Page 81 of Let It Be Me
I suck a nipple into my mouth and tug on the other. Not letting up the pressure as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. With a gentle bite, I feel her shuddering beneath me. Looking up, I see her bottom lip tugged between her teeth as she comes. Letting up, I kiss up her body and trail a hand down her body to the scrap of blue covering her. Moving the fabric to the side I’m met with zero resistance as I push a finger into her center. Sarah’s hands lead me up to her mouth and our lips meet in a breathless kiss. My tongue mimics my finger as I move it in and out of her soaked pussy. I add a second finger and Sarah moans into my mouth as I fill her up with my digits.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back and pull her underwear off and toss them over my shoulder. I slide back down her bodyand settle between her legs. The smell of her hits me and it’s unlike anything else. Keeping my eyes on her, I duck down and swipe my tongue through her slit, groaning when the taste of her invades my senses.
“Keep your eyes on me the whole time. I want my present to watch what I do.” I demand before lowering my head back to her and sliding my tongue through her opening. Her pupils dilate and watching them go to a midnight blue the more she gets turned on is a new shade I’m determined to memorize. I pull her closer to me when she tries to back away. My arms wrap around her thighs and I suddenly flip our positions.
“Oh my god,” Sarah cries as I keep the lower half of her body on my face. My tongue spears her pussy and her hips start moving instinctively.
“That’s it. Ride my face baby,” I say and look up as she grabs her breasts forcefully.
Her body sways over my tongue back and forth, chasing her pleasure. When I hit a particularly sensitive spot, she tries to pull away. But I lock her down and flick my tongue over her clit and into her opening.
“Riley,” Sarah gasps as I continue my assault. “I’m close.”
Without answering, my thumb moves to her clit and rubs in circles and my tongue slides into her. I feel her coming before she’s yelling my name and flooding my mouth with her release. I keep up with licking her through her release, her body spasming with the aftershocks and she tries to pull away, but I refuse to let up. She falls forward and cries out as another orgasm hits her.
I slide out from under her and shed my clothes. I gently flip Sarah onto her back and make her watch as I pump my cock that’s harder than steel. Her chest heaves the longer I pleasure myself and her legs close to possibly stave off thepulsing between her legs. Kneeling back on the bed, Sarah slides back to accommodate me and her legs fall open, landing on either side of me. With my hand still fisting my cock, I rub the head through her opening and push in a little, watching as my cock disappears inside of her. I tease the both of us as I pull in and out, over and over before Sarah’s hand covers mine. Our eyes meet and hold as I push and she pulls me inside of her. We both watch as my cock sinks in inch by glorious inch. When I’m full seated, I pull out and slide back in.
I fall forward and my arms fall on either side of Sarah. Her hand comes up and weaves her fingers through my hair. In a breath, our lips meet. This, us, we take it slow. My thrusts and our movements slow down until it’s just us. Falling into each other over and over. I hook one of her legs over my arm and slide deeper until I hear her gasp.
Sarah’s eyes bore into mine and they say everything I’m not. The love and friendship that’s so potent between us bleeds into this very moment.
“I know, baby.”
Her eyes take on a layer of tears as I feel her orgasm crash over her and takes me too. We fall over the edge together in a tangle of limbs, hands in hair, and breathless sighs. I work us both until our orgasms fade. Pulling out, I fall on my side and take her with me. Not wanting to lose this, I keep our mouths fused. Kissing her until she pulls away and places a final kiss on my lips.
“Happy birthday, honey.” She tucks herself under my chin and wraps her arm around my waist.
I kiss her on top of her head and pull her closer. “Thank you, Blue.”
Sweat dripsinto my eyes and the roar of the crowd is like static from a radio when you’re finally out of range. The puck hits my stick on our drive and I push myself past the defenders blocking me. Noah shouts that he’s open and I find my moment to pass it to him. The defenders quickly change direction and beeline towards Noah who’s in the groove with only the net in his sight.
With the final game of the season being a home game, the fans came out in handfuls. We feed off of their energy as the clock winds down. We’re up by one with thirty seconds left on the play clock. Max comes to Noah’s aid and helps him get a clear path to the net who takes the shot. A collective hush momentarily falls over the stadium as they wait for the buzzer to sound.
You know those moments where every scene is like a stop-motion? No noise, noise. Over and over until the stop-motion is done and it’s just motion. That’s this moment. The crowd goes bonkers in the stands and our celebration isn’t over the top as we still have twenty seconds left to play.
We line up for the final drop, the crowd’s energy is infectious and when the puck drops, the volume in the arena is deafening. Noah gains possession and passes it to one of our enforcers who passes it to Max who drives past a defender and passes the puck to Noah. I flank him as we move down the ice. I look over at Noah and see if he wants to try and score one last goal and he subtly shakes his head. I think Toronto is under the same impression. While they’re playing hard, they’re not playing all out. Some of the defense starts to head to their bench and the locker room. I look up and see the play clock winding down. When it hits zero, the buzzer goes off and the crowd goes mad. Throwing stuffed animals and whatever else they have in their possession onto the ice.
I slap hands with those from Toronto still on the ice and do a victory lap around the ice with Max and Bear on my tail, hyping up the crowd. Final game of the season and while it’s bittersweet, I’m more than ready for a break. We gather on the ice in front of our family, friends, and dedicated fans and sing the fight song that was started decades ago. When the song ends, one of the guys at the entrance opens the door and our family members file onto the ice.
A rush of auburn hair catches my attention and eyes as blue as the sweatshirt she’s wearing. “I’m so proud of you,” Sarah claims before jumping into my waiting arms.
“Thank you, Blue. Nail biting enough for you?”
“I ordered two things of fries, I was so nervous.”
My smile takes over my face as she recounts how the game was from the family box and how she and Mischa squeezed each other's hands so tight they were afraid the circulation would cut off.
“Good game, Riley,” Pops says off to the side. I didn’t even notice them join us on the ice, I was so wrapped in Sarah.
I set Sarah down on the ice and accept Pops’s hug. “Thanks, Pops.” I hug Momma next and slide my arms over her much to her protest.
“Riley Theodore, I love you, but you stink.” Momma emphasizes her point by pushing me off of her.
Sarah and Pops are off to the side and snort. I bring my hand to my chest in mock hurt. “Momma, you wound me.”
“I’m sure your ego will be just fine.”
A sharp whistle sounds from Anderson and pulls our attention that way. “Gotta go.” I turn my attention to Sarah.
