Page 43 of Hockey Halloween

Kelli

So glad I wore the sexy underwear

He took me to his place, which wasn’t far from the restaurant. He lived in a high-rise, close to the Blaze arena. I’d never been to a game since tickets were so expensive, but the arena was a landmark.

His condo was on one of the upper floors.

We were quiet on the ride up in the elevator but he held my hand, and the only nerves I had were the good kind.

Butterflies, looking forward to what was coming next.

Once he unlocked the door, I stepped inside, and while the place was undoubtedly beautiful, all I could see was him.

“Would you like a tour?” he asked

“Don’t care.” I sounded desperate and I didn’t care about that either.

A slow smile curved his face. For a moment I wondered if those were his own teeth, but he leaned down to kiss me and all that mattered was his kiss.

His lips were firm, his breath warm, and he smelled delicious. Some expensive cologne or body wash, or maybe just him. Shivers raced over my skin, and I gripped his arms, afraid my knees would buckle. When he pulled back, I stood on my tiptoes to get more of his kisses.

He ran a finger over my lips. “That went from zero to sixty in no time. Maybe we should find somewhere more comfortable before I strip you down right here.”

Thank goodness it wasn’t just me feeling this way. His chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, and I felt his hard dick where I was pressed up against him. My own arousal was dampening my underwear. He was lethal, and if he wanted to take me here, I wouldn’t stop him.

He grabbed my hand and led me through his condo. I caught a glimpse of furniture, and what was probably a breathtaking view, but the man ahead of me was more compelling than any of that.

When we stopped in a bedroom, a massive bed in the middle, I freed my hand to grab the hem of my sweater to remove it. So glad I wore the sexy underwear. But his hands gripped mine.

I froze. Had I been too eager? Turned him off?

“May I?”

I met his gaze, and there was no sign that he was upset. He looked hungry, attention fixed on me, and I nodded. He could do anything he wanted.

He pulled the sweater over my head, gently, and dropped it on the floor. His eyes focused on the skin he’d revealed.

My boobs were nice, but this lacy blue demi bra made the most of them. He leaned down and ran his lips across the top of the bra, bringing out goose bumps. My nipples were hard and visible. His hands slid behind me, one holding my lower back, the other opening the bra.

His lips brushed lower, where my breasts were now fully exposed. My breath hitched as he ran his tongue over one nipple then blew on it. He repeated the gesture on the other, and my knees started to weaken again.

He dropped to his knees, fingers sliding to the button of my jeans. He looked up and I nodded. Yes. Absolutely yes. A thousand times yes.

He was soon tugging my jeans over my hips and down. Once the blue lace thong was revealed he paused and leaned in and nuzzled me. I squeaked. He looked up with a grin and pressed against me harder. His breath teased my clit and my pussy and I clenched.

I reached a hand down and sifted my fingers through the long black hair I’d been tempted by since school. He shoved my jeans down and paused.

“Fuck. You’ve got your boots still on.”

Shit. I didn’t want to stop, and I sure as hell didn’t want him to move. I shoved against the heel with my toes, willing the boot to come off. For once, luck was with me and my foot slid out. Larry threw it behind him while I worked on the second one.

Finally, I was wearing nothing but the thong. He looked up at me from where he was kneeling on the floor. “Beautiful.”

His words were a caress. My skin was humming, my pulse throbbing. Without changing position, he moved in, lifting one leg over his shoulder, slipping aside the lace of the thong, and his mouth made me see stars.

Truly. No one had ever gone down on me like that and I was soon pulling on his hair and whimpering while I pushed against his mouth.

And then I came. Possibly blacked out for a fraction of a second.

I blinked my eyes open and he was standing in front of me, lips red and wet.

This was so much better than my fantasies.

I raised a finger to those lips. “Give me a minute, till my legs work.”

He grinned and, picking me up like I weighed nothing— swoon— carried me to the bed, dropping me down gently. Then he stepped back and started stripping. As his golden skin was revealed, I drank in every scar, every muscle, making mental snapshots. I never wanted to forget this.

