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“Ariana…”
Zane’s hands were on my hips again, driving into me with long, deep, desperate thrusts. Gasping through the last throes of my epic climax, I threw my hair back to look over my shoulder and directly into his eyes.
“Come in me.”
My words were all he needed to hear.
A change came over him; almost immediately. Zane’s eyes unfocused, and his mouth dropped open in a perfect ‘O’. Whatever last remnants of control he still maintained were instantly abandoned, obliterated by the direct permission to finally let go.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh…”
He buried himself deep one final time, slamming his perfect body against the business end of my warm, naked ass. And then he was coming… exploding… detonating inside me. Spewing like an angry volcano, as his thick shaft twitched and thumped and filled me from within.
I stood there happily, hands still on the window, grinding away. Rolling my ass in big, beautiful circles, to elicit every last ounce of pleasure from Zane’s oversexed brain.
Fuck yes.
Eventually we stopped, still connected, still dripping and throbbing as one. The lovers down in the alley finished their affair. They rolled off each other, climbed into their respective cars, and drove off in opposite directions.
Eventually Zane gathered himself, pants, boxers and all. He snapped my torn G-string back into place between my cheeks, then gently patted my swollen mound for good measure.
I spun to face him, and his expression was none too innocent. He looked like the wolf that just swallowed the canary.
“That…” I whispered breathlessly, “goes right down on the list of things that never happened.”
My top-secret friend-with-benefits only grinned. Looking me up and down, he raised a playful eyebrow.
“There’s a list of things that never happened?”
“Oh yeah,” I nodded slowly, still enjoying the pleasant throb between my legs. For some reason, it seemed better than ever.
“And it’s getting longer every day.”
~ 15 ~
TYLER
“Look, they keep crashing the net. And we keep letting them.”
I glanced back, looking to Zane for help. He still had his helmet on. His mouth was open, as he squeezed a stream from his water bottle right through his goalie mask and straight down his throat.
“They’ve been hanging on all night, and now they’re looking for this to go into a second overtime,” I growled. “But you know what? Fuck second overtime.”
The team was average at best, half-filled with has-beens and rife with players who could be dubbed ‘never was.’ Their goalie was halfway decent, and that was the only thing keeping them in the game. But they had a right-winger that could be dangerous. Mostly because he was totally unpredictable and took reckless chances.
“I want you to cheat up on him,” I told Blake. “And if you see an opportunity, make the play.”
Our forward tilted his mask upward a few inches and spat, laughing.
“Just like that, huh?”
I nodded. “Just like that.”
“And what if I botch the opportunity?”
“Then I’ll drop back and cover you.”
Blake didn’t look so sure. Neither did Aaron, our other defenseman.
