“He’s incredible. There are so few professional players as naturally gifted as he is,” his dad said.
My stomach rolled at the reminder that Leo was destined for amazing things right here in Boston, and I was going to miss all of it. They all climbed into a car together, still appearing to be boasting about Leo when he came out of the arena, a huge grin on his face.
I saw him and my heart soared as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. He lifted me, spinning me in a circle as I held on. “You’re incredible,” I said.
He laughed and kissed me. “Thanks, Hawaii. Means more coming from you than anyone else.”
“How do you want to celebrate?” I asked. “We can go out, or we can stay in. I’m sure there are parties being held in your honor somewhere.”
He chuckled and set me down. “Nah, most of the guys are heading out tonight or first thing in the morning to make it home, so I have noobligations. It’s just you and me.” His eyes roamed over my body and he grabbed my shoulders, turning me around in a circle.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” he asked, his eyes narrowed, and his voice strained.
I smiled. “I had it made for tonight! I wanted it to be clear who I was rooting for.”
His eyes darkened and his smile dipped. “Take it off, Hawaii.”
“What? Are you mad?” I asked, remembering Alyssa and Jia’s reactions.
“With all that research you’re doing have you ever picked up a hockey romance?” he asked, sounding annoyed.
“No,” I said.
“Well fucking read one.” He grabbed my hand and started walking behind the arena.
“I’m clearly missing something. Are you mad?”
He walked at a brisk pace until we were standing at the back of the arena with nothing but trees behind us.
“I’m fucking turned on, Hawaii. I’ve heard guys say if a girl wears their jersey it activates something possessive and primal. I can’t explain it, but apparently, it’s real because I feel it right now.” He dropped his bag and pressed my chest against the brick building.
“I really do not understand,” I said.
How is a jersey possibly related to the caveman instinct to claim something?
He groaned in my ear and pressed against me, his erection hard and rigid in the crack of my ass. “I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine, Hawaii, unless you tell me not to.”
“Iamyours, Leo,” I said.
He pulled down my jeans and panties before making quick work of getting his dick out of his suit pants. He gripped my hips with both hands and pulled me back against him, the head of his cock teasing at my entrance.
“You look fucking perfect in this, Hawaii,” he said before slamming himself inside me and letting out a guttural moan. His thrusts were hard and fast, and he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to fuck me like he owned me because he must have muttered “You’re fucking mine” half a dozen times as he worked to get us both off with more intensity than I could have ever imagined.
“You’re going to come with me, Sophia.”
“Okay,” I moaned, my pussy pulsing around him. “I’m close.”
He reached for my clit and started rubbing it vigorously. “Good, because I need you to come now, and you better scream my name and tell me you’re mine.”
“Fuck, Leo,” I yelled as my climax hit and his dick pulsed with his release. “I’m yours. I’m completely yours.”
He dropped his forehead to my shoulder and groaned as he slowed his movements. “I’m so fucking yours, baby,” he muttered.
He slowly lifted his head and pulled out, gripping his dick in his hand. A gush of his come fell out like I’d been uncorked. I spun around to face him. He stroked himself and I watched his cock grow back to its full length.
“How the hell do you do that?” I asked, remembering that he once told me he needed time to recover after coming.
“I don’t do it.Youdo it. Seeing myself leak out of you is what does it,” he said, still stroking himself. “Get on your knees, Sophia.”
