I picked up the extra skates and brought them to the supply room. I was tired, my legs were sore and practiced had been hell. Otto giving me pointers on the sideline was cool and all, but I could only do but so much by myself. I needed a partner.
I don’t know where this ambition came from I don’t know why I was so intent on being extra. Something had pricked me and I had no idea what it was. I just had this flame inside me wanting me to be great. Maybe it was because it took me three years to finally get accepted into this university, that bred the best skaters in the country.
Maybe it was because I was on the verge of giving up skating all together, had it not been for Kelly’s insistent and Otto’s phone call last summer. When I was little I always dreamed of being the greatest, going to the olympics and proving myself. The more I trained, the further my dreams seemed to get. I was good, but not great. My mom said it was my own limiting belief.
That I had it in me.
So why couldn’t I do it?
Should I just quit?
Even my partner, my own outlet was unable to help me.
I groaned as I put the last skate on the middle shelf.
“Boo.”
I turned to Gunnar, slowly closing the supply room door behind him. He made his way over to me in his white t-shirt and fitted blue jeans. I blinked in surprise. What was he doing here? Hadn’t he left two hours ago after talking with Zoe
“What are you doing here?” I asked turning around, arms across my chest. “Wasn’t your practice finished a long time ago?”
Gunnar smirked as he circled me slightly. I frowned and he leaned one hand against the shelf a little above my head with a teasing smile on his face.“Tell me Blaise am I your dirty little secret from your boyfriend.”
I scoffed. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Oh.” He feigned surprise and put his other hand up, caging me. “So am I just your dirty little secret.”
I blinked innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t know what I’m talking about.” He repeated with a smirk.
I shook my head. He smelled fresh. How did he always manage to smell so fresh. Had he went home, showered and came back? Why? Not for little old me. Couldn’t be. Must have showered in the guy’s locker room and had something to do around campus.
Come on Blaise…no getting a big head here.
“Want me to refresh your memory?” he leaned forward. Was this boy playing with me? Stupid hockey players.
I nodded and then quickly shook my head.
Gunnar chuckled. “How about you be my dirty little secret?” He whispered.
“You wish.” I responded, chin up.
“I do.” He replied, much to my surprise.
My eyes widened. “What do you want?” I narrowed my eyes at him. I tried to step out, but he closed the gap between us even more. His frame bigger and more intimidating than mine. God, I fucking loved that.
“I already told you.” He grinned and lowered his head to my left ear without the hearing aid. “Unlike other guys, I’m not afraid to let a girl know when I need her.”
I inhaled sharply and then released a deep breath as he brushed his lips against my ear. “Are you playing hard to get?”
I pushed on his chest and he dropped his arms and moved back. “I’m not playing at anything.” I frowned.
Gunnar’s steel blue eyes looked me over and he chuckled. “Why so serious?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought you were playing. Didn’t you fuck me for a bet?”
I blinked in surprise. He’d remembered that.
He shrugged. “Like your new skates?”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I leaned against the shelf. “And?”
“You are playing hard to get.” He said in amusement as he took a couple steps next to me. “Calm down Blaise.” He brought his hand up to my face and I swatted it away.
To my surprise, he chuckled.
“What do you want?” I asked him again, turning to him. “I‘m not in the mood. Practice was shitty. And I don’t have time for your little flirtatious fames Gunnar Magnusson.”
He feigned hurt as he put his hand over his heart. “That hurts.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes as I got off the shelf.
He immediately grabbed my arm, his hold tight on me. I turned around.
“Come over.” He whispered. “I’ll make you feel better.”
My heart raced as I blinked at him. “This—-this is not a thing.” I stuttered.
He shrugged. “Good. It doesn’t need to be.”
Silence fell between us as he held on to my arm as we stared at each other.
The door opened and he dropped my arm and turned to the shelf, conveniently picking up the three hockey sticks laying on the bottom shelf.
“Here are the rest of the skates——Gunnar!” Greta giggled in surprise as she held two skates in her arms. “What—-what are you doing here?”
