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Another sting hits the opposite side. My pelvis lifts searching for more. Nick presses them back down and opens my legs wider.
He’s got that same look of determination he has during a game. He’s completely focused on me the way he focuses on the puck soaring toward him. His eyes filled with concentration, but the desire is just for me.
“Nick.” I whimper right before he snaps the riding crop against my aching clit.
My body convulses with each hit as he does it again and again before the pressure building combusts and I come screaming out for him.
Letting my ankles free, Nick flips me over with my arms crossed above my head and my knees pressed into the bed.
Nick slaps me with the riding crop and smooths it down my slit.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Yes, please,” I beg as he gives another flick of the crop to my ass. “Then it’s my turn.”
That was our deal. He gets to tie me up first and then I get to have my way with him. His idea, but I’m loving the thought of getting to turn him on the same way he’s taking over my body.
“Fuck yes.” Nick agrees before pounding into me, pulling out another earth shattering orgasm.
One Year Later
After I posted my story in my Drexton Hall Student Blog, I received so much support. Not just from Nick, but from other students and even the faculty.
With a lot of help from my sorority sister, Romy, the tech genius in our house, I was able to set up my own podcast. I still write for the newsletter occasionally, but surprisingly I love doing the podcast. At first, I was nervous to put my opinions and voice out there, but as soon as I pressed record and started talking it felt like I was made for this.
My podcast was the first official Drexton Hall Huskies Hockey content, but it’s opened the door for so much more and other students have created their own.
The sad part is we’re graduating in a few months. It’s going to be sad, saying goodbye to so many memories here at Drexton, but I can’t wait for our new chapter to begin.
Nick has already found an apartment for us in Manhattan. He fell in love with the city when he visited me last summer and once he got the offer from the New York Guardians, he immediately accepted. I think it was the amount of Halal trucks we ate from that really persuaded him.
“How do you feel about your chances, after just barely making it into the Frozen Four this year?” I ask Holt who shifts in his chair and grimaces at me.
I’ve been doing this podcast for a year now, and this is the first-time Holt has sat for an interview with me. He doesn’t like having to answer questions, but Nick convinced him he’d have to get used to it once he goes into the pros.
“Honestly,” he pauses and rubs his jaw. “I don’t feel good about it.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but Holt is a man of few words. If I want him to open up, I’m going to have to pry it out of him.
“What don’t you feel good about?”
“Everything.” He sighs before the floodgates open. “Anything can happen i n those sixty minutes of game time. No matter how great we are. There’s never a definite outcome. And let's face it, this year we’re not at all great.”
He isn’t wrong and his honesty is refreshing. Most guys would be saying how confident they are and talking about how the teams will be tough to beat but yada yada yada. Not Holt. He’s honest and brutal.
We talk for over forty minutes about the teams, games leading up to this week, and anything else I can get out of him. I’m surprised he lasted this long. I still have more time with him, but I can see him starting to pull away. It’s time to get personal. I warned him before we started recording.
“Alright, enough about hockey.” I segue into the next topic. Holt smirks, knowing exactly what I’m going to ask. “How excited are you about the next chapter in your life?”
He knows exactly what I’m talking about. The news about Holt’s relationship spread like wildfire once they were out of hiding, and it was rough at first. But now they’ve taken over as the school’sIt Couple.
Thank god! I hated all the attention when Nick told the world about us. Literally, on national television after winning last year’s championship he told a reporter how much he missed and loved me. He didn’t even answer any of the poor guy’s questions! It was embarrassing, but adorable.
“Fucking ecstatic.” Holt grins, looking up at the ceiling. I’ve never seen him look this happy before. Not even when the team won it all last year. “It’s scary, but I can’t wait to meet the little guy.”
“Or girl.” I point out, knowing full well they have no idea what it is.
“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles. “Or girl.”
