Need Your Number: Tampa Thunder Series

I am ready to get home to see my girl, but we still have a game to play.  We are trying to keep our winning streak up.  This is also our last away game for a few weeks, which I am most excited for.  I want to be home again.  The traveling isn’t as fun when you have a girl waiting at home.  Guys like Luke love traveling for games.  It’s ‘fresh meat’ as he likes to say.  I just want to focus, kick Tennessee’s ass, and get on the plane.

The game was rough.  We definitely played a team that came in ready to fight for the W.  I only went in the penalty box once during the second period.  With a final score of 3-2, it was close.  We all played hard and we’re exhausted.  It was a physically demanding game for the whole team.  Even the bus ride to the plane was pretty quiet, especially after a win.  Most of us fall asleep quickly once we board the plane.

I head straight home when we get off the plane.  It’s 3 A.M. when I get to the apartment and find Fi sleeping in a ball on the couch.  I go set my stuff down and pick her up to put her in bed.  She is so light in my arms; she wakes slightly and cuddles closer into my neck.  As I set her in bed, I give her a couple of light kisses.  “Baby, I am home.  I’m going to change, then I will come to bed.”  She just murmurs in response.

When we wake up in the morning my sunshine is draped across me.  The light from the window glows around her body like a halo.  I move slightly to get comfortable and she begins to stir.  Her leg draped over me makes me grow hard.  I don’t want to push her after the past week of her fear getting to her.  I will let her tell me when she is ready again.

Slipping out of bed I head to the shower to take care of things myself.  I begin stroking myself slowly with my arm against the wall, holding myself up.  I moan out Fiona’s name quietly and I start to stroke harder, thinking of her lips on mine.  Her pink, plump, kissable lips are going around my cock and I imagine how they would feel flicking her tongue over my tip.

I look up to see Fiona naked outside the shower door.  Without a word, she steps in the shower and drops to her knees.  It’s a literal fantasy come true with her on her knees and the water falling around us.  Her mouth is around my cock, taking every inch.  She moans as she begins to choke.  Holding the back of her head, I keep her rhythm going until I am about to explode.  She looks up at me and sucks harder, and I yell her name while she swallows every drop.

I pick her up, lifting her onto me.  I slide in easily.  Leaning against the shower door, I pound into her, slow and steady.  Her pussy is tight as her hands scratch down my back and she moans.  I reach my hand up and palm one of her tits.  I rub her nipple between my fingers while I lick and suck her other nipple.  When I can feel them both equally hard, I switch to the other side.  I can feel her getting tighter and her breath becoming unsteady.

“Cum for me, sunshine,” I moan and then I pull her mouth to mine.  We orgasm together.

We finish our shower and then get ready for our usual Sunday stuff.  We have coffee and breakfast before settling into studying and editing.  I have midterms this week so I am really trying to make sure I have it together.  I want to be sure I keep my grades up.

Fiona takes a nap on the couch after lunch.  Watching her cuddled up on the couch in a blanket, candle lit, and me studying, it feels right.  It feels like home.  This apartment has never felt like anything special to me; I just liked my own space, which is why I never decorated it myself and let Penny do it.   But her here makes it feel like something special.  I like seeing her hair stuff in the shower, the blankets on the couch I never had before, the candles I never thought I would want.

I want to take her to Target on another shopping spree to decorate the apartment how she likes.  I want to invite her to move in but I know that would freak her out because we haven’t been together that long.  I know how she is – she will spook if I ask now.  I will take the time I get with her here right now and enjoy it.

She cooks dinner and then we settle in for the vampire show she loves.  I refuse to admit that it’s honestly not bad.  If the team ever found out I watch these vampire brothers, they would never stop ragging me.  I already get shit for going from grump to whipped.  I am still grumpy with them, but since Fiona it’s been slightly less.  It’s hard to be grumpy with that ray of sunshine in my life.

“I am heading for bed, babe.  I know you are studying, so no rush,” Fi says, leaning over and kissing me.  She walks away.  Once she is in the room I get up, following her in.  She’s in the middle of changing, standing in her thong with a shirt in her hand.

“Keep it off, sunshine,” I tell her, leaning against the door frame.  “Go ahead and take that thong off and climb up on the bed, babe,”  I tell her as I take my shirt off.  She lays down, staring at me with needy eyes.  I let my shorts fall down and I step out of them, making my way to the bed.  I kneel on the floor, pulling her to the edge.

I pepper kisses up one thigh and down the other.  Spreading her legs, I drop a kiss right on her pussy lips.  Using my tongue, I spread her apart and begin licking up and down.  When I put her legs over my shoulder, I use my hands to help spread her out.  I take my time blowing lightly on her clit.  I can feel her shudder.

“Z, please,” she whispers and she reaches down to touch herself.

“No ma’am, be a good girl and sit there nicely while I pamper this clit,” I tell her before returning to give her some love with my tongue.  I slide a finger inside her, then I move to two.  She grabs my head, pulling me into her, squeezing her thighs around my head.

“Fuck, Zane, please!” she screams as her eyes roll back.

