45. Sawyer

CHAPTER 45

SAWYER

Seeing my girl in the stands never gets old.

She looks gorgeous as always, but her outfit tonight is killing me. Leah has always preferred dresses over any other clothing choice—something I began noticing around the same time I started using hot pink tape on my hockey stick—and while I was always able to appreciate her sheer beauty and the softness behind her that her dress choices accentuate, I now appreciate those things and imagine what she's got on underneath.

We're on the ice doing warm ups and the way her eyes are glued to me during my groin and glute stretches gives me a little extra encouragement to make my movements nice and slow for her. When I shoot her a wink her cheeks blaze red and I'm glad my hardening cock is well hidden under all this gear.

Once we're up and taking some practice shots, one of my favorite KISS songs comes on and I begin singing it to myself and dancing around the ice like a complete lunatic. The cameraman finds me in no time and when I see Leah swaying her hips and singing along with a couple of the girls, I get the inclination to give my girl a show.

I skate over to the glass by her just as I mouth the words "I was made for loving you, baby. You were made for loving me," then I blow her a kiss, and the camera pans to her, and she blows me one back.

Damn straight. Now everyone knows she's mine.

"Did you forget to put the blades on your skates today, bender?" I laugh, skating past one of the opposing team members that can't seem to stay upright to save his life tonight. We're up by four with only three minutes left in the last period and my adrenaline is at an all-time high. I'm not one hundred percent sure if it's because Leah is here tonight, but I would be lying if I said I haven't felt the impact of her presence during games here lately.

That adrenaline is working in my favor until the guy snaps back at me, and I lose it. "Must be weak from fucking your girl all night."

Why must some people be so ignorantly disrespectful?

I toss my gloves and skate right up to him, landing a punch that I pray knocked a couple of his teeth loose, and I'm immediately escorted to the penalty box.

I hope he chokes on a few Chiclets for that one.

After the game ends, I avoid any contact with that player—for fear I might actually try to kill him—and sit in the locker room trying to calm down after my shower as everyone around me starts to head out. When I'm the last one standing, I grab my phone and shoot off a text to Leah.

Me

Get your ass down here. Please.

Dove

Omw.

Knock. Knock.

"It's just us, Dove." She steps in the room and closes the distance between us.

"Hey, are you okay?" She places her hands on my shoulders as I'm sitting on the bench by my locker. I run my hand along her arm, from her wrist, to her shoulder and back down again.

"I am now." I pull her down to sit on my lap, taking her lips in mine with an urgency she must sense.

"Hey, talk to me. What happened?" she whispers, letting her fingertips glide over my jaw.

"Nothing," I try to argue, but she knows me better than that and doesn't let it slide.

"Sawyer."

"Some guy pissed me off talking shit on the ice, so I've got more rage and adrenaline coursing through my veins than I know what to do with. I'm sorry." I rest my forehead against hers, as she hums.

"So, what I'm hearing is that you need an outlet? Some way to let all that rage and adrenaline out?" Her voice is all tease, causing me to rear back and look her in the eye. "Cause I could help with that." She stands up from the leg I'd pulled her to sit on and straddles me instead.

"You know I'd never say no to you," I remind her.

Her slender fingers run through the back of my hair as she presses her body tight against mine and dips her tongue into my mouth. The growl that vibrates through my chest perfectly reflects how I'm feeling inside. I grab her ass as she begins rocking back and forth in my lap, causing my dick to stir with excitement. She moans into my mouth, dropping her hips again as she slides over my cock.

"Stand up," she whispers, biting my bottom lip before removing herself from my lap. She pulls me up by the hand before dropping to her knees in front of me.

"What are you up to, little Dove?" I raise a brow as she smirks up at me in a sinfully beautiful way.

"I'm sucking my boyfriend's cock in a locker room, of course."

Holy shit.

She pulls my sweats down, letting my aching cock spring free. When she wraps her lips around the tip, her eyes meet mine and she fucking winks at me.

"Fuck, baby," I hiss through my teeth as she sucks me all the way down. She bobs her head back and forth from base to tip a few times before taking me so far back I can feel her throat closing around me.

