and was surrounded by it. There was nothing that I owned that she could want in exchange for those expensive ass boots.
“Your mom’s signed Fugee’s album: The Score.”
“Fuck no!” Except for that. That was priceless. That was like the soundtrack to my life…only because it reminded me so much of my mother. I loved that lady to death. And it was painfully for her to part from it as she handed it to me, and that’s what made it even more special. When I thought of home, I’d put it on.
Kelly clapped her hands gleefully as she put her arms around my shoulder. “Exactly.So don’t lose.” She whispered in my ear. I grimaced and adjusted my hearing aid, she was too close and it made a static noise.
“Sorry.” She moved her head back. “I’m so glad you finally got in Blaise. You can’t believe how vanilla this college is. Everybody walks up with an entitled stick up their asses, like yeah were rich but fuck, come back to earth for one goddamn minute.”
I rubbed my friend’s shoulder. “Only got in because Otto refused to partner with anybody else. It was luck.”
Kelly grabbed my face. “It was fate.” She pouted her lips as if to kiss me. “Fate that my sister from another mister finally joined me. Freshman and Sophomore year kicked ass without you.” Her eyes gleamed. “Now we can wreak havoc.”
“I don’t want to wreck havoc.” I pouted. “I already stand out like a sore thumb.”
Kelly laughed and put her arms around my shoulder playfully. “You’re black and you’re proud. The only black figure skater on campus, who will most likely make it to championship—-“
I laughed and put my hand up. “Yeah slow down, that’s not happening.” I leaned into my friend’s embrace. “But I’m so glad to be here.”
“I know you are, so make your mark.” Kelly ran her hand down my shoulder. “Let’s make this year fun, like we did back in high school. The bet is you need to do it before her.”
“Do what?” I asked.
She turned my chin back to the time out booth, where Gunnar was actually turned and listening to whatever Zoe was talking to him about.
“Do him.” Kelly whispered. “Surprisingly only 4 girls have been able to claim a one night stand with him these past two years. I know you can do it.”
“I’m not going to….’do him.’”
“Don’t go all miss innocent on me now. I know he’s your type, poor Otto. I’ve been scouting him out for you. As soon as I saw him. I was like Blaise would eat him up.” Kelly chuckled. “I know you too much Blaise.” She picked up her phone and whistled. “My best friend would suck dick for a——-“
I clamped my hand over her mouth roughly. “That was 10th grade.” I whispered through gritted teeth.
She kissed my palm so I removed my hand and she grinned. “Extra scandalous.”
“I’m tired of you waving your money in my face and making me do shit.” I elbowed her half-heartedly as she took out her phone. “I just came here to attempt to revive a somewhat dead skating dream. Not to get caught up.”
“Look at it.” She moaned as she showed me a picture of the new skates. “Look how white and spotless, they are. Unworn….” She bit down on her bottom lip. “With brand new eclipse pinnacle titanium blades. Better than an orgasm.”
My mouth dropped as I looked at the picture of her skates on her phone. My heart racing. “Why are you like this?”
“Because I know my bestie is a nasty hoe just like me, yet people think we’re just so sweet and innocent. It’s literally a high for me.” Kelly grinned. “And you might like her, but I can’t fucking stand Medecii.”
I turned back to the two people we were talking about, minding their own business, clearing garnering a lot of gossip as to if they were hooking up or about to be a couple. Which is probably what Zoe wanted right now. Or even Gunnar. Wouldn’t it be iconic for him to be dating a silver medalist?
“Why don’t we shake up their little love fest a bit?”
“You’re so toxic.” I turned to my best friend.
“So is that a yes?”
“That’s a no.”
“So yes?”
“No!”
“Blaise….”
“Kelly…”
“Edeas skates….”
**
I spotted him in the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. He was finally alone. Of course it would have been difficult to get one of the most talked about guys alone. We saw when he’d came late with a couple of the other players. He was with Dewitt Olivere and Jason McDaniels. The left and right wingers. They were greeted very loudly as if this was high school all over again and not the ending years of college nearing its head. They had gone to where the rest of their team was, before being surrounded by a platitude of boys and girls.
