Page 48 of Goalie interference

Thayer let out a relieved breath, clasping a hand over the back of my head and dropping his head to kiss mine a few times. I was so scared that this wouldn’t feel right either–that would have killed me–but it felt exactly right.

He was still exactly right.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Thayer mumbled, kissing my head again as his hand slipped down, closing around the back of my neck in a grounding hold.

There was a new, unfamiliar pause in me when I felt it, but Thayer massaged away the icky feeling with each stroke of his warm thumb.

My hands closed into a fist with his shirt tangled in it, pulling on it a few times like that would make it go away. Thayer got tense, torn between keeping that hold on me we both needed right now, or letting go to give in to the obvious request from me.

“Baby,” he whispered, pulling back on my neck to make me look at him through blurry eyes. “Awe,” he almost cried, kissing my wet cheeks tenderly, but quickly. “I want to do something that will help, but I have to let go of you for a minute–can I?” he asked, waiting for me to untuck my left hand from under me to tap his chest a few times–our nonverbal yes.

I didn’t even think about it–I just needed him closer.

Thayer nodded, kissing my forehead as he released me, far too quickly, even when I knew he was doing it as slowly and softly as he could. He sat up fully, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his sleep shorts like they were burning his skin.

He then switched his focus to me, helping me sit up and get out of my clothes as gently as he could, while still moving quickly.

The second those sandpaper clothes were off me, I felt better.

Thayer hesitated for a second, almost unsure of himself, until I nodded, letting him guide me back to lying down.

Facing away from him.

“No,” I whined, half turning back over before his firm hand was on my back, pushing me back into place.

Thayer settled behind me, one large hand on my back, just to keep contact with me while he did something. I felt the familiar warm, slick hand between us, working me open nice and slow, like he was going to fuck the sadness out of me.

I didn’t know if this would actually fix anything, but I needed it anyway…just kind of wished we were in a different position.

I missed him.

Thayer’s fingers slipped out of me, replaced by the head of his cock pushing into me and filling me up in one slow push. His chest was flush to my back, and it was surprisingly nice…

But that was it.

I adjusted perfectly fine, but he didn’t move.

“W-what?” I asked in a wobbly stutter, turning my head back to find Thayer wiping off his hand and settling into bed behind me, like we were just cuddling.

He shushed me, wrapping his arm around me and holding me tightly against him, a warm, firm palm on my chest. He pressed a slow kiss to the back of my neck before settling with his face nuzzled into the back of my head like he did when we slept.

My body was very much ready to have sex, but the longer he just stayed there…the calmer I felt.

I felt the confused storm in my stomach settle slowly, stopping tears from coming out of my eyes again, and the unease drained out of me until all that was left was Thayer.

My mind was hyper-aware of all things Thayer– his breathing and whether mine was matching his. His heartbeat against my skin, the rhythm a relaxing thumping. His skin touching mine somehow everywhere.

He had me again.

And that should have scared me more than it did.

Every part of me knew it was probably an even worse idea to stay with him than choosing to cross the line at all…

But I couldn’t help it.

I loved him.

“This is supposed to help,” Thayer murmured, his lips brushing my skin and his calloused hand gently stroking my chest. “I’ve heard it helps ground subs…helps us connect.”