Page 31 of For the Love of Skating
“Did you see Beast take down those two players without breaking a sweat? I’m telling ya,chica, I’m going to ride him so hard tonight that he’ll be seeing stars. That was hot, and my lady bits are in complete agreement.”
“You have it bad, my friend, and I think Beast is a keeper. Ride him until he can only chant your name, girl.” We get quite a few stares, since we’re being so loud, but we don’t care. I’m giving my horndog of a friend the best advice in a way she will understand.
We scoot with the crowd like waddling penguins up the stairs to get to the main lobby and wave our foam fingers when fans start shouting “Boston Terriers number one!” with muscles flexing and beer bellies jiggling.
A moment of clarity comes to me when we reach the tunnel that leads to the locker rooms. This need comes over me, to give Granger something of myself because he’s given me everything of his piece by piece. It’s not repaying him, since I already have that handled. It’s about wanting to make him as happy as he made me. I just don’t know what to give him, but it’ll come to me. Mary goes rushing by me with a squeal and launchers herself at Beast, who catches her effortlessly. They really are a cute couple, it's just too bad that she doubts his feelings. That girl is a free spirit and needs a man who can ground her but show her that it’s okay to be herself. I’m hoping that man is Beast.
Granger pushes open the locker room door, not even sparing a glance at his friend making out in the middle of the hallway, because his gaze is directly on me as he eats up the cement floor with his long strides towards me. His dark hair is slicked back and slightly damp, highlighting his sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Why does he make my palms sweat and my heart skip a beat whenever his pale green eyes connect with mine? He makes me feel like no one else is in the room, just me and him.
I’m going to give him everything. He may not know this, but I think I’m already half in love with him.
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The elevator dings,and we both step out at the same time, his strong chest brushing against my hardening nipples. What’s that saying? If you have something you hold dear to your heart, don’t let it go. Would he push me away if he knew the thoughts that are running through my mind about him, or would I run away because every second scares me? I’ve lost a lot in life already, everyone leaves at some point, and then the loneliness creeps in like a long lost friend. I think I just need time to sort out my life and figure out what I really need. Maybe I already know? He’s constantly on my thoughts. We haven’t talked much since we left the arena after the game, but it's a comfortable silence with a whole lot of sexual tension. I can almost taste it on my tongue, my whole body tingles with just him standing by my side, and with his hand brushing mine, every step sends an electric shock through me. He has to be feeling this too…right?
I want him, there's no denying that, but what if he doesn’t want me in return? I’ve never been sexually attracted to someone to the point of wanting to be stripped naked and demand he gives me the pleasure only he can bestow on my body. Seeing the intense way he focused on the ice tonight made me hot in all areas, because he likely brings that to the bedroom as well. The right way to touch, to taste, and to move his body until you’re seeing or feeling nothing but him.
He unlocks the front door and holds it open for me as I duck under his arm. He smells so fucking good, of fresh soap and his own masculine scent that makes my mouth water. He drops his hockey bag by the front door and follows me into the living room. Standing there awkwardly, he rubs the back of his neck, his bicep muscles bunching and straining under his white t-shirt. I feel as if God is testing me because he’s sculpted from perfection and I’m just…me.
“Did you want to watch a movie or something? I draw the line at face masks though, I couldn't get that shit off my face last time. If the guys find out I let you smear that girlie stuff on me then watch chick flicks…I’ll never hear the end of it. But I did like the cuddles afterwards,” he jokes as he sits on the couch with a groan, his legs spread wide, and tips his head back until he’s looking at the ceiling.
Every inch of him is perfect. Tight, ridged valleys of an eight pack straining against his t-shirt and his chest rises with a deep breath that shows all of the hard muscles I dream about worshiping with my hands and tongue. I want nothing more but to straddle his lap and kiss his chest, making my way up his neck until I can reach his wide, kissable lips and hear him groan in pleasure at my touch.
He looks up at me when I don’t answer him. It’s probably not a good idea I’m around him right now. I’m attracted to Granger like no other, which hardly ever happens, and I’m terrified I might ruin this all by jumping his bones.
“I’m going to go to bed. I’ll, uh, s-see you in the morning! Night!” I turn away in embarrassment as I stutter and practically run to my room, closing the door quietly behind me.
He just stared at me as I left, not saying anything, but his chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes darkened to a deep green. This is fake, the whole arrangement, and I need to remember that. He doesn’t want a girlfriend and he doesn’t want the drama, but that doesn’t mean my body gets the memo. I need a release and to stop thinking of him that way.
