I float on the waves of ecstasy for a moment, shivering with the aftershocks. My body sings with bliss.
MightyPuck:Look at what you did to me.
My eyes go round at the photo.Holy shit.
His cock is in his fist. It’s bigger than I imagined. Thick and long, come splattering his knuckles.
The first thought to cross my mind is how much I want to ride it. I cover my face, muffling my giggle.
Out of everything we just did, the photo he sent feels deliciously obscene.
MightyPuck:You okay?
CraftyCutie:Very okay [wet emoji]
MightyPuck:Just wanted to make sure.
CraftyCutie:That was quite honestly one of the hottest experiences of my life
MightyPuck:Mine too.
CraftyCutie:What do we do now?
MightyPuck:Bed. I came so hard I feel like I’m still lightheaded from it. You wore me out.
CraftyCutie:True. It’s almost 4, oops.
MightyPuck:I’ll be waiting until the next time you need me. Goodnight.
Possibilities fill my head as I drift off to sleep.
This is my chance to explore what I’ve always wanted with Cole. And no one has to know.
FOURTEEN
COLE
January
I’ve lostmy fucking mind.
Or rather, Eve is driving me even more insane than she did before my resolve not to go there with her snapped and crumbled to dust on her birthday last weekend.
Evangeline, I should say. We’re supposed to be the fake identities she made up for us. Except it wasn’t a pretend version I thought about while I jerked off and told her everything I wish I could’ve done to her that night. It was all Eve—filling my head with her beautiful eyes, those perfect lush lips, her gorgeous curves.
This arrangement is a way for us to cut this new tension growing between us. Get each other out of our systems while still keeping a line in the sand. There hasn’t been a single moment since her birthday that I haven’t wanted to say fuck it and erase the line. Fucking obliterate it for the chance to kiss her again.
Yesterday, she sent a photo to our DM. Her face was cropped out, but she had on this red satin bra that cupped her plump tits and hid her nipples with a ribbon tied in a bow I wantedto rip open. I had to dodge her brother’s invite to go out, more interested in telling her to touch herself.
She rewarded me with a video of her slowly tugging the bow free until she revealed what I wanted to see, leaving the ends of the ribbon dangling at the sides of the bra, tits spilling free. Then she traced her fingertips across her cleavage while arching to tease me. Her mouth was visible, curling into a seductive smirk as she played with her breasts.
Christ, it kills me that I can’t drive over to her place and fuck her so hard her bed breaks. This is the only way I get to have her. In person we have to act like nothing’s changed.
I shake my head to get myself on track. Refocusing on practice, I scan the ice.
The team is in good shape today. We have them split into offense and defense, then we’re moving into some new skills routines that were my suggestion.
When Eve shows up during practice a few minutes later, I can’t help but watch her from the corner of my eye. She waves to her dad and Steve at the other end of the ice, then to a few players that call out to her as she finds a seat in the front row of the stands closer to the end I’m at with the d-men.