He shrugged. “Looking for something.” He mumbled as if occupied.
She giggled again and fixed her ponytail as I went over to take the skates out of her arms. “Thanks Greta—-“
“Oh I got it.” She said kindly moving her arms away from me and passing me to got to the shelf.
I turned and watched the 5 foot girl attempt to put the skate up on the shelf, before giggling in embarrassment.
Gunnar stood up and took it out of her hands without a word, putting it on the correct shelf.
“Thank you.”
He turned her back to him and faced me. ‘Fix your triple axel.’ He mouthed and walked away without saying a single word.
“Bye Gunnar.” Greta waved excitedly as he walked out the supply room. She turned to me wide eye. “Oh my isn’t he just the sexiest?”
I smiled. “He’s okay.”
“How long were you two in here for?” She asked excitedly. “Did he say anything? I heard he doesn’t talk much.”
I shook my head. “He didn’t really say anything——“
“OMG, I forgot to ask you, is it true you know him since you were kids?” Greta gasped as she pulled out her phone.
“What?” I asked, adjusting my hearing aid, tempted to turn it off, but resisting the temptation to be a bitch.
“You met each other when you were 10 in Reykjavik. OMG it’s all over the fan club site.” She excited scrolled on her phone.
“The fan club site?” I whispered standing beside her and staring at her phone.
“Here.” She said putting her phone between us. “OMG how cool is it that Blaise, that new black figure skater on campus met Gunnar when they were just kids.”
“What?” I snatched her phone away from her to scroll through the comments.
“Oh yeah, I heard they met at an ice pond purely by chance just outside where he grew up. And now they randomly met up again in college.”
“Shut-up! That’s so adorable!”
“The story practically writes itself.”
“I call complete bullshit.”
“Nope! Absolutely true, confirmed and everything from Blaise and Gunnar themselves last week at the party. Frida even said Gunnar asked about her parents.”
“Holy shit…” I whispered as I looked at all the comments.
“It’s true! And guess what else, I’m pretty sure it was her that got into his truck last weekend!”
My mouth dropped.
“Shut-up are you sure?”
“Absolutely, there are not that many black girls here. It was her, they left together like around 11ish or something.”
“Are you serious? Are they hooking up?
“Probably. I would.”
“Wait isn’t she dating her skating partner? Otto something, the one that like sprained his ankle last week.”
“I don’t think they’re dating. I think they’re just partners.”
“OMG leave it to the only black figure skater to be the team slut.”
My hand covered my mouth in shock.
Greta quickly read the last comment and took her phone from me. “Oh don’t listen to them, they’re always saying shit about us on these things.” She replied quickly. “But…..are you two—-“
“NO!” I replied quickly almost causing her to jump back.
“Okay, okay. That’s what I thought.” She said lightly putting her hands up in surrender. “Look it’s fine, the rumor will blow over soon enough.”
I gasped and rushed out the supply room, only to be greeted by the buzz of my teammates, almost everybody on their phone had looked up to see me come out.
“Oh my God, Gunnar just came out of there.”
“What were they doing?”
I put my hand up. “It’s not true!” I said defensively.
“Kelly already told us you did meet him as a kid.” Daria spoke up. “Haven’t you guys known each other your whole lives.”
I shifted my glare to Kelly who smiled at me sheepishly and gave me a heart sign. Next to her was Otto, still looking at his phone with a serious expression on his face.
“Okay.” I said calmly. “that’s the only true thing. Everything is pure speculation.”
“So you didn’t leave the party early and get into his truck last weekend?” Jenna asked.
My mouth dropped. “He was taking me home.” I whispered.
“Right…” Alan replied. “I’ve taken girls home before too.”
My teammates laughed as I saw Zoe come out of the ice rink, slowly, her phone in her hand.
“OMG they were so sus in here earlier.”
“Greta!” I yelled in shock as I turned to her sticking her head out of the supply room.
