Need Your Number: Tampa Thunder Series

I told Zane I have a surprise for him when he gets home so I know he will be rushing straight here.  He played a great game tonight and I am going to show him how proud I am.  Things have been good between us the past two weeks; I feel like we have gotten closer and that we are even more comfortable together.

I hear the front door open and close.  Show time, I tell myself.  I have never been in a relationship where we were sexually adventurous, so this is all new ground for me.  But I know Z is more experienced than I am, so I want to show him I want to do more.  I want to trust him in all aspects of my life, starting with our bedroom time.

The door opens and he is standing there in his button up and slacks on, looking so fucking hot.

“What’s going on in here?” he asks without moving from the doorway.

“I set all this up so we can experiment in the bedroom together.  I have my safe word – 27.  I know you like being dominating on the ice and in the bedroom, but you have been holding back.  So let’s stop holding back.”

I motion my hand over the dresser holding some sex toys I got online, lube, and a whip.  He smirks and begins to roll up his sleeves in the doorway.

I stand there in a green lingerie one piece I got at the store this week, waiting for him to say something.  He leans on the doorframe one handed.

“Ok, sunshine, let’s experiment,” he says in a voice that could melt my outfit right off my body.  “Go ahead and crawl over to the bed and bend over.”

His eyes darken like he’s been waiting to be more dominating with me.  I crawl over and bend over the bed, watching him cross the room.  He grabs a few things, then walks to the bedside table.

SMACK.  I recoil slightly from the smack of the whip.  I expected it to hurt, but I didn’t expect it to feel so good.  I feel myself suddenly soaked between my legs.  He spanks me again.

“That made you wet, didn’t it, baby girl?  You didn’t realize how much you like it rough.”  He palms my ass lightly before dropping a kiss on each ass cheek.

“Spread your legs.”  He sucks in a breath when I listen to his command.  “Crotchless lingerie, you dirty girl.”

Suddenly I don’t feel him behind me anymore.  I turn around to see him stripping off his shirt and then laying down next to me.

“Come sit down,” he says.

I think he can see the confusion on my face.

“Come sit on my face.  I want to eat my dessert,” he repeats.

I hover over his face, holding on to the edge of the bed.

“I said sit, not hover.”  And he pulls me fully onto him.

My knees are on each side of his head.  I shudder, feeling his breath on me.  He opens me up with his tongue, then proceeds to eat me like he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.  He nips at my clit, sending me over the edge as I climax, grinding my pussy against his face.

He lifts me up a bit to say, “Remember the safe word if you need it.  You need to relax and trust me.”

I nod my head, unsure what he’s referring to.  As he goes back to licking and sucking my clit, he slides his finger inside me, then pulls it back out almost immediately.  I am confused as I moan my disappointment, then I realize why.

His finger is now swirling lightly around my asshole.  I have never done this; I immediately tense up.  He gives me a smack on the ass, murmuring against my pussy for me to relax.  I try to listen as I feel the pressure but not pain.  He takes his time and honestly the oral I am getting helps me to relax as I lean forward onto the bed to give him a little better access.

When his finger goes in, I feel a little pain and then an intense amount of pleasure.  He keeps his finger still but I begin to rock, wanting more.  It only takes about a minute before I am panting and cum all over his face.

He lightly lifts me up off him into the standing position.

“Such a good girl, sunshine.”

He walks to the bathroom, leaving me standing there in a wave of post orgasm high.  He comes out of the bathroom, naked.  His hands are wet.  He must have washed them.

He sits on the edge of the bed.

“Come, show me what good things you can do with that mouth.”

How can my sweet, caring, golden retriever boyfriend talk like this, and how is it making me so incredibly turned on?

I walk over and drop to my knees.  I lick his length up and down, spending extra attention on the slit, making sure I get the precum.  I proceed to take as much of him in my mouth as I can before he’s hitting the back of my throat.  I move my head up and down quickly, usually this is about all I do.

I decide to spice it up a bit.  I remember I used my teeth lightly last time and he liked it.  So as I am coming back up his dick, I let my teeth lightly touch him, and when I hit the tip I focus on just sucking there for a few seconds before dropping back down.  I know he is about to cum because he roughly grabs the back of my head and begins to fuck my face.