Kelly had been buzzing about the bet and now she was nowhere to be seen. Last I’d seen she’d been eyeing the goalie Jorge Hernandez. Kelly Watts liked her man thick, and I mean she loved them big boys. She was 5’3 and 100 pounds of muscle, but all our time growing up, I’d never seen her date anybody less than twice her weight and height. I personally think it’s cause her real father was a huge man. He died when we were 8 of a heart attack. But that trauma is a story for another time.
So why did she make that bet knowing, Gunnar was not her type at all? Throwing me into the lion’s den that’s what. It’s all to take him from Zoe. Look this must be rich girl problem, because I don’t understand their animosity towards each other, even though they kept it cordial around me. But if I could help my best friend out while also getting a little something out of it…why not.
Besides she was right. This Icelandic guy was totally my type. All 6’2 and 180ish pounds of him. I knew because seeing him off the rink, he looked as tall and weighed about the same as Otto. Same built and everything…but with a thicker neck.
I adjusted my hearing aid, bringing back in the noise of the party. I wanted to hear him, and not weird him out by just staring at his lips. A habit I realized either turned a person on or put them off completely.
I tapped Gunnar’s back and he turned around. Looking me over. Taking in my white crop top and low rise baggy jeans that exposed my flat stomach and highlighted my gold waist beads. I knew him, but I know he didn’t know me. His eyes lifted up to me after looking me over, with a questioning arch of an eyebrow.
“Hey.” He nodded at me in acknowledgement.
I put my hand over my ear and adjusted my hearing aid a little more. He had a low baritone voice.
Sexy.
Gunnar’s eyes shifted over to my ear briefly, before focusing back on me.
I smiled and leaned against the counter. “Can I ask you something?” I stated innocently.
“What?” He asked. It sounded harsher than it was. There was a slight accent. English wasn’t his first language. But I’d heard Gunnar wasn’t a big talker to begin with.
I leaned forward and then motioned for him to get closer to me.
He brought his beer down, his mouth seemed to twitch in an amused smile as he stepped forward and lowered his head to me, tilting his ear towards my lips.
“Do you fuck as good as you play or are you overcompensating?”
He didn’t move for a second, but I know he heard me. His lips went up in a smirk as he tilted his head to look me over again. His eyes roamed over my face, and I held my innocent look. He slowly brought his beer to his lips and took a long sip, maintaining eye contact with me. His eyes a steel blue was unreadable, but damn was it alluring. He smelled fresh. Freshly showered fresh, his hair still slightly damp. I liked it.
“Overcompensating?” I offered up slyly.
He chuckled and slowly walked to my other side and leaned against the counter. “Is that your way of getting my attention?”
“I got it, don’t I?” I countered smartly.
“So, what do you want to do with it?” He asked.
“You haven’t answered the question.” I reminded him.
He leaned towards me and bent his head. “Well, I can’t really be the judge of your orgasm now can I?
“That’s a big claim.” I whispered back. “To so casually assume you can make me orgasm.”
His lips parted, I wasn’t sure if it was disbelief, intrigue, but I knew I had him hooked. Gunnar seemed to like a challenge and the way he was eyeing me convinced me, I was going to get those skates after all. Don’t worry captain Zoe, no one will ever know.
“What’s your name?” He whispered softly.
“Oh there you are!”
I slid away from him at the intrusion of our new guest. I didn’t know who she was, but she was grinning widely at Gunnar. She turned to me and pointed. “Oh…you’re…you’re an ice skater aren’t you.” She said excitedly. “I think I’ve seen you practice. You’re new this year.”
I smiled at her in acknowledgement. I turned just slightly, seeing Gunnar in my peripheral view. He was running his thumb over his bottom lip as he watched me.