She smiled at me guiltily. “What? It did feel like I walked into something.”
“She came to my house after the party on Saturday.” Otto groaned loudly and rolled his eyes. “Stop trying to make a big deal out of nothing.”
I stared at him gratefully as he came over to my side and put his arm around my shoulder.
“Nothing happened.”
Another deeper voice said, that immediately garnered the attention of everybody in the lobby.
Why was he still here?
I bit down on my bottom lip to Gunnar, standing casually hands in pockets as he came around the corner.
“Oh my god, he was still here.” Somebody whispered.
Kelly’s eyes widened as she turned to me. ‘Him sticking up for you is going to fuel the fire.’ She signed rapidly.
I looked at her hopelessly. I thought so too. And it would negate what Otto had been trying to do.
“I reconnected with an old friend and then dropped her home.” Gunnar shrugged. “Big deal.”
Otto’s hold tightened around my shoulder.
‘Later Blaise.’ Gunnar signed at me in front of everybody. My mouth dropped along with all 16 other people in the lobby. He winked at me and turned around.
“Wait Gunnar knows ASL?”
“Fuck, can he get any hotter?”
Otto slowly turned to me.
Kelly quickly signed. ‘You’re so wet.’
“Wait, maybe they are just friends.”
“Why did he wink though?”
“I’m not convinced, something’s going on.”
“No, I’m sure she’s hooking up with Otto.”
“Okay everybody enough.” Zoe said stepping into the middle. “Show’s over, let’s go. Let’s go. And stop fueling the rumors.” She ordered as the team dispersed, most people still looking back at me as their hands typed away on their phones.
I sighed heavily. It be your own people.
I turned to Otto still watching me.
“What?” I whispered.
“Did you hook up with him?” He whispered back.
I shook my head. “No.” I responded with a straight face.
“Ignore them Blaise.” Zoe said with a sigh as she stepped in front of us. “People always want something to talk about, and you’re currently the hottest new thing on campus.”
“Honestly I totally forgot about that kid you met in Iceland that you wouldn’t stop talking about.” Kelly grinned as she walked up to us with her hands on her hips.
I widened my eyes at her to get her to stop.
She hit her forehead. “Of course it was Gunnar, this Gunnar… that was more than 10 years ago. No wonder you thought he looked really familiar at the game last weekend.”
I was going to kill my best friend as she took the story and ran with it gleefully.
Zoe sharpened her eyes at Kelly before turning to me, her gaze softening slightly.
You know sometimes…sometimes I just had this inkling that maybe…she pitied me.
“Your triple axel is missing a half rotation, you’re cutting it short.” She nodded. “ Your forward edge is not precise enough, its as if you hesitate every time you do it.”
I nodded.
“Also I know Otto is injured, but you need to practice your throw jump. You got points taken off during audition. He threw you perfectly, but your jump was mediocre, barely notable. It’s supposed to be larger and higher with your partner assisting your take off. Work with Greta to see if you can borrow Alan for half an hour at tomorrow’s practice.”
I nodded again. “I’ll keep practicing.”
Zoe nodded and turned to Kelly. She looked her over and then walked away without another word.
“I swear your cousin wants to fight me.” Kelly put her arms up. “Let her fight me. I’ve been waiting for the longest to snatch a bitch.”
“You don’t ever know when to stop talking do you?” I asked my bestie as I walked up to her, Otto’s arm slipping off me.
She grinned at me innocently. “I’m just so glad you reunited with your childhood crush.”
“If I find out you took this story to new heights——“
“Oh like he was your first kiss?” She asked innocently.
My mouth dropped.
“I didn’t tell them that.”
“Who’s them?”
“Wait he was your first kiss?” Otto asked stepping into the conversation. He took my arm and turned me to him. “Did you sleep with him?” He asked again.
I scoffed. “No.” I turned to Kelly who at least had the decency to act outraged by Otto’s question.
“Otto Botto, why does it sound like you’re hounding her?”