I stand up and position myself between her legs.  I give myself a few strokes, then I slide in the tip, rocking in and out, just giving her a little at a time, keeping her on edge wanting more.

“Z, stop playing and fuck me,” she begs, trying to pull me into her.

“Beg for it, baby,” I tell her, moving the tip almost out for emphasis.  It only takes a few more thrusts before she gives in

“Please, Z, please, I’m begging.”

Before she can even finish the sentence, I slam into her.  She is so tight and wet I have to focus so I don’t cum instantly.  I reach down to rub her clit, making her cum, pussy clenched around my dick.

I pull out.  “Go ahead and grab the headboard,” I say as she crawls up the bed and grabs on like I told her.

Her back looks sexy, elongated, with her ass in the air.  I take a second and smack her ass, hearing her sharp intake of breath.

“Good girl, keep your ass up just like that,” I tell her, and enter her from behind. Thrusting over and over into her tight, wet pussy, I can feel myself getting closer to climax.  I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back as we both get closer and closer.

“Now, baby,” I groan and we both orgasm together.  I get a washcloth and clean my sunshine up.  By the time I get back from the bathroom, she is passed out, naked in the bed.

Waking up on Monday morning, we both get ready.  She goes to work and I head to my first midterm of the week.  Midterm number one went well; only two more to go.  We also have a home game this week, which the whole team is excited about.  There is something special about having our game at home.  The atmosphere is unmatched when you are on your own rink with your fans cheering.

This season we are close to securing ourselves a slot in the playoffs.  Our hopes are high for a championship win because we are undefeated so far this season.  This next game is an easy team with a weak offense, but they have a great goalie.  This is a good team to be coming back home to.

This game will also be the first home game Fiona comes to as my official girlfriend.  I am excited to see her in my number again!  I love the feeling of knowing my girl is there, cheering me on.  To head to the penalty box and have someone to head nod to and let them know you are ok, the person in your corner no matter how you play, and is always there to support you, is such a good feeling.

I swing by to Fiona’s office after my midterm and drop off a McDonald’s Coke.  She thanks me by jumping in my arms and kissing air straight into my lungs.  I love when she does this.  I get a chance to grab on her ass without penalty.  She tells me that she’s heading home to get some stuff and then going back to my place to start dinner.  I almost get my feelings hurt that she doesn’t consider my place home, but maybe she does.  Even if she doesn’t, I can’t really be mad because it’s not like I asked her to move in officially.

The rest of the week flies by between my midterms and practices.  My midterms went well, and I am so happy to be done with them.  Practices are fine. Coach is pushing us but it’s ok, so we are getting into the playoff mindset.

Saturday I am ready to get on the ice the moment I wake up. Fiona wakes up and heads to her place to get ready before heading to the stadium.  She does the entrance tunnel photos, so at least I don’t have to wait long before seeing her.  I make a protein shake before getting in the shower.  I put on my suit, making sure I bring an extra pair of clothes, just in case Fiona wants to go out to the bar after the game.

I am in my suit, heading to the photo area in the tunnel when I see her.  These are probably the best photos they have gotten of me coming in, because I feel like I look like a love-sick fool.  She looks amazing!  She is in tight black leggings, white Converse, and my white jersey.  Her hair is in a high ponytail with a Penguin hair bow.  She tosses me an Airhead and I pull one out and toss it to her.  The Airhead exchange is my favorite part of this day so far.  She drew 27 on her Converse for me; I see it when I really look.  I pick her up, spinning her, and drop a big kiss on her lips, making her cheeks flush.

After that moment with Fi, I head into the locker room to a chorus of everyone mocking me for being whipped.  I just roll my eyes.

“Don’t you all have shit to do?” I grumble, refusing to drop my signature grumpy tone.

I do smile though, letting them know I’m not going to murder them for joking with me.  We get ready to take the ice and I eat my Airhead and prepare to head out.

Skating out, I laugh as I see all the Airheads and other random snacks being held in the air by fans.  Fiona started that as a fun fact about me and the fans loved it so much, she made it a segment.  She posts a player and their favorite snack.  The next game we usually see fans holding it up.  It’s fun and it helps concession sales, too.

I skate past Fi, putting my hand on my heart then putting it against the glass.  She repeats the same motion and my heart warms.  Luke skates over, saying hi to her before we all skate off to get ready for the game.  As we finish our laps around the rink, I think of how much I loved trying to beat out the guys for the most jerseys with my number on them.  Now I could care less if someone is in my number.  I have great teammates; wear their numbers.  But I need my girl in my number.  It’s an absolute must.

We win in a shutout 1-0!  Their goalie is really good.  I ended up in the box once, and like I imagined, I found Fiona and we locked eyes and I nodded; so did she.  I could hear her yelling when I got cross checked into the boards.  I love when she stands up for me.  She smiles at me all night whenever we lock eyes.  I try to be subtle.  I don’t want any opponents using her to get in my head.

After the game I head to the locker room but before I am fully there, I hear my name being called.  I turn around to see Fi flying and then landing in my sweaty, tired arms.

“Come straight home after the game, babe; I have something for you,” she tells me before kissing me, then heading out the door.

I take the fastest shower in history.  I need to get home and see what she has for me.