I reach down and pinch that same spot on her nose and her glossy eyes look up in appreciation. When she takes me back again and her tongue swirls around me, I feel like I might come apart right this second. Then she wraps a hand around my base to work together with her mouth, letting out a hungry moan and I couldn't possibly hold back the groan that comes out of me if I tried.

"Hmm, you like that, don't you?"

"Dove, if you keep this up, I'm gonna come all down your throat."

"Then come for me." She sucks me back down, and my mind explodes at the same time I shoot cum straight down her throat. She flawlessly swallows down every bit, and I pull her to stand, still hard as fucking iron for her.

"You are so fucking sexy when you take control, baby." She pulls her bottom lip in, her eyes practically sparkling from the praise. "But it's my turn now." I pull my sweats back up around my waist, slide my hands up her dress—hooking my thumbs into the string of her silk underwear and pull them down around her ankles.

"I do like how you look on your knees for me, baby," she purrs.

Fuck, she's killing me tonight .

"Hold onto the shelf behind you." I nod to my locker, and she reaches above her head to grab onto it. Then I wrap her legs around my shoulders and bury my face in her sweet pussy. My hands are digging into her smooth skin, her dress is pushed up around her hips and the sweet little moans she's giving me with every flick of my tongue make me never want to come up for air.

"Yes, Sawyer. Right there." She grinds her hips in rhythm with me. "Don't stop. Don't stop," she begs.

I wouldn't fucking dare.

She reaches her climax with the sweetest cry of my name on her lips and I savor every last drop of her.

"Sawyer," she whispers, looking down at me. I slide her legs off my shoulders and stand up to face her.

"Yes, Dove?"

"Please fuck me." My cock is basically trying to find a way back out of my sweatpants on his own at this point.

"I don't have a condom here, baby."

And I want to kick my own ass for not at least having one in my wallet.

"Are you clean?" Her question takes me by surprise.

"Yes?" I narrow my gaze at her, and she rolls her eyes, clearly misreading my tone.

"Well, you know I am. I've only ever been with you," she explains, but what I'm having trouble with is not completely falling apart that this is about to happen.

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because once I'm inside you bare, I don't think I'll ever want out." My lips are on hers as I wrap her legs around me. Her legs lock into place allowing me the chance to pull my sweats down to free my cock. After running a finger through her lips to ensure she's wet and ready for me, I line myself up to her entrance.

"Breathe for me, Dove. Let me in." Her whole body relaxes when she lets out a sigh and I slide into her, with nothing between us for the first time. The loudest moan I've ever heard leaves her lips when I do, and I have to hold myself back from absolutely railing her against this locker. I ease into her a few more times, and her hot pussy accepts every inch readily.

"Fuck baby," I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in and biting down on her neck before kissing away the sting from it.

"God, Sawyer, you feel so good. I need more."

"Anything you want, baby." I grab onto her ass and thrust into her, making her scream my name so loud I have to cover her mouth with my hand.

"Shhh. We don't want to have to stop, do we?" She shakes her head. "You gonna be quiet if I move my hand?" She nods.

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop," she whispers pleadingly.

"Atta girl. Let me feel how much you love getting fucked by me, Dove. Soak my cock with your cum baby." I pull the top of her dress down and suck her nipple into my mouth, making another beautiful cry fall from her lips—though I can tell she's trying to keep quiet.

"Such a good girl."

I pull the other side of her dress down, sucking the other nipple into my mouth, sinking my cock into her harder with every thrust.

"Sawyer, I'm coming!" she cries, digging her nails into my shoulders as she milks me for all I'm worth.

"That's my fucking girl," I grunt through my own release. I spill every drop into her as her walls clench around me. She pulls me into a kiss that completely stops time around us, and I don't think life will ever get better than it is right now with her.

"Fucking you, Dove. Feels like coming home." She giggles and presses her forehead against mine, running her fingers through my hair the way I love.

"You feel like home to me too, Sawyer."

"I love you so much."

"I love you, too."