Need Your Number: Tampa Thunder Series

I am not sure what was going on with Fiona last night, but I could tell something was off.  I hate seeing her like that.  I know her ex did a number on her emotionally.  I am trying my hardest to show her that there is a life that doesn’t involve being controlled by someone else, outside of the bedroom, but she loves that.  If she didn’t, I would stop.  I think she likes being able to give me control of her body, knowing I respect her and the minute she says stop, I will.  I don’t want her scared or upset – ever.  I am going to wait until the holidays are over, but I am going to tell her I love her.

Not playing has been super boring for me, but I am getting lots of studying done.  My four finals are next week.  I will be done by Wednesday, though, giving me time to get some extra practices in before I am back, playing at the away game.  I only have three classes next quarter; I am almost done with this degree.  I delayed entering the draft so I could finish school like my parents requested.  Hockey is different than other sports, because you can be drafted before college.  I regret not drafting and signing with someone before I started school, but it’s too late now.

I focus on cleaning up the apartment before I head to the rink for dryland. I am happy that they are at least letting me do some stuff.  My staples come out tomorrow morning before the game.  Then I will be cleared to go back on the ice.  My team has been supportive and the trainers have been checking on me after the gym to see how my head has been feeling.  So far, so good on that front.

I need to finish getting stuff for Fiona’s Christmas gift together.  That is where my mind is at my whole drive to the rink.  Christmas with the Campbells.  I have met them, but only as Luke’s teammate and friend.  This is different and it’s Christmastime, so it just feels special and overwhelming.  I know Fiona was stressed meeting my parents, but she wasn’t best friends with my sibling before.

Dryland is tough, with today’s focus being on speed and agility.  The guys worked hard, though.  I make sure to remind them they performed well.  I also let them know it will pay off during the championships.  Luke, Davis, Stuntz, and I need a championship win to put ourselves in the good graces of the teams we want to be drafted to.  I know that the scouts have been watching all season but the next four games leading to the playoffs seem extra important.  In hockey you need to be ready as a team.  You can’t win with just a few people playing at their best.

After practice, I head to finish up the things I need for Fiona’s gift, since it was on my mind from earlier.  When I finally get home, she has dinner cooked and is watching her vampire show.  We eat dinner and then I head to shower shortly after.

While I am showering I hear something, and when I look towards the door I see Fiona stripping down.

“Room for two?” she asks.

“Always for you,” I tell her.

Stepping in, she immediately drops to her knees.  She begins stroking me before taking me in her mouth.  The feeling of her warm mouth taking me inch by inch, combined with the warm shower beating down on my back, I am already close.  I focus on not cumming early.

She cups my balls as she gags.  Those beautiful green eyes staring up at me as I hear the sounds of her sucking my cock.

“You like choking on my dick, baby girl?” I ask her, grabbing onto a fistful of hair, pushing further into her mouth.

I hear her try and murmur a yes.

“Be a good girl and make me cum, and I will reward you,” I tell her, and begin fucking her face.

She usually loves to swallow, but I pull out this time and shoot my cum all over her chest, careful to avoid her face, out of respect.

“You look amazing coated in my seed, baby girl.  Now let’s clean you up so I can give you your reward,” I tell her, as I begin helping her wash off.

I follow her to the bedroom, spanking her right as she reaches the bed.

“Lay down and spread those legs,” I tell her.

I kneel down as I stare at her pretty pink pussy.  I can tell she is already wet.  I sprinkle little kisses on her inner thighs until she is wiggling, trying to get me to kiss her clit.  I laugh as I press my face against her slit.  It must feel good, because she moans.  I blow lightly on her and she shivers.  Sliding two fingers into her, I begin to work her with just my fingers.  Her moans are all the motivation I need to keep going.  As she relaxes, enjoying just the fingers, I start sucking on her clit.  I lick up and down before coming back up and twirling my tongue around her clit lightly.  Some men think you just lick it fast, but that’s not the key.  You need to use good pressure, alternating with sucking and licking.  It’s not a button you just press on.

She grabs my hair.  I know she is about to cum.

“You are being such a good girl by waiting for permission.  Go ahead, babe, cum on my face,” I murmur into her pussy.  A few seconds later, she is orgasming.

We both have an early day, so I clean her up and she puts on one of my shirts and her cute cheeky underwear that drives me wild before she goes to bed.

I wake up to her peppering kisses down the V on my stomach.  God, I love waking up with her.  I pull my cock out, wasting no time.  I guide her on to me, sliding her panties to the side.  I slip a finger inside.  Of course she is already wet.  I guide myself inside her.  She rides me like her life depends on it.  We cum quickly and both hop in the shower.

“Thanks for starting my day out amazing, babe,” I tell her, kissing her head as she does her makeup. “I know you won’t be fucking anything up on the ice today, so I figured you could fuck me before you head out,” she tells me, winking.  Damn, this woman is something else.

She looks gorgeous in a yellow Penguins long sleeve shirt and navy bell bottom jeans, paired with yellow Converse.  Her hair is down in curls, and she pins the front back.  Her love for Converse and bell bottoms makes me smile.  I love her 1970ish style she has.  She kisses me before heading out.