She groaned. “Oh…I forgot your name. I’m so sorry. I’m Frida, how rude of me.” She extended her hand. “I’m not a skater, bad knee, but I’m in charge of the fan clubs for the hockey and ice skating team!” She giggled excitedly.
Her energy was a bit much, but I didn’t want to be rude. “Blaise.” I shook her hand as I tried to maintain the smile.
“Blaise! That’s’ right. Were you at the game today?” She asked happily.
I looked at Gunnar who arched an eyebrow at me and then at Frida, who really was trying to hold a conversation right here, right now, while I had a job to do? Abort.
I pouted and shrugged. “No…I missed it.” I grimaced. “I heard we won though.” I picked up my opened beer can and lifted it towards Gunnar. “Congratulations.”
The 6’2 guy next to me looked completely amused as he knocked his beer against mine. And Frida joined in the cheers.
“Yeah congratulations Gunnar.” Frida giggled. “Seriously that shot that rebounded when they tripped you and you just jumped and made it in right before sliding across the rink…pure gold.”
I took a couple steps and felt resistance as my shirt pressed against my chest. I turned in surprise to Gunnar holding the hem of my crop top with his thumb and index finger, stopping me.
“Thank you Frida, but my friend Blaise and I have some catching up to do, if you don’t mind.”
I was surprised by his words.
Frida was also surprised by his words. She was a little suspicious too as her eyes looked at his hold on my crop top and then up to me.
I gave her an innocent smile. “I’ve met him before….” I explained. “When we were kids….”
Her eyes widened as if it solved whatever questions she had. “Oh cool.” She turned to Gunnar. “Wow…you two….knew each other….as kids.”
“It was really random.” I spoke up lying through my teeth. “Family vacation to Reykjavik when I was like 10 and I saw him playing at one of the parks, and I remember his name, and here he is. Famous hockey star, at the school I just transferred to. Who would have known?”
Frida’s mouth dropped open. “That’s super cool!”
I turned to Gunnar who was staring at me. I grinned at him. “Crazy right?”
To my surprise, he broke out into a big smile and laughed. Actually laughed. Even Frida was caught off guard as she stared at him in awe.
“Crazy, good to see you again Blake—-“
“Blaise—-“ I corrected.
“Blaise—-“ his eyes sparkled. “Let’s finish catching up. How are you parents?”
I frowned. He’d done that on purpose. He’d said my name correctly the first time. I quickly smiled and moved closer to him. “They are wonderful.”
He burrowed his eyebrow. “You were saying something about——”
I lifted my head to follow his words as he trailed off.
‘Orgasm.’ He mouthed, much to my surprise.
I turned quickly to Frida, but she hadn’t caught it because she obviously couldn’t lip read. She stared at us still grinning excitedly.
“Honestly the world is so small. How crazy is it that you two met before? This is the coolest thing ever. Oh and Blaise, you don’t have a fan club yet, but let me assure you that it’s already in the works. So many people were talking about Otto Medecii picking a childhood friend as a partner. Are you really good friends with Zoe?”
“Huh?” I turned back to her, because Gunnar was a sneaky one. I hadn’t paid not one bit of attention to her, because he was mouthing to me, to meet him outside in 5 minutes.
“Zoe…did you know her around the same time as Otto or was she a surprise?”
“Oh uhm….” I smiled and turned back to Frida as Gunnar calmly turned and slipped away. “I knew Otto first…we went to the same skating——“
“Oh Gunnar!” Frida cut me off and waved at him. She turned back to me. “Great, but I’ll get more on you later doll. I should try to get some pictures and statements from him right now for the fan club. Bye!”
I lifted my hand weakly and waved. “Bye.”
What the hell just happened?
I looked around in confusion, finally meeting Kelly’s eyes from across the room.
‘I saw that.’ She signed. ‘Are you about to hook up?’
I shrugged. ‘maybe?’ I signed back.
She squealed. ‘Go. Go. And text me. If I see Zoe, I’ll keep her at bay.’
Kelly gave me two enthusiastic thumbs up before she disappeared into the crowd of dancing and mingling young adults.