Quickly stripping out of my clothes as if they burn my skin, I’m down to just my bra and underwear in seconds as I lay down at the end of my bed and spread my legs with my feet propped up on my bedpost. Gliding my hands up my thighs, I think about the way Granger stares at me…always looking deeper than anyone else, but also how he undresses me with just his eyes alone. Yeah, I’ve seen the way his gaze roams my body up and down, lingering on my breasts and ass. I’m not full of curves, but I have some where they matter. For instance, my butt is perfectly bubbly and my breasts a handful. Skimming my waistline above my panties, I dip my finger inside and slide them over my wet lips as I arch my back from how good it feels to touch myself. Usually, I don’t have to as much because nothing interests me, but lately it’s been bad. Constantly wet and aching between my thighs has become my life since Granger stepped into it, and I need the relief as I’ve never needed before. My eyes close, and I start thinking about when he made a promise to take me over his knee. I never thought I’d be into that, but I swear he could be talking about the most boring subject and I’d want him. His intense stare undressing me and the deep, smooth voice that makes me shiver plays in my mind now.
He leans back on the couch, dragging his gaze up and down my body with hunger burning in his eyes. I’m staring back at him, challenging him to take me, to make me his.
“Take off your clothes and place yourself over my knees,” he commands in a calm, deep voice that causes an ache between my legs as I become wet from just his words.
Confidently, I don’t break eye contact with him, because I want to see him devour me with his eyes, to take pleasure in my body. I slowly grab the hem of my borrowed jersey and drag it past my ribs, revealing every inch of my skin until the jersey is over my head. Within moments, I’m just down to my underwear and can practically feel his gaze roaming over my breasts like a touch before flicking his eyes up to mine with dilated pupils. He crooks his finger at me to come closer, and I don’t hesitate to drop myself to my knees beside him on the couch with my face near his so that I can see the small specks of gold in his eyes.
“Do you want this? I can give you gentle romance, sliding my cock so slowly into your dripping pussy that you feel all of me. Or I can give you everything your heart desires.” He leans forward, lightly biting my neck over my pulse before lapping at the spot until I’m panting.
“Everything, please,” I beg and mean it, because I think only Granger can bring out this naughty side of me that’s been buried so deep.
“Whatever you want, Princess. Drape yourself over my knees so I can spank this round, luscious ass.” He makes an appreciative throaty sound when I crawl my upper body over his thighs until my stomach can feel his growing dick grinding into me. His palms smooth along my ass, petting my soft skin, and when he doesn’t spank me, I look over my shoulder to see him staring right into my eyes. He was waiting because he sends me a small smile the moment before he smacks my ass with a loud echo. I gasp because it burns but doesn’t hurt, and it feels really good. Without warning, he shoves my panties to the side and pumps two digits into me with a growl.
My soft moan echoes around my room when I slide my fingers into my panties, shockwaves rack my body, it feels so good and unbelievably naughty. With my thoughts on Granger, I pretend it’s his fingers skimming over my pussy lips before dipping inside and pumping into me. My back arches off the bed when I pull my hand away to circle my clit leisurely, and that’s how I miss the knock at my bedroom door, the sound lost in my breathless moan.
“Listen Princess—fuck…” That deep smoky voice trails off when he walks into my bedroom and stops at the open doorway.
My head snaps up, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I stare at him with wide eyes, one elbow propping me up and my other hand stuck in my panties, frozen over my clit. I’m at a loss for words, my pussy throbbing in time with my racing heart, and I’m dying for a mind-blowing release.
“Granger,” I croak out, not sure what to do.
Do I send him away? Yell for him to get out? Or invite him in to finish the job before I lose my mind? Embarrassment wins, since I’m not bold… I don’t seduce men because I don’t know how to. He hasn’t looked away once, his eyes stuck on my hand shoved in my panties, and my cheeks heat. I start to move my hand out of my underwear, so I can cover up with a blanket and die right here.
“Don’t! Put your hand back right where it was,” he says in a quiet growl, his eyes flicking up to make sure I’m not freaking out before stepping into my room and leaning against the doorframe.
My hand stops its retreat, and my gaze is drawn to the tent in his jeans that’s growing before my eyes the longer I stare. Our quiet pants fill the space around us as we continue to stare at each other without saying anything. His jaw is tight with pent up lust, and it looks like he’s holding himself back because his muscles are sure as hell straining under his clothes. He wants me, and I don’t know why that shocks me, but it does. He’s too beautiful to want someone like me. The pink haired girl who’s a loner. Broken.
“You are so damn gorgeous, Princess,” he rasps out deeply and steps forward until he’s at the end of the bed, a few steps away but not touching me.
