“I messed up, didn’t I?” I ask when I stop. “I didn’t turn enough times.”
“Yes, you did! That was so good!” She kisses my cheek, and I’m flustered all over again. “How do you feel about pairs figure skating? We’d make a great team.”
“I appreciate your faith in me, but I am not lifting you over my head in a way that could get you hurt. I’ll leave that to the professionals.” I tap her hip. “Do I get to keep my clothes on?”
“For now.” She grabs one of the hockey sticks and crouches low. “What move are you going to make me do, Coach?”
“A quick lesson first.” I stand behind her, crowding her space. I put my hands above and below hers on the shaft. “A wrist shot starts with your stick low, then coming up to shoulder height, keeping contact with the puck the whole time. A slap shot will start with your stick in the air, then come down to the puck where you’ll accelerate with a brief separation from the puck.” I walk her through each shot. “Backhand shot uses the back of the stick, and a snapshot is faster than a wrist shot without a full wind-up. Understand?”
“Yeah,” she breathes out. “I understand, Coach.”
I kiss the back of her head and pull away, deciding on a wrist shot without a lot of momentum. The puck sails easily into thenet when I hit it, but it goes wide right on Hannah’s turn. She decides on ditching her hair tie first, and after a brief argument, I agree that,fine, she can count that as an article of clothing, as long as I can count my friendship bracelets.
We go back and forth, finding a good rhythm of accomplishing every move, but I get sloppy with an in-and-out sequence she executes perfectly. I have to pull off my hoodie, and her shirt comes off when she misses an easy shot from the crease, the puck clanking off the post and away from the net.
I can’t do a spin sit to save my life and almost pull a muscle in the process. She’s hopelessly optimistic when she attempts a bar down goal, not able to get the puck in the air. Soon, I’m in just my briefs, the cool arena air welcome on my overheated skin. Hannah is left in a pair of underwear that shows off the curve of her ass, and her tits are distracting the fuck out of me.
“My eyes are up here, Brody,” she says, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my tongue was hanging out of my mouth.
“Don’t need to see your eyes.” I pluck her nipple, smiling when she drops her head back and moans. “This is just fine.”
“If you miss this, I win. Are you ready for your punishment?”
I’m ready for this game to end. My self-control is hanging by a thread. All I want to do is throw her over my shoulder, take her somewhere warm, and eat her out.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” I move my hand down, dragging my knuckles over the front of her underwear. There’s a damp spot in the center, and I’m seconds away from ripping them in half. Seconds away from proudly declaring myself a loser, just so she can use me however she sees fit. “You have to complete the move too.”
“I could do it in my sleep.”
Turning her back to me, she brushes her ass against the front of my briefs. She tries to pull away, but I loop an arm around her waist, keeping her there. Her head drops back against mychest, blonde hair going everywhere while I pull her underwear to the side and push a single finger inside her. Hannah hisses, spreading her legs open. My skates frame hers, and I watch her breathe out a slow exhale.
“What are you waiting for, angel?” I kiss her cheek, her neck. She rolls her hips on my finger, looking for more friction, but I don’t give it to her. “Let me see your move, then you can have what you want.”
“You’re mean.” She whimpers when I drop to my knees, grabbing her ass with both hands. I knead the soft skin of her cheeks and bite the curve of her backside. “And not fair.”
“You have free will.” I pull on her underwear, my middle finger running along the line of her crack. “You could’ve done your move at any time, but you haven’t, have you? Because you like when I touch you. And you’re going to like it even more when you lose.”
With a rough smack to her ass, I stand back up, not caring that my cock is leaking pre-cum in my briefs. It wouldn’t be the first time I finished in my pants around her, but Hannah slowly skates away. Her knees tremble and she fans her face, trying to regain her composure.
“Bunny hop jump,” she tells me, but when she takes off and tries to bring her swinging knee in the air, she loses her balance. Her toe pick hits the ice, and she falls forward. She catches herself with her hands, but I still rush over to her. “God dammit.”
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“My ego is hurt. I’ve nevernotlanded that move, and the one time I need to, I can’t.” Hannah groans and shivers, dusting ice off her knees. “But I don’t think you’ll be able to do it either.”
“Oh yeah?” I crouch low, holding out a palm to help her up. When her fingers lace through mine, I give her a wicked grin. “Isthis the part where I tell you I did a figure skating class with Liv when she was ten, and I fuckingnailedthe bunny hop jump?”
THIRTY-FIVE
BRODY
Puck Kings and Daddy Things (+ our savior, BS)
Miller
Guess what, boys? I’m officially returning next week.
The last month and a half off has been incredible. Thanks for the extension, Coach.
