That was the night I fell for a hockey player, and it changed my life.
11
Halle – Five Years Earlier
I need to leave.I need to get dressed and get out of here before I do something stupid.
Like fall for this hot hockey-playing boy.
But I can’t seem to move my feet.I lean over the side of the bed and grab for my sweater, shoving it through my arms and over my head before I make the mistake of looking back at Dane’s naked body.
It’s a glorious work of art.I stare at his impressive semi-hard length, salivating for the missed opportunity of tasting him on my tongue tonight.I sigh and, snapping back around, root around in search of my panties.
That’s when one muscled arm shoots out and secures me around my middle, tugging me back so I fall sideways against the mattress.
“Where are you going, Cherry?We have all night.”
I shake my head and try to push myself back up, but he squeezes me tighter, fingers splayed across my belly.
“I can’t… I’ve got to leave.”The words sound unconvincing even to my own ears.
Dane ignores my response.Instead, he nuzzles his mouth at my neck, his tongue drawing a wet path over the sensitive flesh there.I shiver at the touch, the sensation zinging down my spine and between my legs.
I can’t control the moan that escapes my mouth, and Dane chuckles low against my ear.
“Mm-hmm.That’s what I thought.”
Dane’s hand slides underneath my sweater and up my belly.His featherlight touch skims over my stomach and ribs, and then over the cup of my lacy bralette.I rarely wear anything but sports bras, but tonight I had wanted to feel sexy.And it had worked.
When his thumb circles my pebbled nipple, I ball the sheet in my fist, and that same needy moan tumbles past my parted lips.Wetness pools between my legs now, and an emptiness in my core demands to be rectified.It becomes a need I can barely contain.
My breath accelerates as he continues to circle and cup the swells of my breasts, his own moans becoming choppy and breathy.His now fully hard erection pokes hungrily at me from behind.I have an urgent desire to touch him, to feel his hardness in my hand, in my mouth.
While he continues to play with my nipples, I snake my hand over my hip and behind me, reaching for his dick.When I curl my fingers around his taut, smooth skin and grip tight, a guttural groan surfaces from Dane’s chest.His breath fans across my hair and his response makes me grin proudly.Slowly, I begin to stroke him in my hand, experimenting with the tempo and pressure, loving the weight of his girth in my palm.
Feeling braver with each moan he releases, I flip around to face him.Those steel-gray eyes are darker than I’ve seen them.I break our connection and glance down at his cock bobbing needily between his legs and drop my hand.He lets out a growl of disapproval.
Then I scoot down on my knees.There are blankets and sheets strewn around us to navigate but then I’m right where I want to be.My face hovers over his bare stomach, which ripples as it flexes.I find a light brown smattering of hair trailing from his belly button down to his groin and tentatively run the end of my fingertip along the path, then dip my tongue to follow that same trail.
I inhale the woodsy, musky scent of his body.Something inside me ignites from anticipation, my own need pulsing wildly at my core with every inch that my mouth gets closer to his straining erection.
Encircling him in my palm, I dip my head and swirl the tip of my tongue around the top of his crown.The action provokes a long, drawn-out groan from Dane’s lips.
“Ah, fuuuuck, Cherry.”
The honesty in his desire gives me the courage to continue my exploration of his insanely hot body.Centering myself between his open legs, my palms sweep along the inside of his thighs before I position his crown against my lips and then slowly draw him into my mouth.
The sound he makes is desperate, one that pleads for me to let him out of his misery.
I’m not sure what I’m doing or what to expect, but it’s not the salty taste of him or how wide I must stretch my lips to fit around his girth.Regardless of my inexperience, I must be doing it right because Dane’s whole body tightens and he exhales a shaky hiss of breath.
It emboldens me, and without any of the awkward hesitation from earlier, I give myself permission to suck him in and out of my mouth with fervor.I may not do it with finesse, but as I draw him in and take him to the back of my throat, I feel his thickness swell impossibly more.I peer up at him through my lashes and see his abs ripple when he props himself up on his elbows.His gaze is almost pained when he reaches out and threads his fingers through my hair.
“You better stop now, Cherry, or things are going to get messy.”
I smile bashfully around his cock and swallow.He lets out a deep, shuttering breath.
“Ah, shit… yeah, I can’t…” He flops back against the pillow, nostrils flaring, and his grip tightens on my head.“I’m too close, Cherry.I’m gonna come.”