“Relax, babe.  Stop fighting it.  You can be a good girl and take all of me, right?”

I am gagging, but I nod anyway.  I focus on trying to breathe as he hits me in the back of the throat repeatedly.  I look up at him with glossy eyes.  He makes eye contact, moaning out as he shoots his load down the back of my throat.  Usually I would just let it end here, but I keep sucking on him, until I can feel him hardening in my mouth again.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs,” he commands.

I never thought I would like this, but something about being dominated in the bedroom is incredibly sexy.  He grabs the wand I bought, turning it on.  The sound already has me aching between the legs.  He places the toy against my pussy, rubbing it up and down my slit.

“Play with your tits for me, baby.”

I listen, sliding my hands up and grabbing both my tits.  The lace from the lingerie adds a little more friction, making my nipples harden even faster.  It’s insanely stimulating, feeling the lace on my nipples.  Then the toy hits my clit.  He rubs it in circles before sliding two fingers inside me, while using the toy to get my clit.  It doesn’t take long before I am cumming on his fingers, thanks to the added stimulation of the toy and the lace.

Zane reaches up and begins sliding my outfit off of me, taking his time to let the lace rub down my body.  I am breathing heavily at this point.  I am so turned on, all I want is him.  He lines up with my entrance and enters slowly, sliding in and out, just barely.

“Please, I am begging you,” I plead.

With that, he slams into me fully.  I knew I just needed to beg for it.  The sex isn’t anything different, but because of the extremely erotic foreplay, the sex feels unlike anything else.  I feel closer to him.  There is something about giving your body to someone sexually, trusting them to not cross the line, that makes your trust for them grow in many ways.  When we climax together, Zane takes my lips with his, kissing me as we ride out the high together. With my pussy clenching around him,  I can feel the warmth of his cum.

He carries me to the shower and proceeds to wash my hair and body for me, taking extra care when he washes my pussy, knowing I am sore.  He showers himself quickly while I get out and dry off.

Getting out, he brushes my hair for me and puts it in a loose braid.  Then he cleans up the room, putting all the stuff into the nightstand after he cleans it.  He climbs into bed, holding me from behind.  It’s hard to imagine the man who just washed me, brushed and braided my hair, is capable of being so dirty, but I loved every minute.  It’s not long before we both fall asleep.

I wake up in the morning to an empty bed.  I head to the kitchen and find Z finishing up with cooking breakfast.

“Morning, beautiful,” he says when he spots me.

“Hey, babe, you let me sleep in?”  I walk over, giving him a kiss.

He lifts me onto the counter.

“Yes, I did babe, you needed it.”  And he kisses me.

It quickly turns into making out with me moaning into his mouth.  I can feel him hardening between my legs.  I reach down, pulling my underwear to the side.  He looks down before quickly sliding his pants down.  He pulls me to the edge of the counter, picking me up and guiding himself into me.  He fucks me against the counter before walking us to the couch, bending me over the arm rest.  He wraps an arm around and starts rubbing my clit until we both cum.

“Go get ready for breakfast, babe” he says, and he pulls his shorts up, drops a kiss on my lips, and heads to the kitchen.

We sit at the table and talk about our plans to go to Thanksgiving at Penny’s with their parents.  I am super nervous to meet them, but Zane seems confident they will love me.  Then we are all going to his game Saturday together.

“Last night was amazing, babe, and so was this morning,” he tells me between bites.

“It was great for me too.  I didn’t know how much I would enjoy some of that stuff.”  I smile sheepishly.

Then we finish our breakfast and spend the day watching movies.

The week flies by between work and Zane’s busy schedule of practice and classes.  I have been staying at his house for three weeks now.  I am excited that it’s Thanksgiving Day, so I can spend some time with Zane without work or practice getting in the way.  But last night I brought up that I should probably start staying at my place again after tonight’s Thanksgiving dinner.  Zane seemed kind of hurt but he understood that we should get back into a routine.

