Page 45 of The Love Penalty

She laughs and says, “We’ll see about that. Both our schedules are going to be so crazy, we’ll be lucky to get any time together outside of the game we’re both at.”

I run my fingers through her hair as I continue holding her to me. “There is the All-Star break. We could go somewhere the whole week. My friends and I usually go to my parents’ cabin up north for a few days and snowboard. Do you snowboard or ski?”

She shakes her head but says, “I’ve only snowboarded a couple of times. I’m pretty bad at it.”

“I could teach you if you wanted. Or we can skip the cabin and just stay at my house the whole week. Just you, me, and the cats. And my meddling family, of course,” I say with a laugh, thinking of all the times Alice walked in on our moments.

“I like your meddling family a lot.” She pulls back and gives me a smile. “We’re really going to do this? Messy, long distance relationship and all? Are you sure you don’t want someone who will greet you at home after every game with a homemade meal? I can’t even cook.” She frowns and I know this is just her insecurities and past experiences speaking, but it still breaks my heart that she would believe I wanted anyone other than her.

“The whole housewife thing is not my style, love. Besides, I prefer to do the cooking myself,” I give her a smirk. “I know you didn’t have the best support in the past, especially from the one person who should have been there for you. I would never make you put your dreams on hold or ask you to make sacrifices for my sake.”

A tear falls on her cheek and I gently swipe it with my thumb and kiss the spot. “As for the long distance, if anyone can make it work, it’s us.” I press our foreheads together and after a beat of silence, Olivia nods. Decision made. We’re doing this.

I tilt her head up to me with the hand that is still cupping her face and swipe my thumb across her jaw before leaning in for a sweet kiss. Olivia’s lips are soft and I take my time kissing them, licking at the seam until she lets me in. Soon, our kisses turn from sweet and exploring to fervent. She runs one hand to the back of my neck, gripping the hair there.

She takes control of the kiss and I can’t even fucking think straight anymore. When Olivia bites my lip and soothes the sting with a lick I have to fist the comforter because of how painfully hard it makes me. I need to slow this down otherwise we’ll be late to the game, but Olivia has other plans. In one swift move, she swings her leg over my hip, straddling me. Without taking her mouth off of mine, she pushes me down so I’m pinned to the bed.

Without thinking, I move both of my hands to the back of her thighs, close to her magnificent ass, and pull her closer to me. It’s only when she freezes mid kiss that I realize how thin the materials of my joggers and her leggings are, and that she probably feels how hard and throbbing I am against her.

When she pulls back to look at me, I can see the desire written all over her face. I’m breathing harder than I would after a game and focus all my will power into holding still, letting her take what she needs. She slowly pulls back more, one handtrailing down my chest and resting on my abdomen, until she’s straddling me, her back straight. My hands move from the back of her thighs to the front, rubbing circles on her leggings.

Eyes locked with mine, Olivia circles her hips and shifts her weight on top of me. My eyes close and my hips snap up of their own volition, fingers digging into her legs. Olivia continues to circle her hips on top of me all while moving her hand under my sweatshirt, finding all the hard ridges of my stomach.

Her fingers are slightly cold on my skin and it makes me shiver and clench my muscles in pleasure. I’m so fucking close I might embarrass myself during our first make out session. I try to slow her down by bringing one hand to her back and holding her to me, but all that does is make her more eager. She leaves a trail of kisses from my jaw to my neck, to my collarbone where she softly bites. I groan out a husky “Fuck,” which only makes Olivia move more.

I use both my arms to hold her tightly to me then flip us both around so I can be on top. The move surprises her and she lets out a little squeak and a laugh. I pull back and smile down at her. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe we should slow down. We do have to leave shortly.”

She looks over at the clock on the nightstand and shakes her head. “We have half an hour.”

“That’s not enough time for all the things I want to do to you,” I say in a low voice, licking my lips as I glance down at our joint bodies. My right hand is braced above her head, the other holding tightly to her leg that’s hiked around my waist. My cock is perfectly lined up with her pussy and I can’t help the groan I let out just seeing us in this position.

Olivia brings both her hands to my face and pulls me in for an eager kiss. Only when we break apart for air does she say, “I don’t think we should go to work when we’re both so sexually pent up.”

“Are you asking me to play hooky?” I smile into her neck.

“I’m asking you to make me come,” she says, breathlessly.

Fuck.What have I done to deserve this girl?

I gently bite down on her ear lobe and can’t help but revel in the shiver she gives me. “How do you want to come?” I whisper low in her ear. That gets me a small whine and a thrust upwards. “You gotta use your words, love. Tell me what you need.”

She groans as I continue leaving a trail of kisses from behind her ear to her throat. Her fingers grip my sweatshirt tightly and she’s panting against my mouth as I lean in for another kiss. “Tell me,” I whisper against her lips.

“I want?—“

“What do you want?”

“I want your fingers inside me.” Her admission surprises me since I didn’t expect her to be so blunt about it. But fuck if it doesn’t turn me on more.

I slowly back away and unhook her leg from my waist before reaching back down and hooking my fingers around the waistband of her leggings. Olivia’s breathing is hard and she throws her head back, eyes closed in anticipation. I can’t have that, so I say, “Eyes on me, Olive.”

Her eyes immediately lock with mine and I hold her gaze while I slowly pull down her leggings and underwear. Instead of asking her to lift her hips, I reach around and pull the materials down over her perfectly round ass myself, taking my time. Only when she pants in frustration, do I finally finish pulling her pants down all the way and throw them across the room.

I finally look down at her and swear at how perfect and glistening she is for me. I lean back down and hover over her, propped up on my left elbow while my right hand leaves a trail of caresses from her calf all the way to her hip. I kiss her senseless while running my knuckles over her hip bone, theneatly trimmed hair, and down to her clit. As soon as my knuckle flicks it, she arches up and moans against my lips.

Fuck. She’s so wet and perfect and I want to take my time and keep her in this hotel room for days while I explore every inch of her skin. But we need to leave in twenty minutes, so I stop teasing her and slowly pump my middle finger inside her. I groan at how tight she feels with just one finger and she sucks in a gasp as I continue moving in and out. One of her hands moves to grip my shoulder while the other circles my neck and she brings me closer, her kisses becoming more erratic. “More,” she whispers.

I add a second finger and curl them both inside, which makes her moan and squeeze me harder as she starts grinding her hips against my hand. I move my thumb over her clit and she shudders, but doesn’t come yet. I can tell she’s close by how tightly she’s holding me and how heavy her breathing becomes.

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