I can feel his control slipping.
At this point, he could tell me he was going to kill me tonight, and I’d be like,Sounds good, babe.
“Anything,” I whisper to him.
The most devilish smirk appears. “Next time, I will take my time with you, kiss every inch of your body.” He slows his thrust down, moving torturously slow. “But right now, I want to be rough with you, andfuckyou hard, until you come screaming my name.”
I’veneverbeen more turned on in my life. “Okay. Then, fuck me.”
And holy shit, he does exactly that.
In one swift move, he grabs my legs, lifting them up and setting them on his shoulders. And if I thought he was filling me before, I was so wrong.
With every thrust, he finds new nerves, pulling moans and whimpers out of my mouth.
With my legs hooked over his shoulders, he picks up speed, thrusting faster and faster. I can feel the tingles in the bas of my spine coming, and I have never been more ready to plummet off the edge into pure fucking heaven.
He pulls out so far that I can feel the tip slip out. Then, he plunges back into me, finding that quick pace again. It’s so intense.
His name drags out of my mouth as my legs quiver, “Alec,” my voice is laced with need.
“Open your eyes. I want you watching me as you come.” he commands.
My eyes fly open. Beads of sweat run down his chest, and the way he’s looking at me, like watching me come undone by him is all he ever wants to see, is the final push.
“Come for me.” he demands.
And my body obeys.
The release rips through me, shaking my legs. The pleasure hits me over and over in waves. And with one last thrust, Alec joins me in our perfect bliss.
19
When we walk into the arena, my senses are overwhelmed. The noise of the building crowd is already so loud. Teal and black floods my vision. This is definitely a Nighthawks game.
Every season, they change their jersey colors to represent a certain cause. This year they chose teal for ovarian cancer. One of Alec’s teammates wife passed away last year from ovarian cancer and they didn’t hesitate to choose teal for the season. A percentage of all the tickets sold goes towards cancer research this season.
Next season, they will choose a new cause and their jerseys will don a new color.
I begin looking around, seeking the face of the man I love.
And soon enough, I find him, lost in a crowd, signing autographs. The sight is strange for so many reasons. He will never be the famous hockey star in my mind, only the scrawny sixteen-year-old who taught me how to skate.
When he looks up and locks eyes with me, he quickly finishes his signature and walks straight to me.
Alec in sweatpants is sexy, but nothing could have prepared me for seeing him in his full gear with his helmet in his hand as he walks over to me in his skates.
The Nighthawks logo on his chest is just below my eye-level as he reaches me, picking me up like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he wastes no time in showing me just how much he missed me with kisses.
A couple flashes go off, and I pull away from Alec, knowing our affection needs to end before it goes too far, which it inevitably would.
Alec lowers me to the ground and places a wet kiss on my forehead. “I know I have to get on a flight after this, but I promise I’ll be back at some point next week.”
Feeling a lump form in my throat, knowing that this is the last time I’ll see him before he leaves, I nod my head. “I know. We’ll be okay. Next week will be here before we know it.”
Alec smiles and then turns his attention to Jack, bending down to his level. “Next week, we will get on the ice and get you started on some real training. I love you, Jack.”
Jack lunges, throwing his arms around Alec’s neck. “I love you too, Dad.”