I get dressed in a burnt orange dress that falls right at my knees and pair it with some brown booties.  I wear my hair in curls with the front twisted and pinned back.  I put on light makeup, accentuating my eyes.  I try and keep my look simple and sophisticated.  I am so stressed about meeting his parents. The drive is quick, not giving me much time to mentally prepare.

Penny’s house is a cute two-story in a little neighborhood near the school she works at.  We bring some flowers and wine for dinner.  Penny opens the door, ignoring Zane, and pulling me into a hug.

“Ok, don’t suffocate her, Pen,” Zane tells her, chuckling.

Hugging Zane, she then invites us inside.  Zane’s mom is beautiful.  She’s tall with long strawberry-blonde hair and hazel eyes.  His dad is tall with short blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes.  They take turns pulling me into a hug, making me feel so comfortable.

We spend the dinner talking, all of us exchanging stories of Zane.  I learn about his obsession with Pokémon as a kid.  Or how he was convinced he would marry a Disney princess.  I laughed about how Penny was the better skater for a while when they were younger, and Zane would pout over it.  I laugh because Luke would do the same thing.  I hear stories of him trying to sneak a girl in one night and getting caught.  The conversation switches to me.

I tell them about growing up with my siblings and tell my share of funny stories.  They are super supportive of my job and let me know they watch the content I post.  Of course, they are biased and believe that the Zane content is best.  They gush over the Instagram posts we have made about each other.  I am so excited to go to the game together.  All my worries are gone.

I go to clean up the kitchen, giving Zane time with his parents, and Penny follows me in.

“So Fi, how long have you been in love with my brother?” she asks me, looking curious.

I almost choke on my spit.  “Um, what?  I don’t know what you uh.. mean.  We haven’t said..  I haven’t said…  um…”  I stumble over my words.

“You don’t have to say anything, girl.  You look at him like he hung the moon for you.  You may not have realized it yet, but you love him.  He loves you, but he will wait until he thinks you’re ready.  I can see it in his face and the way he is around you,” she says confidentially.

“Oh, I am not sure, Penny,” I say.

She hugs me.  “It’s okay, I love you for him.  You are the best girl to ever enter his life.  Let’s get dinner soon, just us,” she says.  With that, we clean the kitchen, then move to the living room for the rest of the night.

On the drive home, I get lost in my thoughts, thinking of what Penny says.  Once back at the apartment, I tell Zane I am going to shower, and I rush off.  The last guy I loved broke me into a thousand little pieces.  He destroyed me on purpose, and I am afraid of being vulnerable again.  But if I take the fear away, I know I love him.  I know I will spend the rest of my life with him if he allows me.  I don’t know why that word is sending me into a spiral.

After my shower, I climb into bed. “Sunshine, are you okay?  My parents love you, if that’s why you are upset,” he tells me. “I’m fine, just tired,” I tell him, leaning up to kiss him before laying down to sleep.  I know I’m being a coward, but I just need to think.

In the morning I feel a little better.  Zane and I make out some and enjoy snuggling before we head to the rink.  All my content is edited, but I need to get a plan started for next week.

My day flies by with me focusing on working on next week’s stuff.  Heading back to my apartment, I spot Lucy on the couch.

“Hey stranger, how was Thanksgiving?” she asks.

“It was amazing!  I love them, but Penny asked if I love Zane, and now I am spiraling and pushing him away.  I can’t help myself because I know I love him.  I am just afraid of being hurt again.  And if I am being honest, I don’t want to stay here, I want to be there sleeping in his bed.”

I start crying, all of my emotions flooding in.

“Oh, honey.  It’s okay to be afraid, but don’t ruin things with him over fear.  Did he tell you to leave?  If not, then go back there.  Be with him.  Show him you want him even if you aren’t ready to verbalize it,” she tells me.

I cry for a little longer, then I pack a bag with even more clothes for longer.  I am terrified as I leave my apartment and head to Zane’s.

I use the key to go inside.

“Fiona?” he calls out.

“Hi, Zane,” I say sheepishly.

“What’s wrong, babe?  I’m glad you are here but what’s wrong?  I thought you wanted space,” he tells me.