I on the other hand contemplated my life and decisions as I walked out of the huge house and onto the lawn of the house party. There were a couple people outside, smoking, chilling and laughing in their own little groups of two or three. There was no need to keep it quiet for neighbors as the nearest neighbors were a couple miles away.
Whose house was this again?
All I did was follow Kelly into the life of the rich and famous. She looked the part through and through. I was just the friend.
Well I couldn’t knock myself down too much. I could blend in whatever environment I was needed. Call me a chameleon if you will.
A beautiful pale blue ford bronco truck pulled up, and my jaws dropped. I was not a car person, but I could appreciate the beauty of what I was sure was a rare car. The tinted windows rolled down and Gunnar nodded at me from the passenger seat.
I looked back to see if anybody was watching, they were. I mean the truck was beautiful. It had the classy old style feel to it. High wheels, big rims, a soft top, meaning that in the warmer weather, the top went down, and this probably felt like what having an off road jeep felt like.
Trying not to gather anymore unnecessary looks or gossip, I quickly climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door.
“No jacket?”
“I left it in my friend’s car.” I replied putting on my seatbelt. “It’s okay, it’s not that cold out today actually.”
Gunnar nodded and drove around the driveway. As he turned, I saw a pink jeep pull up, with none other than my captain and her best friend. I leaned back, holding myself stiff, even though she wasn’t even looking in our direction. As she pulled up to the front of the house, we exited, and I took a deep breath.
I looked around the car in appreciation. Caramel brown Leather interior, from the seats, two in the front, two in the back, to the steering wheel, to the light brown custom carpet. His car smelled so fresh, and the jazz music playing in the background completely fit the mood.
Smiling, I turned, only to catch him watching me as he drove.
“Blaise right.”
“Yes.” I answered. “Blaise, not Blake.”
“Figure skater huh?”
I nodded.
“Singles?”
“Pairs.” I replied.
He nodded. “New?”
I chuckled. “What gave me away? Frida?”
He laughed and leaned back in his seat. I touched the smoothest of the leather on the arm rest.
“So 10 years old huh?” He continued.
I chuckled agin. “Yeah, don’t you remember?”
“It’s coming back to me now.” He played along. “Ever been to Reykjavik?”
I nodded.
His eyes widened.
“It was a 4 day layover from France with IcelandAir.” I explained. “It was with my parents, but I was about 16.”
“Oh yeah.” Gunna nodded. “I heard they still do those stop-over for up to 7 days right?”
I nodded and looked down the empty and calm road. “Where are we going?”
He chuckled. “We’re almost there. My apartment.” He turned to meet my eyes. “Took you a while. Are you always this trusting?”
“Just living on a prayer.” I replied.
Gunna barked out a laugh as he turned into the Bellevue apartment complex. I knew where we were. About 10 minutes from main campus. Kelly lived about 5 minutes from here.
“Are you a groupie?” He asked as he parked backwards carefully.
“You wish.” I cheesed at him.
He smirked. “You didn’t give off groupie vibes.”
“Yet you brought me home.” I countered as I took off my belt.
“Wanted a change of flavor.”
I held the door handle and turned to him. “Am I your first black girl?”
He chuckled and shot me a look. “You wish.”
I laughed and got out his car, falling in line behind him.
“So, you just wanted to fuck a hockey player tonight?” He asked as he swiped his fob and opened the gate, moving back so I could walk in first.
“You seem really casually about this.” I remarked. “Are you a manwhore?”
He chuckled and closed the gate behind him. “The amount of girls throwing their panties at me, might get to my head a little.”
“It’s true hockey players are known to be sluts.” I remarked.
He laughed good-naturedly. “Are we the sluts for accepting? Or are they the sluts for offering?” He stepped into my personal space as he pressed the elevator button. I could feel the heat from his body and I loved it. My 5’5 height that I always hated and complained about wanting to be shorter, just now felt perfect against his frame.
