Need Your Number: Tampa Thunder Series

Driving home, all I can think about is how lucky I am.  I just got a blow job in my Jeep while we were in the parking lot of the bar.  It was incredibly hot; all I want to do is throw her against the wall and fuck her senseless.  Fi mentioned being into the chance of getting caught.  It makes me wonder what other kinky things she might be into.

Once we get home, I want to find a way to bring it up.  I give her thigh a little squeeze, trying not to focus on how soft her tanned skin feels.  I can feel the muscles in her legs, imagining them clamped around my head as I eat her pussy.  She’s as turned on as I am; her face is flushed and she keeps squeezing her thighs together.

I decide to take a page from her book, sliding my hand up her leg, stopping at the edge of her romper.  She has a slight shiver, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.  Slipping the romper to the side, my breath catches audibly in my throat because she has no panties on.  She looks up at me with a smile and winks.  The temperature in the Jeep feels like it went up ten degrees.  Sliding my hand between her thighs, I start to run my finger between her soft pussy lips.  She’s soaked with arousal.

“Is all this wetness for me, sunshine?” I ask her.

She spreads her legs and turns her body towards me, giving me better access.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

I slip two fingers in and she tightens as I pump my fingers in and out of her.

“Touch yourself.  I want to see you make yourself cum,” I tell her.

It’s hard to concentrate on driving, but even when we pull up to the apartment, I don’t take my fingers out of her.

Fiona reaches down and begins to circle her clit, making her grind on my hand as my fingers continue to slide in and out.

I slip in a third finger and whisper, “Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

That’s all it took before she tosses her head back, her mouth forming an ‘o’ and she moans my name loudly through the Jeep.

I walk around the Jeep and open her door, allowing her a chance to adjust her romper before she gets out.  I wrap my arm around her and guide her up to my place.  I unlock the door and lead her inside, dropping a kiss on her forehead as she walks past me.  I lock the door and then the tension instantly becomes too much.

I grab her hand, pulling her into me and smash my lips against hers, hungry for a taste of her.  I pick her up as she drops her purse on my floor.

The apartment is dark but we don’t even notice.  I pin her against the wall and begin giving her kisses down her neck, stopping to nibble on her ear.  She likes that because she bucks her body against mine.

“Fuck me now, Z, please, I need you,” she groans into my ear.

With her legs still wrapped around me, I struggle but finally succeed to get my pants undone.  I pull her romper to the side, holding her ass up with one hand and letting my hard cock slide between her folds.  I know she loves it when the tip moves and hits her clit.

“Z, please, I’m on the pill and I’m clean, please, I need you in me now.  I can’t wait.”

I waste no time lining myself up with her entrance.  “I’m clean too, and I have never fucked anyone bare.”

My mind is gone the minute I slide into her.  The feeling of her warm, tight, wet pussy around my cock is more than I can handle.  We are both sweating as I fuck her hard and fast against my living room wall.  She claws my back over and over while she moans and begs for more.  I know she’s about to climax when she grabs my hair tight and pulls me into her.

I continue to ram my cock into her.  You would think we were going to make an ‘us’ shaped hole in the wall.  When I cum, I lift her off my cock and carry her carefully to the bedroom and set her on the bed. “Two orgasms already tonight, Z – the Jeep and once on the wall.  You spoil me,” she says with a smile so big it looks like she’s squinting. After I clean her up with a warm washcloth, I sit on my knees, pulling her to the end of the bed.

“Time for my dessert,” I inform her, right as I pull her legs over my shoulders. “This pussy looks so sweet.”  Then my head is buried between her thighs.  I run my tongue up and down her wet slit before pushing it inside her just a little, making her moan.  She takes a handful of my hair as she holds my head in place as I start sucking and flicking her clit.  I use one hand to reach up and rub her nipple between my fingers.  The other hand holds one of her legs, helping me to have good access to that delicious pussy.  She cums all over my tongue and I lick up every drop.

“Fuck, that felt good, babe,” she says as she tries to catch her breath.  I pull her into me, holding her close. I have never been a “cuddle me” kind of guy, even with my ex.  Tonight though, with her cheek on my chest and her dark hair spread across the arm I have wrapped around her and her leg tossed over mine, it feels right, like this is how it’s supposed to be.

“Can I ask you something?  You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” Fi says timidly. “Sure, what’s up?” I murmur into her hair, leaving a light kiss. “Luke told me about your ex.  He said she messed with your head.  What happened?  You don’t have to tell me though if you aren’t comfortable.”

I take a deep breath.  “Holly was my girlfriend for about four months during hockey season.  She originally seemed great but once the season really kicked off, things were bad.  She would beg me not to go to away games, threaten to cheat on me when I left; she would post on social media about being at parties when I was gone, call me crying right before the games…  It was a huge mental game with her.  I lost my focus, spent a lot of time in the penalty box, and my stats took a shit for the season.  When we finally broke it off, she admitted to cheating almost every away game.  I wasn’t in love with her, so it’s not like my heart was broken.  But I would be lying if I didn’t say my head was messed up from it and I had trust issues.  Honestly, you are the first girl I have actually wanted to be in a relationship with. You were worth trying to win over.”

She rolls over and is straddling me.  “Well, you have ruined anyone else for me so you don’t have to worry about me,” she says with a wink. “But really I am so sorry she treated you like that.  I hate her for you.” And she strips her shirt off, showing off her perfect tits.  Her nipples are erect and begging to be sucked.  I take this moment to bring something up.