I get dressed and decide to do something different this week.  I hope it will make her smile when she sees.  I run out to the store before I head to the rink.

She smiles when she sees me.  Then I see her fully take in my outfit; I am in a navy suit with a yellow tie and yellow Converse.  I bought them on the way to the rink, so I was lucky they had my size in this color.

Walking up, I toss her an Airhead and kiss her.  I can see the tears in her eyes. “Happy tears?” I ask. “Absolutely!  This was so nice; most people make fun of my love for Converse, but here you are, embracing it and even rocking them yourself.  On a game day of all days, knowing we would get it on camera,” she says tearfully, adding in, “Thank you, Z.”

I smile and reassure her I love everything about her style before I head to the locker room.

“Dude, are you serious?” Luke asks, seeing me come in.

“Fuck off, dude.  Your sister gets self-conscious about her Converse because some people – I wonder who – give her shit.  All I am doing is supporting her and showing her I love her, no matter what she wears,” I say.

Then I catch myself.  “I love her style, I mean.”

Luke looks at me knowingly.  “Just fucking tell her, dude.  I know you were waiting, but damn, you are going to slip up soon, so you need to just do it.”

I roll my eyes and let him know that I plan to once the stress of the holidays are over.

The game goes well.  I spend time encouraging everyone on the bench.  Since I wasn’t on the ice, I had the starts skate over and each toss Fi an Airhead.  They all love her, so they were more than willing to help keep up the tradition.  Not seeing her in my number hurts, though.  I didn’t realize how much I love that – people knowing she is mine.  My girl in my number, but I am not playing, so I know that’s why she gave her skin a break from the face paint.

We end up winning again.  With three games left of regular season – one next week and two in January – we have a chance of entering the playoffs without any losses.  That would be a school first; our hockey team has never entered the playoffs undefeated.  I walk out with the team and barely register that Fiona is running to me before she is jumping in my arms, kissing me.

“GUESS WHAT, Z?” she exclaims.

“What, babe?” I ask.

“Coach pulled me aside, every home game has been sold out so far, and the January home game just sold its last ticket!  I have done what I was supposed to when I started this internship.  He is setting up my interview with the Tampa Thunder for January after the regular season ends!” she tells me.

“Babe, that is amazing!  You worked so hard, and you deserve this!  I am so freaking proud of you!” I say, spinning her in a small circle.

We head home and celebrate with sex against almost every surface of our apartment before we pass out.  Waking up in the morning, I find clothes all over the house.  I laugh and start to get hard thinking about the activities last night.  It was amazing, but I need to cook breakfast and start my day of cramming for finals.

Halfway through the day, Fiona runs out to help her mom with Christmas stuff while I study.  By the time she returns it’s late and we are both ready for bed.  We lay in bed, cuddling, talking about the upcoming week.  Finals, getting back on the ice tomorrow, the away game.  She is going to meet the girl taking over her lease at the away game watch party at Slapshots.  Then we fall asleep.

Waking up, I need to get ready quick if I want coffee before my final today.  I kiss Fiona on my way out the door.

The final goes well, I think.  I am glad it’s over, though.  I have two tomorrow and one on Wednesday.  I head over to the rink, eager to get back on the ice.  I stop to see Fiona on my way.  She tosses me an Airhead, wishing me luck back out there.  I arrived early to check in with Stuntz but accidently use that time making out with Fiona against the glass in her office.

Rushing down to get ready for practice, I am looked over by the team trainer, who removed my staples Saturday in the locker room before the game.  All is good, and I step out on the ice.  I look up at Fiona’s office.  I know she is watching.  It’s like I can feel her support radiating through me.  It must work because that’s one of the best on-ice practices I have had in forever.

Fiona beats me home and starts cooking dinner.  She helps me study with some flashcards I made before she moves onto some stuff she needs to get ready to help the soccer team this week.  We don’t stay up too late with both of us having early days.

Waking up today, knowing it’s Tuesday, means I have two finals, which sucks.  I rush out the door as Fiona is leaving to meet the soccer team.  We exchange good lucks to each other before we kiss goodbye.

Both finals go really well.  I didn’t struggle at all.  One more to go and this semester is over!  I waste no time heading to the rink, wanting to get in some extra time alone so I can work on my agility and mobility.  I was only out a week, but my legs can feel the difference.  I am not used to going more than two days without skating at all.  Even in off season I skate almost every day, if not every single day.

Practice flies by and soon enough I am heading home.  I beat Fiona home, so I cook us some dinner.  We eat together, then I study while she does some editing on the couch and watches a different vampire show.  How many vampire shows are there in the streaming world?  It must be a lot, I guess.

I stay up late cramming, but end up finally going to bed around 3 A.M.  Wednesday morning comes too quick.  Luckily, I am not rushing since this final is a little later in the morning.  Fiona is gone before I wake up, though, but she left a note that she would be on the soccer fields and that she wishes me luck, and knows I will do great.

Four hours after I wake up, I am finished with my fall semester.  Finals are done!  I shoot a text to Fiona letting her know I was officially done.  I am so happy to be finished!  I will spend the next two days prepping for our away game.  Coach said I can come in for extra ice time whenever I want this week.  I head to the rink now, so I can prepare before practice.