His hand softly went down my arm, and my body seemed to awaken in anticipation. You know when you just get those nice tingles or pleasure from such a simple touch.
“Well can I be an honest slut then?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator. He pressed the 18th floor and stood in front of me.
“Uh-huh.” He whispered. He was already given me those eyes. His hands gently held my waist as the elevator went up.
Oh he was good.
I licked my bottom lip. “Well, this was a bet.” I whispered. At least don’t let him think, I was mindlessly fucking him.
He arched an eyebrow and pressed his chest against mine as his warm hands rubbed my bare skin.
I resisted a small moan.
“Was it?” He asked. “And what was the wager?”
“Edea skates.” I whispered breathlessly looking at his parted full pink lips. God I wanted to taste them.
I know I didn’t say it out loud, but Gunna cupped the back of my head and pressed his lips against mine confidently. My lips were parted and ready. I kissed him back, opening my mouth a little more to pull in more of his bottom lip as my arms went up around his neck and I stood on my tip toes.
Gunnar moaned as his arms wrapped around my waist, he secured me against his body and sucked on my top lip.
The elevator stopped and our lips slowly parted. We stared at each other for a couple seconds.
“18th floor.”
I wondered if he was as sold on that first kiss as I was. That had felt really nice.
He bent down slightly and effortlessly picked me up. I gasped softly, feeling butterflies in the pits of my stomach, I wrapped my legs around his waist as we got off the elevator. My arms tightening even more around his shoulders.
I dropped my head to kiss him eagerly. Couldn’t anybody tell me anything. He accepted. He more than accepted as his mouth moved against mine. He swiped his card and entered his dark apartment, closing the door, turning us around and pressing me against it, his mouth never once leaving mine.
I didn’t know I was as horny as I was. But somehow, I’d gotten there. And I had gotten there fast, because I moved against him with a desperation that could only be solved by getting purely fucked.
I gasped against his mouth as we broke our kiss for air. I pulled at his shirt and he released me, putting me back on the ground. We kissed almost desperately in between stepping out of our shoes and shirt. I loved the way, he watched me as he threw his shirt back and unzipped his jeans. I pulled my shirt over my head, my breasts fully exposed since, I’d opted out of wearing a bra.
He stuck his tongue out and cupped my neck, kissing me hard. My nipples rubbed against his smooth bare chest as my arms once more went around his waist, holding him as close to me as possible. We broke the kiss and I kissed his neck.
He moaned.
I sucked on it and he jerked his hips into me as he pressed us against the door.
I bit the flesh and Gunnar shuddered, his hand reached down and squeezed my ass cheek, shaking it with a grunt of approval.
I rotated my hips, against his thigh, feeling the pleasant sensation creeping into my center. I moaned loudly, and he must have liked it because his hand went to the front of my pants. We broke apart briefly as he unbuttoned my pants. My hand immediately reached into his jeans, cupping him through his boxers.
What a package. This was more than a handful. I gasped softly and rubbed it as he slid down my jeans. I had to release him briefly as I stepped out of my jeans and he stepped out of his, throwing it to the side. He picked me up again and I loved it.
I loved being picked up okay. That was like my thing.
What I didn’t understand was my purely physical reaction to him. He wasn’t the only sexy guy I’d ever hooked up with. But I could say, he was currently the only one that I truly, wanted to fuck. Like I just wanted to fuck him.
He must have felt the same way, because we fell on his couch. I climbed off him as he shoved his boxers down to his knees. I wiggled out of my underwear as I watched him grab his thick erection and watch me as he stroked himself.
Was that precum I saw?
I guess I wasn’t the only one affected.
I climbed back on top of him and he grabbed my thighs, parting my legs.
I would like to say that I’m smarter than this, but I swear in the heat of the moment, things seem to fly out the window.
This is how desperately I wanted to fuck him. So when he rubbed the head of his dick against my wet entrance, I bucked in anticipation. I gave him a big nice long tongue rub against his stuck stuck out tongue. Allowing my tongue to play with his as he grabbed my ass and slammed me down on top of him.
