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Eliana

W alking through Westchester’s Hockey arena, I’m surprised by how quiet the building is. There’s no game today but I expected some level of chaos. “Where is everyone?”

“Practice ended over two hours ago, and we have a rare weekend free of games. That usually means going home for the weekend or spending it at frat row. You know hockey players, we can never sit still. Jake smirks as he guides me towards the back of the arena.

“Oh I know. My boyfriend was once the team’s prime playboy up until a few weeks ago.” I tease.

Jake throws a hand up in defense. “Actually, Ollie had me beat, but I am willing to admit I was in a steady second place.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d hear you be okay with coming in second.”

“There are some moments in life when coming second is a privilege.” Jake winks at the double meaning behind his joke.

My cheeks start to redden. “You’re such a child.”

“Hey, if you got the joke then your head is just as in the gutter as mine.” He places a kiss on my cheek to stop himself from laughing.

We reach the end of the hall and Jake swings open a massive door that leads to the locker room.

ESPN had ranked Westchester’s Men’s Ice Hockey locker room as one of the top three in the nation.

I’m a big hockey fan, and yet I struggled to understand why 1) ESPN would even bother reporting about it or 2) why that was something to boast about, but I now understood it.

The room was covered in navy blue and white — our school’s colors.

Posters of former players that went on to play for the NHL covered the leftmost wall, along with their autographed jerseys.

The individual cubbies that served as lockers were massive enough that any large player could comfortably sit down in it.

I walked around the room until I found Jake’s locker.

The photos of his sisters and parents taped to his locker don’t surprise me, neither do the ones of him, Adam and Ollie celebrating a big win. What does surprise me is the photo of us together at Cornwall's sharing a milkshake after Westchester beat UMass Amherst a few days ago.

“Had to make sure all my good luck charms were represented.” Jake speaks from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “That and I couldn’t get the pure look of bliss on your face after you took a sip from that milkshake out of my head.”

“Best Oreo shake in town. Don’t think I ever tasted anything that good in my life.” My eyes are locked on his lips, mere inches away from mine, and yet they didn’t feel close enough.

“I’m inclined to agree, but there’s one thing I can think of that tops it.” Jake moves a hand to rest on my stomach, his fingers so long the tips of them brush against the hem of my knit sweater .

All it took was a simple touch to leave me a fluttering mess. “I—Impossible.”

“Is that a challenge, Ellie? You may not know this about me, but I love a challenge.” His small smirk turns into a wicked smile as he turns me around to sit on the bench and then sinks to his knees.

Jake moves his hands to the waistband of my leggings, waiting for me to give him a nod before tugging them off.

I swallow hard as he places his hands on my thighs and spreads them apart, inching his face closer to my core as he does.

I feel the heat creep up to my face and neck at the sight of him in front of me, eyes filled with such hunger and adoration, as if he were under a spell. While his intentions were clear he waited patiently for me to confirm whether or not I wanted him to continue. “Jake,” I pant.

“Eliana.” He takes my hand into his gently.

I use my free hand to run it through his hair. “What are you going to do?”

“Whatever you’ll let me do, whatever you want me to do.”

“I think I want whatever you want,” I confess, tightening the grip I have on his hair.

“You think?” Jake’s eyebrows furrow together.

“No one’s ever…done that to me before. I’ve wanted them to, but the guys I’ve hooked up with in the past thought it was gross so—” I stop myself, realizing I’m over-explaining and rambling like I always do when I’m nervous.

To Jake’s credit, he just listens and holds onto me, keeping me grounded. Secure.

“I probably don’t need to tell you this, but they sound like fucking idiots. You should know I’m not above begging you to let me taste you.”

My nipples harden at the desperation in his voice. “Beg, huh? ”

“I’m already on my knees for you, so I’d say I have a head start.” He winks, then groans as I tug at his hair.

“Watching you beg could be fun,” I tease.

I knew what Jake was doing. He was letting me take full control of the situation, even with my lack of experience, to make sure I felt comfortable.

His hands move from my thighs to the waistband of my underwear, then he stops.

My eyebrows furrow together when I realize he’s waiting for me to stop him, as part of our game.

