“I'm…I'm… oh fuck, yes. Jamie,” she cries before her whole body seizes, her back bowing off the ground as her orgasm crashes through her. I fuck her through it, prolonging every wave, and watching her face contort in pleasure. She’s stunning like this. Completely undone and completely mine.
When the waves finally come to a stop, I flip her onto her stomach before pulling her hips up and driving back inside. She moans into the concrete as I take her from behind. I’m not exactly gentle, but she lets me keep going.
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise as I pump into her, chasing my own release. The sounds of our ragged breathing and Ellie’s tiny moans are the only thing that can be heard in the arena.
“Jamie,”she whimpers.“I'm going to cum again.”
“Then do it,” I demand, reaching around and finding her clit. I rub tight circles over and over again, and then she shatters, her second orgasm seemingeven more intense than the first. Her walls clamp down on my cock again, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Buring myself deep inside her, I cum with a groan, spilling inside her in hot pulses. My vision goes white at the edges and my whole body shakes with the force of my release. I collapse next to her, completely boneless. Holy fucking shit. That was intense.
For a long moment, we just lay there, tangled together on the cold concrete of the arena floor. My heart hammers against my ribs, and I can feel Ellie's pulse racing where our bodies remain connected.
“Wow,”she finally breathes “That was...”
“Yeah…” I say,pressing a kiss to her shoulder.“Wow.”
After we fix ourselves and pull our clothes back on, we lie back down, both on our sides so we’re face to face. Ellie smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. The look makes my chest ache.
I reach for her, caressing her cheek. She leans into my touch, her soft skin feeling warm against my palm.
“I guess your knee really is almost healed,” she says with a chuckle. I nod, just now realizing that I did all that and my knee didn’t bother me at all.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Ellie looks away quickly, and I think I understand what she meant by that comment.
“Hey,” I say softly. Her eyes meet mine and I smile. “I love you.”
Her small smile widens just a bit. “I love you.”
“Come with me,” I blurt out. Ellie gives me a questioning look.
“What do you mean? Come with you where?” she asks curiously.
“When I go back, I want you to come with me.”
Her breath catches, and she seems to be at a loss for words. I don’t think she was expecting me to say that. I don’t think I can go back if she doesn’t come with me. I’m in too deep.
“Jamie, I—” she starts, but I interrupt because I have a feeling she was about to tell me all the reasons she can’t.
“Ellie, I told you I wasn’t going to leave you. I need you to come with me. I have a place in the city. We can live there and I’ll commute to the arena. You’ll be able to go back to acting, and you’ll be back with your friends. You’ll be with me, and I’ll be with you. It’s a win-win.”
“Jamie, that’s insane. I can’t just move in with you,” she tells me, standing from our position on the ground. I follow, towering over her.
“Why not? We already live together. We’ve been living together for the past four months. What’s the difference?” I ask.
Her arms cross over her chest. “It’s not the same. Living with you, being with you, it’s… we’re…” she trails off, seeming to have no other argument.
“Please. Just come. After the semester’s over, we’ll pack up and go to New York. You can stay at my place, which would be our place, while I go to training,” I explain, hoping she’ll see how good of an arrangement this could be.
Her weight shifts from one foot to the other.
“What if I wanted to stay here? As the director?” she asks. I hadn’t thought about that.
My brow furrows. “Is that what you want?”
Her hands fall to her sides, and she begins to pace back and forth in the small space.
“I don’t know, Jamie. It could be,” she proclaims. I move in front of her, stopping her pacing. Grabbing her arms and squeezing gently, I take a deep breath.
“Then I’d stay, too,” I tell her, and I really mean it. Fuck it. Fuck hockey, fuck the pro’s, fuck it all. It means nothing if Ellie’s not by my side. I was too stupid to realize it when I was younger, too self-absorbed. I should have never just left her like that. I should have asked her to come with me. “I can’t go back in time, Ellie. I can’t change the past. But I can change the future. I should have asked you to come with me years ago and I didn’t. So, I’m asking you now. And if you decide that you want to stay here and direct, then I’ll stay too.”