We both gasped at the wonderful intrusion. I gripped the couch behind him and pressed my head against his forehead as I rode him. With his assistance of course. His hands had a firm grip on my ass as he moved me back and forth on his dick.
I panted with each breath. His steel blue eyes held my gaze, his lips parted as his breathing was also heavier than normal.
This was too good too fast. What the fuck? We’d just started.
He picked up the pace. His dick hitting inside me harder. The sound of our love making, filling the moonlit living room.
I gasped loudly and closed my eyes, my head thrown back as my back was arched.
Gunnar panted loudly as he threw his head against the couch. “Fuck…” He whispered desperately as his hips moved uncontrollably.
These were the first words we’d spoken since the elevator.
I shook as he held my hips in place, thrusting inside me. My panting shortened as I pressed my hands against his chest. I could hear myself and I couldn’t stop. Every thrust caused me to gasp louder and louder.
Jesus! His dick was gold. I was getting so close.
Gunnar wrapped his arms around my waist and turned us around, dropping me on my back on his couch. His dick slipped out momentarily. He got on his knees on the couch, slid his throbbing erection back inside me, lifted my legs to his chest. Hugged it as he pumped away.
My back arched off the couch. This position. This position. I put my hand up above, unable to find anything to hold on to, I gripped the side of the couch and the edge of it for support.
Fuck I was close. I wanted to fuck him but he was clearly fucking me. I panted as I tried to open my eyes, taking deep breaths to regulate my body and slow down my incoming orgasm.
But that only caused me to feel each intrusion. Gunnar had slowed down the pace and parted my legs in the air. His hands holding my thighs tightly as he dug deeper and slower into me.
I watched him watch his dick move in and out of me in satisfaction. His pants were heavy and low. His eyes dark with lust.
I reached out and touched his abs. He looked up at me.
“You’re close.” He whispered breathlessly. “You’re squeezing me.” He shuddered and lowered himself. His hands on either side of me held him up as he rotated his hips.
We stared at each other as he picked up the pace. My hands now gripping his back, pulling him down closer. He lowered himself more, his damp hair brushing against my cheek.
Our panting increased as he slowed down and rolled into me. His lips pressed against my left ear before he bit my earlobe and ran his tongue around it.
I moaned loudly and arched into him. My hands scrapped down his damp back. I grabbed his ass cheeks and held it firmly as he picked up the pace once more.
I could feel it. I held him closer as I panted loudly.
He groaned. “Cum….” He pounded inside me.
That word on his lips flowed like liquid gold into my very essence as I cried out uncontrollably, my hips moving along with his as he fucked the orgasm through me.
Gunnar gasped loudly as his movement became more and more sporadic. He laid against me, sliding his hands underneath my ass to grab and squeeze it as he slammed against me. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him in place, not wanting the sensation to end. He lifted his head, eyes closed as he rolled his hips. Lips parted as he trembled. Jerking inside me with loud pants. He groaned and bent his head to the crook of my neck and slowly fucked me deeper and deeper as tremors of satisfaction passed through my over stimulated body.
Our breathing slowed down, as my hands slowly dropped from it’s hold around him. My legs released its grip on his hips as it also dropped to the couch.
Gunnar didn’t move for a while as he laid on top of me, but I could hear his panting getting slower.
After a couple seconds, our breathing no longer loud and unstable, he exhaled loudly as he pushed himself off me. He sat up on the couch, running his hands through his damp hair. His perfectly toned stomach still rising and falling as he looked down. I did too.
We both watched as he slipped out of me, my juices mixed with his sperm, created an easy path to slide out of.
He looked down at his dick and I did too as realization set in. I quickly sat up.
He looked up at me guiltily as he held his unprotected dick. “I’m sorry.” His eyes widened as he sat back on the couch in shock. “Fuck.” He ran his hands through his hair again.
I took a couple deep breaths. “Are you clean?” I whispered.