“I’m not.” He said defensively. “I’m just looking out for her. Gunnar is not a good guy.”
I frowned. “How do you know that?”
“Yeah how do you know that?” Kelly questioned, her arms across her chest. “I have his sex history and personality expertise on deck. So far his rap sheet is good. Cleaner than yours.”
“What?” I turned to my friend in disbelief.
Otto scoffed and glared at Kelly. “You can’t be serious.”
She gave him a heart sign with her fingers. “I’m your number one fan Otto.” She blew him a kiss.
I sighed and moved away from them. “I can’t believe this is happen…ing…” my voice trailed off as Gunnar came back from the double doors of the lobby, heading towards me.
My eyes widened. Was he—-did he—-
He acknowledged Kelly and Otto with a nod and to my utter surprise grabbed my wrist. “We need to talk.”
Kelly gasped loudly.
Otto stepped forward as Gunnar pulled me. “Hey!”
I put my hand up as I noticed people in the lobby slowing down and turning towards not only Otto’s shout, but Gunnar’s completely unnecessary display of whatever this was. Was he a glutton for attention?
“What?” He asked Otto. “I can’t talk to my friend?”
I narrowed my eyes at Gunnar. Him too? He was really running with this fake ass story? He pulled me through the double doors.
“Okay, okay, okay…” I tore my hand away from his as we were outside. I looked back to several people staring at us and turned back to him. “You’re making it worse.”
“I’m making your life easier…friend…” he reached out and had the nerve to ruffle my hair.
I gasped in shock. Did this white boy? I swatted him but he playfully avoided it with a laugh. I patted down my perfectly done perm rod. “Don’t mess up my hair. Do you know how long this took?” I demanded.
He opened the passenger door to his beautiful pale blue ford Bronco, and ushered me in.
“You’re not making this easier.”
“The more you hesitate, the more rumors are going to spread.” He sang while smiling at the crowd of students staring at us.
I didn’t even look around and quickly climbed into the truck. Wasn’t that the truth. He slammed the door and hopped into the passenger side, zooming out the parking lot without so much as a backwards glance.
“I don’t see how you driving me out of there helps our case whatsoever.” I told him as I pulled on the seatbelt and clicked it for safety measures. He was a fast driver.
“Were you born hard of hearing, or did something traumatic happen?”
“What?” I asked him, caught off guard by the question.
“Your right ear.” He stated as he slowed down and stopped at the red light. “Basically I want to know if when we first met when we were 10, you had a hearing aid too or that came later?”
I gripped the seat. “Born like that.” I responded. “So yeah,I had it at 10.”
“Your other ear is fine?”
“Fine enough.” I answered. “For now.”
He looked over at me as he pressed on the gas pedal and continued. “Does it make you uncomfortable, talking about it?”
I didn’t respond for a while, realizing that my sense of fight or flight had gone up. But….I shrugged. “Kind of…most people just pretend not to notice.”
He nodded. “I can pretend not to notice if you want.”
I shrugged again. Feeling my shoulders relax as I looked out the window as the campus disappeared behind me.
“I had this front tooth knocked out when I was 10.” He stated as he pointed to his front tooth. “Didn’t get an implant until I was 11, so you probably would have seen me with a toothless grin on that ice pond.”
I turned to him and chuckled. “Really?”
He nodded. “I refused to smile in pictures for an entire year, so only those who knew me back then knew.”
I blinked and shifted in my seat. “Wait….are we really just…”
“We’re in too far now Blaise.” He chuckled. “The whole university knows.” He stopped at the next red light and turned to me. “Besides it’s a really plausible story.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Is it?”
He grinned. “It is, if we say it is.” He looked me over. “Short and skinny kid?”
I frowned. “No…actually very tall and lanky for a 10 year old…and then I stopped growing.”
He chuckled. “I was chubby.”
I grinned. “Were you? Awww…”
“Why do girls always say that?” He laughed.
“Chubby kids are cute.”
“Chubby kids are cute to ladies…not other kids.” He corrected.
