Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24

LO

The nonsense banter continues throughout the game. Even during the few fights against the boards that break out, I can still hear their ridiculous ribbing.

It's made more hilarious when the goalies start in. Buffalo's goalie, Asael, basically bats away a shot and barks, "Don't make me skid on your moss, Miss Sandy."

The way both teams are chuckling under their breath, it's a miracle that we manage to play a somewhat decent game. By the third period, we're throwing barbs at each other with an unspoken competition to see who can say the most absurd one.

I think Buffalo's Sacha Ivanov takes the cake with, "I will shove my skidmoss down your sandy rides if you don't watch where place sticks."

I laugh as I glide my way back to the bench!

By far, this is one of the most entertaining games I've ever played. In the end, we lose 1-3. Sure, we're bummed that we lost, but this was by far the best way to lose, ever. I'm not sure the fans knew what was happening on the ice, except that we were laughing throughout the game.

On the way out, I hear the press asking, "What had you laughing so much during the game?"

Since it's Ethan answering questions, he says, "Arizona is shit at their banter. And honestly, they still don't know what a skidmoss is. How ridiculous."

"It was just banter on the ice?"

Ethan continues to subtly make his inside jokes that only our teams will understand, leaving the press to pretend along with him. I'm not the only one chuckling as I leave the building. I can only imagine the new memes that will come from tonight's game.

Once I'm outside in the cool, night air, all sense of calm amusement is gone. I have a boyfriend to pick up. My stomach flips in excitement. Soon. Soon I will have my man back in my arms. In my bed for the first time. All night.

I'm bummed that he has an early flight tomorrow. I get it since he has to fly back east for his game against Toronto the next day. But it would have been nice if the hockey gods could have arranged a two-day break for both of us. Give us at least twenty-four hours uninterrupted.

But we'll take what we can get.

I hang around the parking lot sitting in my car like a creep, watching as Buffalo piles into their bus for the hotel. It's nearly forty minutes later when the bus finally leaves and I'm left cursing the press. No doubt they're the reason that we're still here at half past ten! My hours with Caulder are limited. Have some fucking respect, people. I need all the minutes with my boyfriend I can get.

The parking lot is nearly empty by the time I follow. I circle around to arrive at the hotel ten minutes after the bus, but I don't see Caulder. I park off to the side, in view of the front door until I see him step outside. Then I pull up right in front of him and he climbs in.

He's not in his suit, but in gym clothes. "You changed," I comment as I drive us toward the exit.

"Ethan was talking to me, and I think he's already suspicious from earlier, so I didn't want to just dip out. Apparently, I looked sick on the bus ride and Creed was concerned so he came to check on me, but I wasn't in my room because I'd been with you. I got the impression Ethan must have seen me get into your car earlier."

"Ah."

"He covered for me. And hasn't asked," Caulder says, turning toward the window.

I grip his thigh and his hand covers mine, though he continues to look outside. "You okay? You want to go back?"

Now his eyes turn to mine. "No. I want to go home with you. Ethan won't bring it up unless I do. That's just the kind of guy he is."

Relief makes my shoulders relax. I would have brought him back if he'd wanted to go, but I need him in the worst fucking way. I'm all about orgasms, but honestly, if all he wants to do is wrap around each other tonight, I'm here for that, too.

Caulder remains quiet on the drive to my house. I live in one of the rural neighborhoods surrounding Phoenix. It's quiet. Lots of families with older kids, which I find I enjoy better than younger kids screaming outside all day. I'll take the teenagers skateboarding up and down the street. They're quiet.

I pull right into my garage and practically jump out of the car. Caulder has his door open by the time I make it to his side, so I offer him my hand. He gives me an amused look, but lets me pull him out. I yank him to his feet and against my chest, wrapping him in my arms.

He sighs, sinking into me. For a long time, we remain like that.

"How did I ever live without this for so long?" he murmurs.