“Yeah, are you?” He asked turning to me seriously.
“Usually I would joke, but yeah.” I nodded.
He nodded too. “Birth control or do I need to run and get the pill?”
I shook my head. “Birth control. It’s fine.”
Silence fell between us as my nakedness and his slowly came into my conscious. I didn’t have anything to cover myself with, and I was still wet and sticky.
Gunnar sighed loudly and closed his eyes as he leaned his head against the couch.
“Uhm….can I use your bathroom?” I asked softly as I shyly put my hand across my chest and over the junction of my thighs. “And maybe a towel or something and I swear I’ll be out of your hair.”
Gunnar opened his eyes lazily and looked at me covering myself. He looked away as if to give me my privacy. “Yeah sure, no rush…I’m not…kicking you out.”
“No it’s okay…” I chuckled as he got up and walked his naked ass over to grab our clothes by the door. “I should probably hurry and go meet my friend.”
“Back to the party? I’ll drive you.” To my surprise he threw me his shirt. I held it against my front like a shield. I noticed he picked up my crop, top, jeans and underwear and placed them on the armrest as he held his jeans against his crotch.
I shook my head. “No need. I’ll just get an Uber, she lives close by actually.”
“I’ll drive you.”
I chuckled. “You don’t have to take care of me…it was just great sex.”
He paused and looked at me on his couch with his t-shirt shielding my nakedness from him. Nakedness that just moments ago, we were indulging in without shame. He nodded. “Let me get you that towel.”
“Thanks.” I bit down on my bottom lip as I watched him walk away from me. That nice fine small ass of his disappearing into what I assumed was his bedroom. I sighed heavily and leaned back on his couch. Fuck this was so worth the skates.
**
“OTTO!” I yelled excitedly to who I saw sitting on the bench, amongst the other skaters waiting to enter the rink. I removed my arm from Kelly’s and ran to my partner.
Otto stood up with his arms wide open as I ran into them. I crashed my head against his chest, holding on to him tightly as he lifted me off the ground and swung me around. I laughed.
“Blaise my love.” Otto’s embraced tightened as he put me back down to the floor.
“How are you?” I whispered as I looked up into his deep brown eyes. “You okay? What did the doctor say.”
Otto cupped my face and pressed a kiss against my nose. “6 weeks. It’s healing great. You know how we are, weak ankles.”
“Do I need to lose weight?” I whispered.
He rubbed my cheek. “I can still lift you easily darling.” He kissed my other cheek and put his arm around my shoulder. “How has practice been without me?”
I shook my head. “We haven’t really been able to get the rink. We got a new schedule with the hockey team.” I explained.
“Otto botto.” Kelly slapped his ass playfully. “Welcome back.”
He put his arm out and gave her a fist bump. “Been showing Blaise around the school?”
Kelly looked at me mischievously and grinned. Her dimples reappearing. “Oh yeah…she’s getting really well acquainted.”
I pushed her arm and she laughed.
“What?” Otto asked chuckling. “What was that?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
He looked at me and put his hand over my hair. “You found a practice partner?”
I pouted at him and shook my head, fake crying. I held on to him. “They all want shorter and lighter.”
Otto gasped. “Seriously? What the fuck? Are the guys getting weaker?”
I faked cried and held on to him. “My Otto…what am I going to do without you for the next 6 weeks.”
“Awww…” He hugged me and swayed with me. “Let me go talk to Alan. He’s at least tall enough and I know he can lift you without a hitch.”
I shook my head. “Greta doesn’t want to share.” I didn’t blame her either. Once you found a suitable partner, you held on to them like gold. “Besides she needs to practice too.”
Otto frowned. “Blaise…listen maybe in 3 weeks, I can do some drills——“
“NO!” I cut him off seriously. “No, stay off the ice, means stay off the ice. Don’t make it worse.” I kissed his cheek as the double doors of the ice rink opened up. “I’ll practice on my solo parts.” I beamed at him. “I need to work on a new routine anyways. Remember what coach Hile always said, learn to express myself. That’s my goal this year. I’m not worried about you. I know you’ll always do well.”