I laughed. “Did you get teased a lot?”
He shook his head. “I fought a lot.”
“I believe it.” I shook my head. “You’re so aggressive when you play.”
He licked his bottom lip and shot me a look, but didn’t say anything else.
“By the way…where are we going?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Still living on a prayer huh?”
I sighed heavily. “That’s my life.”
Silence fell between us and I cocked my head to the side. “You didn’t answer…where are we going.”
“My house.”
“Why?”
He smiled and drummed his thumb against the steering wheel. “I wanna fuck you.” He stated calmly.
I stared at him like he was crazy, but inside, my heart was racing. My mouth was open for awhile without words as he turned to look at me.
“I never—-“ I cleared my throat. “I never said that I wanted to fuck you again.”
“You didn’t have to.” He replied.
I put my hand up. “Okay Mr. Cocky…slow down.” I put my other hand up. “And what if I don’t want to fuck you?”
“Then we won’t fuck.” He replied calmly meeting my gaze. “I’m not going to force you to do anything, you don’t want to do Blaise.”
I touched the armrest, my mouth opened in shock. “I’m not your little fuck bunny.”
“Never said you were.” He replied.
“Have you ever heard of a one night stand?”
He chuckled. “Was that what that was?”
“Yes.”
He nodded slowly and pulled into his complex, slowing the car down. “Want me to drop you home?” He asked turning to me
I shifted my eyes to his building before looking at him. Was he bluffing? Would he really turn around if I said yes? Was he testing me?
“Yes.”
I watched as Gunnar turned his truck away from the gate and back to the road. “Back to your friend’s house?” He asked. “Or are you on campus?”
How was he so casual about this?
“My friend’s house.” I replied.
He nodded and licked his bottom lip. I watched him, his calm demeanor. The way he was seated back. His slow nodding to the faint rap music in the background.
“Are you upset?” I asked.
He smiled. “Do you want me to be upset?”
I smirked as I watched him. Maybe he was fuming inside and was pretending to be cool about it.
“I think you are.” I responded. “I think you’re trying to play it cool Gunnar.”
“And I think you want me to be upset, so it can validate your feelings Blaise.”
I laughed loudly in disbelief. “Listen Gunnar Magnusson…” I faced him in my seat. “You’re never fucking me again.”
He turned those beautiful light eyes on me, slowly looking me up and down. “Okay Blaise…Garnier…” My last name rolled off his tongue.
He asked about me. Or looked me up. I hid my smile and looked out the window. “Okay as long as you know.”
**
I licked his tongue again, before slipping it into his open mouth. We kept our eyes opened as he sucked on my tongue. His grip on my waist tightening as I rocked slowly against him.
I moaned softly as I kissed him again. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and the back of the driver’s seat.
Gunnar inhaled softly as he moved my hips into him. His fingers digging into the flesh. His eyes fluttering, but refusing to close.
My own eyes could barely stay open as I squeezed my walls around his dick with each intrusion. Our labored breathing, and the sound of wet flesh was the only noise in the car.
I couldn’t help my soft endless moans, no matter how much I tried to hold back. I pressed my forehead against his as he switched up the pace, slowly rocking my hips up and down his body. My toes curled as I moaned, pressing back into him
I panted, my head now lifted, his mouth on my throat. Sucking the sensitive flesh, as he himself moaned with each plunge of his dick, into my more than inviting wetness.
Feeling a mini orgasm, I gasped loudly as I pressed my arms against his chest, moving my hips quickly, riding him fast.
He inhaled sharply and leaned back, licking his lip as he looked down at our intrusion. He lifted one hand off my ass and brought it down with a hard smack. Causing my ass to vibrate.
I gasped, moving faster from the sensation that vibrated through my body.
Gunnar panted, closing his eyes briefly as if trying to hold back. He rubbed my ass again and slapped it once more, just as hard. My juice flowed more readily between our union as his dick jerked inside me.
I stuck my tongue out, somehow trying to find more air to breathe.