I'm not sure he meant to say it out loud or if he's looking for an answer. So I don't say anything, just hold him tighter. We're so still that the motion-activated lights flicker off and we're plunged into darkness.

Caulder laughs.

I drop my hands and grip his thighs, hauling him off his feet. His arms tighten as I wrap his legs around my waist. The movement makes the lights turn back on, so I bump my hip into the car door to shut it and head for the house.

Caulder kisses along the side of my neck. "You're so scruffy," he says, rubbing his cheek along mine. I grin. "It's hot. Why are you so hot, Lo?"

"I'm trying to fluff my pheromones," I tell him. "Make sure you're still into me at your most animalistic level."

He snorts. "Is that it?"

I shrug as I carry him inside. "Maybe. I don't know. I tend to get lazy this time of year when shaving feels like such a chore. If you prefer smooth, I can shave."

"No way. Though I don't care what your hair situation is. You're sexy either way."

A grin slides over my face. "You hungry?"

"Yes, but I'd rather go to bed."

"Mmm," I agree, but I turn for the kitchen and set him on the counter. "I have a couple sandwiches already made. Then we'll get to bed. I need your belly full so you have all the energy. You're not sleeping tonight."

Heat flares between us, but he doesn't comment. His eyes get darker as he watches me and fuck if I don't feel that look in my blood. I hand him a sandwich, and we eat in silence. Quickly. Probably too quickly. Then I pull his big body back into my arms, then make my way to my bedroom and further into the bathroom.

Grudgingly, I set him on his feet. I hand him a toothbrush before flicking on the water in the shower. He grins as I join him at the double sinks, brushing my teeth alongside him. It feels comfortable. Domestic. This feeling comes over me, a sense of home. This is what I want every day.

As soon as we're done, we toss our clothes off and step into the shower. Caulder glances at the lip where I've fucked myself with toys more than once for him. His face heats, and lust builds in his eyes. I press him against the wall and finally kiss this man with every ounce of need I've kept to myself for a fucking month.

For the first few minutes, we're a mess of groping hands and sloppy wet kisses. There's a chance that our kisses are only wet because we're in the shower. I don't care either way. Eventually, I grab the soap and lather this boy up until he's covered in suds. Every inch of his body and I rub them in. I want no trace of anything on him so when I spread myself over his flesh, there's no competing.

I turn him, pressing his chest to the wall and drop to my knees to clean thoroughly between his cheeks. Caulder groans as I rub his hole. My intention was to not let this get sexy until I got him in my bed, but fuck, I haven't touched him in weeks.

After I've washed him with soap, pressing a finger into his hole to make sure he's squeaky clean until he's moaning, I spread his cheeks for the water to pass through. I watch, mesmerized, as the soap falls away, revealing a pretty peach puckered hole.

It leaves me breathless. I press my face between his ass cheeks and lick him. Caulder's entire body jumps. A quiet, strangled sound leaves his mouth as his hand reaches behind him and he grips my hair. His need, his arousal makes me lick him thoroughly while he whines and jerks his ass back to my face, trying to stuff me further into his ass by the grip he has on my hair.

Fuck, I can't wait to get in this ass.

Some day. Not today.

I lick him and suck him and shove my tongue into his tight hole until his legs are shaking. Then I stand and turn off the water. Once we're out of the shower, I shove him to the bedroom. We trip over the clothing all over the floor as we continue touching. I have his dick in my hand, gripping him tightly. Not wanting to miss a single drop of his juice.

We fall onto the bed, our mouths coming together again in a kiss filled with teeth and tongue. Still sloppy. So needy.

I grip our cocks between us, both of our hips jerking together.

"I want to suck you," I tell him.

Caulder groans, nodding.

"Want to suck me?" I ask.

He takes a breath and I wait for his answer, kissing along his jaw. Nipping at his neck.

"Yeah," he says. "I'm probably not going to be good at it."

"Don't sell yourself short, Caulder. Everyone gets better with time."