He unbuckled his belt, slipping it through the belt loops, and I whimpered again. His smile widened before he turned around and slowly shoved his pants and boxers down, giving me a show.

“Stop dawdling.” I said, but secretly, I enjoyed every second.

He stepped out of his pants and turned to me, naked and beautiful, stiff cock showing how turned on he was. By me !

He crossed to the bed and dropped down on top of me, arms and legs keeping his weight from crushing me. “As you wish.”

I was gone. A Princess Bride reference on top of everything else, and things I shouldn’t be feeling this quickly rushed through me. He was ruining me, and I never wanted him to stop.

Larry

Quoting Westley from The Princess Bride was cheesy as fuck, but it slipped out.

And based on Kelli’s reaction, she got it.

I lowered myself on bent arms to kiss her, losing myself in the feel of her mouth.

One hand pushed into my hair, the other sliding down my back.

She spread her legs and pressed against my cock as I fit against her pussy.

“Are you ready?”

“Stop dawdling,” she repeated. “I want you inside me.”

As she fucking wished. I rolled off her to reach for the condoms and reluctantly slid her thong off. Someday I’d fuck her while she wore it, but not now. I would treat something she wore for me with more respect our first time together.

First, but not last. Not if it was up to me. And based on how she was responding, not for her either.

I was back between her legs, cock wrapped, as quickly as possible. I almost asked again if she was ready, but she was pulling me in with her hands on my ass, so I did as requested, sliding into her wet heat.

I groaned, every nerve lit up and sending pleasure messages through my body. Kelli’s hands on my ass urged me to move. I leaned down to kiss her, and then pulled out to plunge back inside her willing body.

So willing. She welcomed every thrust, wrapping her legs around my hips and digging her fingers into my back. My eyes closed, savoring the sensations, but when I opened them, she was staring at me, pupils wide, whimpers escaping her mouth. I kissed her again.

“Can you come a second time?” I asked, pausing to grasp onto some control.

She blinked. “Um, maybe?”

“Challenge accepted.” I pushed up on one arm, sliding one hand to her clit. “Would this help?” I touched her and her body jerked and shuddered. She nodded.

I started thrusting again, long, slow strokes to keep her nerve endings stimulated while I played with her clit.

Soft touches, harder, pressing and circling, watching her response to see what worked for her.

My sweat dropped on her body, but she had her eyes closed, hips twitching, and finally she clenched around me with a gasp.

I let myself go then, now fast and hard as my own orgasm started with a tingling in my balls and moving up my spine till with a shout I pulsed into the condom.

I drew in long, shuddering breaths, my heart slowly starting to settle. Kelli was lying lax beneath me, a small smile on her face. I leaned down to kiss her again.

“I’ll take care of the condom,” I said, pulling out of her carefully.

She sat up. “Okay if I use your bathroom?”

I pointed out the doorway and then collapsed back onto the bed. I felt good. So good.

Sometimes sex was a transaction, mutual orgasms to scratch an itch. Sometimes I felt used after, like my partner was ticking off a square on their Sex with Hockey Players bingo card. Sometimes it wasn’t good at all.

This had been amazing. And when Kelli reappeared in the doorway of my en suite, looking shy, I patted the bed.

She bit her lip. “You sure?”

For once, I didn’t have the urge to send a woman on her way so she didn’t read too much into this. For once, I wanted her to want more. “You don’t have to work tomorrow, right? Since it’s Saturday?”

She nodded .

“So stay, if you want.”

I was enjoying the view of her naked body, but I wanted her in my bed. I shoved back the covers and lifted one side for her, a big smile on my face. She took another second to consider, then slid into the bed beside me.

She turned to her side, facing me. “You’re really sure about this? You’re not just being nice?”

I pushed a strand of hair back from her face. “I wouldn’t ask otherwise.”

“I’m not assuming anything, you know.”

Normally that would have been a relief. Not this time. “I want to see you again.”

“Really?” A smile lit up her face.

“Yeah.” And because I wanted to, I kissed her.