Otto grinned and cocked his head at me. “Are you…trying to compete this year?”
I shrugged. “I’m not getting any younger.”
He kissed my cheek playfully and I laughed as I moved out of his hold. Moving along with that rest of the skaters who were going inside, sidestepping the loud hockey players, coming out sweaty and bulky.
Kelly pinched my side as we walked forward. I swatted her hand. Otto looked at us curiously. I smiled up at him innocently as we went to the double doors.
Of course I’d seen him come out. Of course he was talking with Zoe by the doors. Sweaty from practice. His hair wet. I had a brief flash of him just as damp on top of me, on his living room couch a week ago. We hadn’t interacted since then. Maybe I was kind of maybe just staying out of his way. The sex had been great. I lowkey wanted it again. But that’s not what this was. I had my skates, I got some dick. That’s it. I was not getting involved with a hockey player.
We got closer and his head lifted. I had wondered what it would be like meeting him again, since fucking him. Would it be awkward. Would we ignore each other? Would we acknowledge one another?
He nodded at me and I smiled in acknowledgment and looked away quickly, not wanting to hold eye contact. Not wanting to make this anything more than what it was. Instead I looked to Zoe who had turned around to see who he was looking at. She gave me a brief nod before turning her eyes to her cousin.
“Otto? What are you doing here?” She asked frowning. “I thought aunty Bridgette said the doctor gave you 6 more weeks.”
Otto put his hand on my hair. “Came to help my girl out from the sidelines.” He replied and wrapped his arm back around my neck. Anybody who didn’t know how Otto talked would assume I was his girlfriend. I mean I didn’t owe anybody an explanation. Things were, what they were. The people that needed to know knew.
Gunnar didn’t say anything as he held his hockey stick and looked from Otto to me. I looked off as if I didn’t notice his gaze on me.
“He won’t get on the ice.” I promised Zoe. “He promised me.”
She nodded at me briefly, frowned at her cousin, side eyed Kelly and turned back to Gunnar.
And just like that we kept walking. I didn’t have to look back. I know I didn’t. But I broke free from Otto’s hold, adjusted my duffle bag strap and looked back.
Gunnar and Zoe were still talking, but he was looking over her 5’2 frame right at me. His eyes narrowed, questioning.
Zoe turned around again, but at the same time, Otto picked me up, surprising me as he held me up.
I laughed, dropping my duffle bag. “Put me down! Your leg!”
“What’s wrong?”
“What?” Gunner asked turning his attention back to her. He shook his head. “Nothing. Whose the guy?”
Zoe blushed and hit his arm. “Oh he’s nothing. It’s just my cousin Otto. He’s Blaise’s partner. Stressed out his ankle last week.”
“Oh.” He nodded.
“Why?” She asked.
“Why what?” Gunner replied in confusion.
“Why do you want to know?” Zoe shifted on her legs. “Were you jealous?” She smiled.
Gunner chuckled. “Bye Zoe.”
She grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving. “So…should we meet up for dinner…to discuss the rest of the schedule?”
Gunner sighed. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings Medecii. I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”
Zoe blinked slowly as she dropped her hand. She put a huge smile on her face and straightened up. “I just…it was just a captain dinner…”
“And you’ll dress sexy, and you’ll flirt with me.” He whispered lowering his head. “And I’ll get turned on, and we’ll fuck, and you’ll want me to make you my girlfriend.”
Zoe clenched her jaws. “I like you.”
Gunner scoffed. “You like my fame.” He replied, turned and walked away. “Just like every other girl.” He muttered.
*Preview*
“Am I your dirty little secret from your boyfriend?” He asked stepping up and caging me against the shelf.
I crossed my arms across my chest as I faced him fully. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Gunner cocked his head as he put his other hand up on the shelf fully closing me in. “So am I just your dirty little secret?”
I lifted my chin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I answered innocently.