We’ve been in Los Angeles for long enough. I think it’s time for a change. The team has treated us well, but we’ve never felt cohesive. We’re looking for a more long term solution, however anything can change in hockey.
The warm water feels really good once I’m inside the shower, our clothing left on the bathroom floor to deal with later. Sky and I can be messy at times, yet we always manage to pull it together once it begins to annoy us.
A forgotten pair of pants or socks aren’t going to affect either of us.
Skylar washes my hair and body, and I groan at how good it feels. I don’t want to go to this event. I’d much rather cuddle in bed.
“I’ll make you coffee and an English muffin sandwich while you get ready,” he says, attempting to bribe me.
I hate that my stomach rumbles, reminding me that I skipped lunch.
“Two sandwiches,” he quickly says, making me grin. “You need to remember to eat instead of being a little cock tease.”
“There’s nothing little about me,” I remind him, smirking as he washes my cock.
It perks up from his hand touching it, and he rolls his eyes.
“You’re not wrong,” he mutters. “Off you go. Get a head start and I’ll be out soon.”
I do take longer than he does. Fisting his bright red hair, I angle his head the way I want it before I devour his lips. Skylar groans as his arms wrap around me before nipping at my lips.
“Make sure to stretch your hole with the plug because I plan to fuck you into the mattress after this thing,” he grunts, turning my body and pushing me gently toward the door.
Sighing, I yawn loudly as I grab my towel as I step out of the shower. My routine of body oil, face care, and blow drying my hair eats up the time it takes for Skylar to finish his supper and brush his teeth. His eyes heat as I lube up my fingers and begin to fuck my ass with them, but he continues to the bedroom to get dressed instead.
Ugh. I guess seducing him back into bed is going to be a bust. The new buttplug is larger than my normal, and my face turns red as I work it inside of me. I’m breathing hard again once I finish, and Skylar calls out to me from the bedroom that my coffee is ready.
Fuck, time is never on my side when I want it to be. I make sure to wash my hands thoroughly before drying them quicklyand rushing for my coffee. The caffeine is a welcome shock to my system, and I begin stalking toward my closet as I carefully pull together my outfit.
A bright blue pair of silk panties to cup my ass feels good on my skin after the spanking. It’s going to be difficult to sit for a while, but I’ll never regret anything I do with Skylar. Next, I pull on a pair of black pants, black shirt, and then a corset vest because it’s the most comfortable and his favorite.
I am a bit of an emo kid at heart, and black on black will always make me happy. The corset vest is loose so I can eat, and Skylar comes in with my food as I finish dressing.
“I’ll help you finish tying it when you’re done eating,” he says.
My moans of pleasure as I eat are very similar to my sex noises, which is another reason why Skylar likes to feed me before we go out. He doesn’t like anyone else to hear those noises.
He’s possessive, and we’ve discussed our relationship at length. The only way that we’d add anyone to our current dynamic is if the other person was an omega. Not everyone can handle how hectic our lives are, and puck chasers get boring pretty quickly.
They’d be great for a meaningless fuck, but that’s not what Skylar and I want. We got together while we were rookies on the ice. Once I saw Sky, everyone else faded away.
Sky adjusts his erection in his pants with a grunt as he watches me, his blue eyes taking in my clothing choices.
“You look really fucking good,” he admits.
Ugh, has he looked in a mirror yet? His blue suit makes his eyes pop, and he’s the light to my darkness. His freckles over the bridge of his nose make me want to strip him of his suit so I can kiss them in bed, exploring his body until I’m able to find every single one.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he groans. The air is thickening with our scents and I breathe them in with a small sigh of contentment.
Pineapple and rosemary are two scents together that will always make me think of fucking. I don’t make the rules, I simply follow whichever one I feel like making up.
“I can’t help it,” I admit. “Be prepared for lots of those looks because my ass is sore and stretched. Help me with my corset so I can finish up.”
“We have to stay for at least two hours,” he warns me, motioning for me to stand so he can tighten the corset and tie my laces.
“I know,” I groan, leaving him to pull on my coat and put my shoes on.
Skylar smirks as he takes my dishes to clean, and I disappear into the bathroom to brush my teeth. My lips twist as I take in my appearance, and I have to admit that I look good once I’m done. Grabbing an eyebrow gel that I keep for events, I run the brush through to fix my eyebrows.