I run and jump in his arms, and he catches me.  He always catches me, he always will.  I start to cry into his shoulder, he rubs my back until the tears start to stop.

“I am here babe when you are ready to tell me why you are so upset,” he whispers as he rubs my back.  I finally get my composure, but I stay in his lap for the support and comfort.

“So, Zane, just let me tell you everything before you interrupt, okay?” I tell him.

“Ok babe, you are scaring me.  Just tell me,” he says.

“I never wanted to leave, I just didn’t want to force my presence on you.  I also realized I am not ready to say certain things, but I do feel them.  I have really strong feelings for you and I don’t want to lose you, but I can’t get myself to say that four-letter word.  I don’t know how you feel or how you want to move forward.  If you want me to only spend a few days a week here or back to just Sundays.  But I want to stop running and make these decisions together.  I love your family, and I just wanted to also tell you that.  I probably should have called before showing up, but here I am.”

“Are you done?” he asks calmly.

“Yes,” I tell him.

“Good, my turn to spill my feelings.  I have huge feelings for you.  About you staying here – I was hurt when you said you were leaving to stay at your place, because to me, this is your home.  What happened to you that night, when Nicole drugged you, showed me that without a doubt I want to be with you.  I didn’t ask you to move in because I didn’t want to scare you off.  Also – never feel like you need to call to come here.  In my mind this is OUR place.  I know we just got together in early September, but I fell hard and fast,” he confesses.

He didn’t want me to leave.  He has strong feelings, too.  He fell for me hard and fast.  I never needed to be scared; he was always going to catch me when I fell.  We head to bed shortly after the confession with us both having to report to the rink early. I  sleep so well after getting all those feelings off my chest.

The next morning, I get dressed for the game in a jersey and cute jeans with my hair in two space buns that I braided back.  I put on my makeup and tell Zane bye, then run out the door.  I see my brother show up early to talk to Coach, but we spend a few minutes catching up.  I set up the tripod to record entrances and I hang out, tossing candies and snacks to players.

When Zane arrives, he stops short of me and digs in his bag.  I assume for Airheads, but when he walks up he doesn’t toss me anything.

“Missing something, sunshine?” he asks. “No?” I say, confused. He pulls out a paint pen. “My number?” he says. I laugh.  “How could I forget?” I say and turn my cheek and let him add it.  He gives me a kiss, then hands me an Airhead. “See you later babe,” he winks.

I find his family easily up against the glass by the team.  The glass seats are perks for family members of players.  They don’t show Zane’s pregame routine of skating to me, so I am interested to see if he does it in front of his family.

As the team skates out, Luke comes by first and we fist bump through the glass.  His family knows him already, not making me have to explain anything.  When Z enters the ice, he comes right to us.  He bangs the glass, then tosses the usual Airhead over.  I smile, he slides his glove off, putting his hand against the glass and I put my hand up against it.  He then looks over and waves to his family before skating off.

Penny gives me a knowing look and his mom says, “That was the cutest thing I have ever seen!  I heard he did that but it was different to see. You are his calm before the storm. His penalty points are even down this season.” I smile.

The game goes well.  Zane ends up in the box once for a minor penalty in the first period and he nods, letting me know he’s good.  His dad notices, bringing it to everyone’s attention. “He looks at you to reassure you he’s okay.  That’s really sweet,” he smiles.

Zane skates his best, maybe because his family is there, but I am super proud.  He really showed off with his skills on the ice.  He manages to stay out of the penalty box – outside of that one during the first period – for the rest of the game.  He even has an assist to Luke for a goal, which is super exciting for his parents.  It is so cute the way they cheer for him against the boards when he is close.

They win the game 2-1, and the boys meet us outside, where his parents take some time to congratulate everyone.  They are really the sweetest people ever.  We head to a group dinner with Luke and Stuntz joining us.

We all enjoy tacos for dinner. The guys exchange their favorite moments from the game.  Zane sneaks some little kisses to me.  It’s really sweet.  Penny takes a picture with the guys so she can brag to her students about her future NHL brother and friends.  It was nice and I am so lucky to be here with them.