That only made him grab my ass, hold it in place as he pounded inside me for several quick seconds before gasping and slowing down. He panted and kissed my chin, biting the flesh, before smacking my ass again. It wasn’t no light slaps either. But the stings followed by the gentle caress was making me clit throb.
I hugged him tight and rocked against him, wanting the pressure where I needed it most. I took one of his hands from my ass and slipped it between our joined bodies. I pressed my head against his cheek as he rubbed my clit with the back of his three fingers.
Just what I needed, just what I fucking….needed. I cried out as shook against him. Feeling as if I’d been electrocuted. My hips shaking uncontrollably as he changed his hand position, rubbing my wet clit rapidly back and forth with his four fingers.
I gripped the back of the seat tightly as my head fell back, my back leaning on the steering wheel. As my hips rose, clear liquid squirted all over his white shirt. My arms gave up, but he grabbed me before I could collapse, bringing me flush against him. One arm wrapped around my back as he held down my waist with the other hand and panted loudly as he pumped inside me quickly. Reaching both hands down he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks as he threw his head back and moaned loudly, draining himself inside me.
I wrapped my arm around his neck tightly as I moved my hips, my walls pulsating around his dick. Squeezing as much of him as I could.
“Fuck.” Gunna moaned loudly as he moved my knees up to his side and kept thrusting inside me.
I panted as I rotated my hips, soft breathless moans escaped my mouth.
He pulled his dripping erection out of me and twisted my body towards the passenger seat. I grabbed the arm rest as he moved behind me. Against his window, grabbed my waist and pulled my ass back as he slipped effortlessly back inside me.
I gasped as he continued fucking me desperately in doggy. His hands gripping my waist as he pressed himself against my back. He panted in my hair. And brought his hand back down between my legs.
What the actual fuck was this?
My body shook as another wave of orgasm overcame me.
Gunnar gasped as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, digging inside me slowly, and then a few rapid pumps before jerking a couple times. Slamming inside me. His body rested against my back, almost toppling, my weak self down.
My body shook again as I remained on my hands and knees on the driver seat and passenger seat.
I could feel the rise and fall of his chest on my back.
“Are you okay?’ His voice was rough and heavy.
I couldn’t really talk, so I nodded as I panted.
I felt him lift himself off me and slowly pull out. With what little strength I had left, I moved my legs over the threshold and sat my naked ass down on the cool leather passenger seat. My hand over my heart.
Fuck I was still breathing so hard.
I turned to look at Gunnar, and saw he too was sitting butt naked at his seat. His dick glistening with his sperm and my juice was slowly receding on his thigh. His eyes were closed, his head back as he took long deep breaths.
His white shirt was soaking wet on the bottom half. I knew I was to blame. Squirting on him like that.
Was he some sort of sex god? How was fucking him, hands down the two best sex session I’ve ever had from 16-22 years old? This was bad.
Gunnar blinked a couple times before fully opening his eyes and staring up at the ceiling. “I should probably stop fucking you.” He closed his eyes and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his face.
Oh there it is.
“Before it turns addictive.” He finished. He stared at his hands as he chuckled softly. “Fuck.”
My heart lifted, but I didn’t want to appear too gleefully. I simply nodded. “Yeah…” my voice was still short of breath.
He turned his head to look at me. Openly look at me. I felt shyness creep on me as I pressed my legs together.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I’m wetting your seat.”
“It’s okay.” He replied softly. He smiled and leaned back in the driver’s seat. “You hungry?”
I nodded, putting my hand over my stomach. “I’m actually really hungry.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “So…please tell me you have napkins in here…or something.” I whispered as I squeezed my legs together feeling more liquid spilling out of me. I knew it was the remnants of his cum. Fuck I was fucking up his seats.
Gunnar chuckled. “I do. In the glove compartment, in front of you.”
I immediately turned the latch and opened it, taking out the soft pack of tissue. “Wet wipes would have been better.”
“I’ll remember that.”