I kiss him roughly again before I roll off him and lay on the bed so I'm opposite his direction. "Come on. Get on top."

He looks at me with such fucking heat that I nearly melt. Caulder's nervous when he climbs on top of me. Cautious when he doesn't quite lower his pelvis to my face. I reach blindly for the lube I left out, bringing it close so I can get my fingers into his ass. I know how to make this man come with force and I fucking plan to.

"Don't be nervous. I'll gladly choke on you, babe. Bring your cock to me."

Caulder mutters as he lowers himself a little.

"Hello, boys," I coo, looking at his full, sexy balls. I crane my head up so I can pull one into my mouth. Caulder's moan is almost a shout. Sucking on his balls makes him reflexively jerk his hips toward me, which I knew it would. As soon as he's down, I let his testicles go and bring his raging dick to my mouth.

Caulder grunts, his hand wraps around my dick and holds on as if it's a joystick. Once again, his hips jerk down and his cockhead lodges in my throat. Good Daddy, I think and grin around his dick. I fumble blindly with the lube until I end up with a splat on my forehead, which is fine. Now I'll be able to easily get more.

I feel Caulder's tongue flick against the head of my dick. I twitch and shiver. Yes! Honestly, I don't give a fuck if he just holds on. I want him to come down my throat while I stretch this sexy ass wide open for me.

He shivers when I start to rub his hole again and groans around my cockhead when I press a finger inside. I'm not sure he even realizes he has my dick in his mouth.

I shimmy his body down a little more, giving myself better access to his ass and work a second finger inside. Now he's moving for real. Fucking into my mouth. Bucking back against my fingers.

Caulder groans low and deep when I work a third finger in, his pelvis presses down hard to my face, shoving his generous dick deep into my throat. He's sucking on me hard, working himself through the burn of my fingers in his ass, making my head spin.

He really likes three fingers, though. He's fucking my mouth with a mad drive. I don't think it's conscious. Not the way the noises leave his throat, or the way he alternates sucking on me and burying his face in my crotch as he moans loudly.

The way this man gets lost in pleasure nearly undoes me. Thankfully, he comes before I do. He tries to warn me. Though he doesn't manage to take my dick out of his mouth, so it's just a bunch of nonsensical sounds. His hips jerk down hard, driving his cock in deep. The way his dick pulses in my throat is glorious. Even if I'm practically sobbing with the need to breathe.

I drive my fingers in deep, curling them and rubbing him intently. Driving his orgasm on, making him cry out and grind into my throat.

Somehow, I manage to hold onto consciousness until he's done and roll his sexy ass over so I can gasp for breath. My muscles shake as I pull myself up and straddle his hips, rubbing my balls on his wet dick while I furiously rub myself.

I spray all over him as Caulder looks at me with sexy, dilated eyes. Immediately, his hands come up to his chest after my first shot, rubbing it into his skin. Moisturizing himself like it's lotion. The sight sends another jolt through me, and I unload more.

Once I squeeze every single drop out of me, my hands join his as we rub my cum into his skin until he's just a sticky mess. Then I collapse on top of him, our mouths clumsily coming together in a kiss that's barely more than mouths knocking together.

He rolls us, blanketing my body with his.

"I didn't think it could get better," he stammers between pants. "Fuck, Lo. The way you make me feel." He ends on a groan, his hand sliding down my back until he reaches my ass.

I've come to realize he's definitely an ass man. He loves to grip my ass cheeks tightly. Which he does now. Digging his fingers in and pulling my body harshly to his. He groans, low. Raspy.

I suck on his neck, trying to be mindful not to suck too hard. He still tastes like soap, but there's also the heavy tang of sweat and cum. Tasting myself on him is intoxicating. I've washed him in my release. There's nothing sexier than that.

"All night," I murmur. "You're going to have to sleep on the plane."

"Mmm," he answers. "As long as you don't stop touching me until the last possible minute."

I don't plan on it. He'll be lucky if I don't climb in his gear bag so he can take me home with him.