We can deal with our dirty dinner dishes tomorrow morning.
Ollie’s bedroom is now our bedroom when he’s home.When he’s traveling, I take his pillow into my bed so I can cuddle it.But he’s here now, and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy being together.Grabbing his hand, I lead him into the bedroom.We’ve barely crossed the threshold when he spins me into his arms and plants his lips on mine.He’s the first man I’ve kissed with a beard and mustache, so it’s an odd sensation to feel the whiskers, but I love it.Especially between my thighs.
Speaking of between thighs, I’ve been wanting to do this for days, but our schedules have been too crazy, and I didn’t want to rush this.I undo his belt buckle and unbutton his jeans before grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and pulling up.Ollie quickly gets with the program and reaches behind his head to do the sexy one-handed pull-off-the-shirt thing guys instinctually know how to do.I pause for a moment to admire his muscled torso.The shoulder boulders, the defined biceps, the pec pillows, the abs I love to trace while we cuddle.“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
His low chuckle resonates in my pussy, which is weird, but I don’t know how else to describe it.
“That’s my line,” he says.
“We can share.”
With his shirt out of the way, he reaches for mine, and I let him pull my pink long-sleeve T-shirt over my head.When he reaches for the elasticized waistband of my black leggings, I go back to his pants too.It’s my turn to take care of him.I step out of my leggings first but don’t let him pull down my cheeky panties.Once we’re both completely naked, we’re boinking, and that’s not what I want for round one tonight.
“This is all about you this time, Ollie.Relax and enjoy it,” I say as I drop to my knees and pull down his jeans and briefs, tossing them to the side when he steps out of them.His proud cock juts out straight and strong, and it’s magnificent.It’s wonderfully proportioned, and it’s big but not ridiculously so.It’s enough that you feel it and are stretched, but it’s not so much that it’s painful.It’s…perfect.
“Cupcake,” he says with that low, rumbly voice that always gets to me.“You know this isn’t going to last very long, right?”
I delicately lick a drop of precum from the tip of his cock, and he shivers.
“Phoebe…” His voice trails off as I take the whole head and some of his shaft into my mouth.“Oh…”
Cupping his balls with one hand and using my other hand to work the shaft not covered by my mouth, I lick and suck his cock.His gasps and groans are exhilarating.When his muscular thighs start trembling, I know he’s close.
“Phoebe, I’m about to come.”Ollie groans and tries to pull away.He’s such a gentleman.
I move my hand from his balls to his ass to stop him.Humming as I suck pushes him over the edge, and he’s panting as I swallow every last drop.I press a gentle kiss to his tip and giggle at the way that the hair on his thighs stands on end as he delicately shivers.It amazes me that I can affect this giant sweetheart of a man so much.I hope it’s always like this.
29
OLLIE
“King,you’ve been playing much looser than you were earlier in the season.Most players aren’t relaxed in the playoffs.What’s your secret?”
The question from an ESPN reporter has my teammates chuckling and me flushing hotly.It’s media day before our first game against the Salem Spellbinders in the next round of the Dickinson Cup.It was bad enough when everyone knew I was a virgin, but now it feels like everyone knows I’m not, and I think that’s almost worse.
“The East Coast agrees with him,” Bedard says.
“So does being engaged,” Stone adds.
The whole room starts laughing, and I take off my Devil Birds ball cap, run my hand through my hair, then replace my cap, pulling the brim down low over my face.
Leaning toward the microphone when the laughter dies, I simply say, “What they said.”
The media continue with their questions about the upcoming series, and my teammates answer.I’m the biggest guy at the table, but I’m trying my best to be invisible.And failing.
“Ollie, any wedding plans yet?”a reporter from a sports website asks.
Shaking my head, I lean toward the microphone in front of me.“Not yet.Phoebe is focused on the Pastry Pro Championship this weekend, and I’m dealing with the playoffs.Once we get past those, then we’ll work out the details.”
Stone nudges me with his elbow.“Don’t lie, you’re going to elope so you don’t have to deal with people.”
I grunt while Stone sits there with a shit-eating grin.
A few hours later, we’re in the locker room, getting ready to take the ice for game one.I’m honored to be playing in the postseason, but part of me is back home with Phoebe.Even on the ice, I’m thinking of her.Wondering what she’s doing.What we’d be doing if I was there.So far, I’ve managed to maintain focus while I’m playing, but when I’m on the bench between shifts or waiting for the puck to drop in a face-off, I think about the fun stuff we do—not only in the bedroom but outside of it too.Like when we cook dinner or build a LEGO sculpture.I feel like part of me is missing when we aren’t together.
* * *
“What the hell was that?”Coach Bedard asks after we had our asses handed to us in our first game against the Salem Spellbinders.“Why did we even bother showing up here if we weren’t going to play?What is it?Everyone’s in love now and wanting to be home?”