“Fi, I want to try something when you are about to orgasm.  I think it will make it more intense.  We can have a safe word if you want to stop.” She slides her panties to the side and begins to grind against my cock that’s still inside my boxers.

“Okay, the safe word is 27,” she says with a wink.  Damn this girl is going to kill me one day.  She pulls my cock out and guides it into her pussy.  She bounces up and down as I play with her tits with one hand and squeeze her hip with the other.

I flip us over, sliding all the way out and then slamming back in, hitting her deep inside.  My thumb rubs her clit while she starts playing with both nipples.  Watching her rub her nipples and moan has me pounding into her faster.  I keep rubbing her clit until she begs me to let her cum.  Right as I feel her tensing up, I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing just a little.

“Be a good girl and cum on this cock.” I look down in time to see her squirting all over me.

“OH MY GOD!  Did I just pee on you?  How embarrassing!  I am so sorry!”  She’s about to start crying.

I chuckle and keep fucking her really wet pussy.  “Babe, calm down, you squirted.  It’s okay, actually, it’s more than okay.  It’s fucking hot as fuck.”

She looks confused.  “I have never done that before.  Usually, Justin would just fuck me missionary until he came.  What we did was different, but so good.  Will you choke me again when I cum?  I want to keep trying new things.”

I am putting her legs up in the air by my head while I pound into her repeatedly.  “I’m about to cum, Fi.”  I reach down and wrap my hand around her throat, and we orgasm together.

As we both come down from the highest post-orgasm ecstasy I have ever felt, we stay cuddling.  After awhile I get her cleaned up.  She goes to the bathroom and brushes her hair and teeth.  She puts on a pair of boxers and one of my shirts.  I should get some pajamas for her, but I selfishly love seeing her in my clothes.  We climb into bed and fall asleep wrapped up together.

When I wake up in the morning, I slide out of bed and shower before I take Fiona home.  I have class before afternoon practice and she has to work.

By the time I am out, Fiona is dressed and ready to go.  I make quick work of getting dressed so we can leave.

On the drive back to her place I ask her if she would be willing to go to dinner with Penny and me on Friday.  Although she said she would love to, I feel nervous.  I want her and Penny to get along.  They got along at the beach clean up but things are different now.

Rushing to class, I try to think if I have to call Penny before she starts teaching.  Probably no, so I just shoot off a text letting her know we are good for Friday evening.

Thursday is my favorite day because we have afternoon practice because most of the team has morning classes.  It also is the day I meet with Stuntz to go over captain stuff.

Class goes well – I get an A on my test, which I’m grateful for, knowing midterms aren’t that far out.  I took summer classes the past three years and that’s when I did my heavy courses to be sure they didn’t land during the season.  I’m not on a scholarship, but I still wanted to be sure I’m always in good academic standing so I can play.

Practice flies by.  I see Fiona in passing while she’s filming with Emerson Davis, the goalie, and I am heading off the ice to my meeting.  Blake Stuntz is the best center in the league, but he doesn’t let his ego get him.  He is fair with the team and has helped me work on my skills as a leader.  We discuss any players who need some one-on-one attention from us.  Sometimes we help with skills on the ice, classes, and personal stuff in the players’ lives.  All those things play into how we perform, and we support the team in any way we can.

The rest of my day passes without much going on. I hit the gym with Luke, and we discuss the team we are playing this weekend.  I spend the rest of the day at home cleaning, doing laundry, and studying.  I am working on my paper when I get a knock at my door.  I open it and no one is there.  When I look down, I see a coffee, a couple of my favorite energy bars, and a bag of Airheads.  The note attached says, You always spoil me.  I know we both are busy today, so here’s my treat for you. XOXO – your sunshine.

I work on my surprise study snacks until it’s time for bed.  I can’t help but wonder what Fiona is up to right now.  I know she’s having a girl’s night though, so I don’t text her except to say good night.  I get in bed but find myself missing Fi’s touch.  I won’t have a chance to have her sleep over for a few days and that sucks.  Hockey season makes relationships difficult sometimes.

It’s Friday afternoon and I head home to shower and change so I can pick up Fiona on time.  With simple jeans, a short sleeve button-up, and my new black Converse, I head out the door.  Fiona wears her hair straight with the front braided.  Her long yellow dress hits at her ankles, showing off her strappy white sandals.  I love how she dresses like the ray of sunshine she is.

When we get to the restaurant, Penny immediately wraps Fiona in a hug.  They spend the whole dinner exchanging stories about me, talking about college, and Fiona talks about her siblings.  Penny tells Fi about her class and how she likes teaching at the local high school. Penny went to college in the panhandle, moving to Tampa when our parents retired and sold our childhood home in Nebraska.  She figured if I was in Tampa, she would move close to me.  I actually loved that she did that since we have always been close.  Like Fiona with Luke, she even used to skate with me.

With dinner over, I feel relaxed knowing one of the most important people in my life approves of my girlfriend.  I wouldn’t let Penny tell me who I could or couldn’t date but I do care about her opinion. “Your sister is amazing!  She is so funny and smart.  Meeting her at the beach cleanup is different than meeting her as your girlfriend.  Hopefully, she likes me because I love her!” exclaims Fiona.

I kiss the hand I’m holding as we drive.  “Of course she likes you, who wouldn’t?”

I hate having to drop her off instead of her sleeping over, but tomorrow is game day so we have to arrive at the rink early so we can travel in the team bus to the game.  Fiona is going to the game too, but she is driving herself.  After a long kiss at the door we say our goodbyes and I head home.