I turned to him watching me, not realizing I’d said that out loud. I smiled shyly and jerked my head. “Look away.”
He faced front.
I grabbed a couple napkins and wiped between my legs, feeling it just as slippery and wet as I’d imagined. He looked over at me.
“Look away.” I ordered, my hand still between my thighs.
“I need some.” He protested as he reached over me and took some napkins off the pack on my lap. I watched as he carefully wiped his dick. “Yeah wet wipes.” He whispered as he pulled the foreskin back and cleaned his head….”now you stop staring.”
I jerked my head away and finished wiping a couple more times and folded it, and took more napkins. The whole time, I was thinking…this was a first…car sex…cleaning myself in front of a guy. Two orgasms in one session…oh and…did he fucking cum twice? Now that was a fucking first for real for me. Was my pussy that good?
“What are you smiling about?”
I looked up at him watching me, unaware that I had been smiling. I shrugged. “Trash?”
He reached behind the passenger seat and patted it. “Small trash bag behind the seat.”
“Oh you’re clean.” I whispered in shock. First car I’d been in that actually had a little designated trash bag holder. “Or you’re always masturbating in your car.”
He laughed loudly and I smiled. I sat back to him grabbing his boxers, which made me quickly look for my underwear.
We got dressed silently as I put on my underwear and leggings back on. I slipped my shoes back on as I watched him. Lift his damp shirt and smell it.
“It smells like you.” He remarked.
“You’re welcome.”
He chuckled and to my surprise he brought his shirt to his lips and bit it.
“Oh my God.” I laughed and rolled my eyes in embarrassment.
His shirt dropped and he licked his bottom lip. “What do you——“
“Chipotle.” I answered quickly. “I need like the fattest, spiciest burrito.”
“Chipotle it is.” He answered as he put his hand behind my headrest, and backed out the vacant forested lot.
As he spun his wheel around and drove straight, he still kept his hand behind my headrest. I looked at him and he smiled. He lifted his hand.
“Don’t even think about it.” I saw the mischievous glean in his eyes.
This motherfucker. He put his hand roughly in my curls once more.
“Gunnar!”
I tried to move his hand out, but he stopped the car, and to my surprise, he pulled my head to him, only to crash our lips together hard, kissing me deeply.
I stopped protesting as he moved his lips against me a few more times. He slowly pulled my head back. His hands still in my hair, his fingers slowly messaging my scalp, creating the most pleasant of sensation to pass through me.
“Yeah….” He whispered. “You’re addictive.”
I grabbed his head and pulled him back into the kiss. A long slow one, before pecking his lips playfully. “Well then I guess, that’s our goodbye kiss.” I grinned.
He held my gaze for a couple seconds as I smiled at him.
“What?”
He removed his hand from my hair and nodded as it returned back to the steering wheel and he resumed driving. “No you’re right…..you’re right.” He bit down on his bottom lip. “Hockey is my wife. She doesn’t like it when I get too distracted.”
I chuckled. “Already married to the game….typical.”
Gunner shifted in his seat as he drove. Staring at the road in front of us. His hand tightened on the steering wheel. “You’re the most delicious distraction I’ve ever had.” He whispered. “That can’t be good.”
I laughed and sat back comfortably in my seat. I turned to him, surprised he hadn’t laughed with me. Instead he stared off seriously as he drove. I looked back at the road. Maybe this wasn’t the time to tell him he was the most delicious I’d ever had either.
*Preview*
I gripped the edge of the sink as he thrusted inside me. His eyes met mine through the mirror as his hand gripped my neck tightly. His face pressed the side of my head.
I parted my mouth as I panted loudly…a little too loudly. He brought his other hand up to cover my mouth. I could still hear the music vibrating outside the bathroom door.
“Ssshhhh…” He whispered as he held our gaze through the mirror.
I swallowed hard through his partial block on my throat.
“Blaise….” He whispered against my left ear, our eyes still locked on each other as he pounded his dick inside me. “I want to own you.”