Well, if he wanted me to make him beg…I click my tongue. “You haven’t earned that yet.”

Jake’s entire body shudders in response. He pulls back, placing a trail of kisses down my thighs to the top of my knees on both legs before looking up at me. “Please Ellie.”

I trace his lips with my index finger. “Please what?”

“Let me taste you. I’ve been starving for you for days, no, weeks now. I need to taste you more than I need my next breath.” His shaking hands confirmed his declaration.

I struggle to ignore the voice inside my head that’s screaming at me to cave in now and let him have his way with me.

I remind myself that the more I drag this out, the more ravenous Jake will be.

And that’s exactly how I wanted him. I loved how sweet and careful he was around me, especially when it came to being intimate, but I was also really enjoying this game we were playing.

Using my hand that’s wrapped in his hair, I lift his head up, entwining our lips together and teasing my tongue into his mouth before abruptly pulling back. “There. You’ve tasted me.”

He drops his head to rest on my knees, grunting in frustration. “You know that’s not what I meant, Eliana.”

“What did you mean?”

His mouth parts and his hands twitch as if he’s moments away from snapping. Worrying his lip between his teeth, Jake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to compose himself .

My confidence and comfort when it came to having sex was a work in progress, but I felt it growing more and more with Jake. “Don’t be shy, Keeley. I promise I won’t break.”

My words are his undoing. “I want to bury my tongue in that sweet little pussy of yours until your screams fill this whole damn arena as I make you come over and over again.” The heat in his eyes along with the huskiness of his voice cause me to spread my legs even wider.

I ignore the voice in my head that says I should be embarrassed for wanting him so much. Still, I decide to drag this out, see how much I could push him. “And why should I let you?”

“Because I’m on my knees on the verge of absolutely losing it if you don’t let me. I promise I’ll make you feel so damn good, Ellie.” He presses another kiss to my knee then looks up at me, waiting for my permission.

I run my hands down my thighs, taking his hands into mine and placing them on the top hem of my panties. “Well don’t keep me waiting then.”

Jake immediately slides off my underwear and shoves them in his pocket before throwing one of my legs over his shoulder.

“God how did I get so lucky,” he moans as he uses his tongue to trace from the side of my knee all the way to the top of my thighs.

“Look at you spread so wide for me. Dripping on my locker and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’re such a good girl. My girl.”

Fuck. Is it possible to orgasm just from listening to someone speak?

I was very close to losing all control I had over the situation.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were stalling—oh…

god…” I moan as Jake traces my swollen clit with his tongue.

The pressure feels so damn good I can’t help but tighten my grip on the back of his head and bring him closer to me.

He adjusts his movements ever so slightly, and before I know it, I’m grinding my hips into his face .

A sexy chuckle forms in his throat as he dips his tongue lower into my slit, lapping me up.

Jake lets out a moan that shakes his whole body as he continues to bury his tongue in me with such insatiable hunger.

The noises that are coming from the both of us are so obscene that goosebumps form on my arms. That with the added knowledge that he was eating me out in the locker room where anyone could walk in on us, had me dangerously close to coming.

When Jake brings his thumb up to my clit, drawing torturous circles that bring me closer and closer to the edge, I can barely breathe.

Jake must feel the same as he replaces his tongue with a finger, sitting back for a moment to lick his lips and take me in.

“You look so beautiful Ellie, and you taste even better.”

“Then why’d you stop?” I whine.

“It’s a bit embarrassing.” His cheeks redden as he looks down at the wet spot on his pants.

Oh. Oh. Jake had come, without me even touching him, just from— “I promise I’m not usually like this.

But something about seeing you move on my tongue…

I lost control.” Before I can tell him that’s the hottest thing someone has ever said to me, Jake slides another finger inside of me, curving them both to hit a spot that has me seeing stars.

Whatever we were talking about completely leaves my mind as he keeps stroking me.

“Jake, fuck. Right there. I’m so, so close. Please.”

“Let go baby, let go,” he encourages, placing a soft kiss on my knee. It’s a stark juxtaposition to the way he’s edging me with his finger.

“I—I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Just tell me what you need.”