Right Man, Right Time

Silas: What are you up to?

Ollie: I’m in class right now, pretending to take notes on my computer. In reality, I’m texting you and looking through an article about the type of training you do.

Silas: Why read an article when you can ask me?

Ollie: I can’t just have one source. It’s good to have multiple. Also, I’m bored out of my mind and didn’t know what you were doing, so this was an easy thing to do to keep my mind sharp.

Silas: Keeping your mind sharp should include paying attention in class.

Ollie: Uh-huh, and how often did you pay attention?

Silas: Often enough.

Ollie: For some reason, I don’t buy it. I feel like you fucked around a lot.

Silas: Nah, I liked learning about muscles and shit. It was the gen-ed classes that nearly destroyed me.

Ollie: A waste of time if you ask me. No geography class would convince me to change my major. That’s for damn sure.

Silas: It was English lit for me.

Ollie: Was it because they weren’t reading Harry Potter?

Silas: Pretty much.

Ollie: What are you doing?

Silas: Just got done warming up my legs. Now watching Posey eat a bologna sandwich, and I’m utterly disgusted.

Ollie: I think he needs a woman.

Silas: I think there might be one, but I can’t be sure. Ever since the bar, he’s been a bit off.

Ollie: You mean “oye, my dick” off?

Silas: I’m so fucking glad I told you that was Posey.

Ollie: I’m still on the fence about that.

“HOW ARE THINGS WITH OLLIE?” Pacey asks quietly as we sit on the bus, heading back to our hotel. We’re staying an extra night in Vegas, then traveling to Arizona tomorrow morning.

“Good. I, uh, I told her everything that happened with Sarah.”

“How did she handle it?”

“Really well. It felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders.”

“So you feel better? You’re going for it?”

My phone buzzes in my hand with a text message from her.

“Yeah. She makes me feel good. She oddly makes me feel whole.”

“That’s good, man,” Pacey says. “I can feel your relief. I feel like you’ve been carrying around this heavy weight for the past few years, and now it seems like you’re not alone in carrying it.”

“I’m not,” I say as I glance down at her text.

Ollie: Congrats on the win. Call me when you get to the hotel.

“DO YOU ALWAYS WIN THIS MUCH?” Ollie asks as she lies in front of her phone. She told me she got a tripod to hold her phone so she doesn’t have to hold it while she talks to me. And from the view I have down her sports bra, I agree it was an amazing purchase.

“We’re champions, babe. That’s what we do.”

“Ooo, look at you all cocky.”

“You have to be, or else you’re eaten alive out there on the ice.”

“This might be a stupid question, but have you gotten in any fights?”

“More than I can probably remember. It always happens. Tension runs high during games, and hockey is already a physical sport.”

“Well, I don’t like that. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“To get hurt, you have to lose the fight. I don’t lose.”

“You’re oddly turning me on.”

“Yeah?” I ask with a lift of my brow.

“Yeah, but it could also be from sitting here, staring at you without a shirt on. Seriously, Silas, your body is incredible.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“And I haven’t been able to properly explore it the way that I want to.” She playfully pouts.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” she says in an accusing tone. “If you had opened up a little sooner, you’d already know what it feels like to be inside me.”

“Babe, don’t torture me.”

“You realize I love sex, right? I love the feeling of an orgasm, and I haven’t had many delivered by men. Yonny is the only other guy who’s been inside me. And he wasn’t super into anything, not even my mouth.”

“I would give up my entire savings to have your mouth on my cock right now.”

“Me too,” she says while she wets her lips. “God, I’m so on edge right now. I need you, Silas.” She sits up and lifts her sports bra over her head, revealing her tits.

“Fuck . . . me,” I say, my dick growing hard in seconds.

“Nothing feels right when you’re not here.” She grips her breasts and pinches her nipples. “Nothing feels the same. Now that I know what it feels like when you give me an orgasm, I can’t even do it properly for myself.”

“Do you need some help?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Then strip. Strip down to nothing and spread your legs in front of the camera. I want to see that wet cunt.”

“God,” she moans as she strips out of her sweatpants and then rests on a pillow and angles her body so I can see her face, her sexy tits, and her pussy. Her legs are completely spread.

“Babe, that’s so fucking hot.”

“Tell me what to do, please. Make me come, Silas.”

Seeing how much she needs it, how much we both need it, I say, “I want you to glide your fingers up and down your body and around your breasts without touching your nipples.” When she starts moving her hands, I say, “Just like that, baby. Slower, I want you to feel how soft your skin is.”

“I want it to be you touching me.”

“Soon, Ollie, but just pretend it’s me. Know how much I want those tits in my mouth, how I want to suck, squeeze, and pinch them. I want to lick them, bring them into my mouth, and spend hours worshipping them.” Her breath grows rapid. “Glide your fingers closer to your pussy, tease yourself the way I’d tease you. Get close to your slit but don’t touch yourself.”

Her hand lowers and, when she gets close enough, her pelvis lifts. “Don’t fucking touch that cunt. It’s mine.” She groans and drags her hand back up her body. “That’s it, baby, I’ll let you know when you can touch yourself.”

“Don’t make me wait.”

“Don’t tell me how to make you come,” I snap.

Her teeth roll over her bottom lip, and a slight smirk passes over that beautiful mouth of hers.

“Spread your legs more.” When she does, I say, “Run your fingers along your inner thighs. But don’t touch your pussy.”

She brings her hands down to her thighs, her fingers dragging over her velvet skin.

“Make circles so close to your pussy that you can feel yourself get wetter and wetter with each pass.”

Her nipples pucker, and her body starts to tighten as she looks for that touch.

“Fuck, you make me so hard,” I say as I slide my briefs down and grip my cock.

“Let me see,” she says, looking up at the phone.

I point the phone at my erection, and she moans as her fingers slide close to her pussy.

“Don’t fucking touch yourself, Ollie.”

“I’m not,” she says, her voice distressed.

“Then lay your hands by your side.”

“Silas, please.”

“Do it.”

She releases herself and just lies there, stark naked, legs spread.

“Fuck, just look at you. I wish I was there, eating that wet pussy. Sucking on your clit, driving my dick so hard inside you that you can practically taste my cum in the back of your throat.”

Her chest rises and falls, her hands itch at her side, and she wets her lips.

“Silas, I need more.”

I pump at my cock. “Pinch your nipples, baby. Make yourself moan.”

Her hands go straight to her breasts, and she plays with them, moaning, saying my name, calling out with every pinch. My cock grows thicker in my hand.

“My dick is so hard, Ollie. Shit . . .” I pump harder. “Finger yourself. I need to see you pleasure yourself.”

“Finally,” she says as she slides two fingers against her clit, and she starts making small circles. “Oh fuck,” she yells. “Silas, I’m so wet. Oh my God.”

“That’s it, baby, keep up the pace. I need you to match my strokes. Pinch your nipple too. I want you to mark yourself.” My hand is frantic on my dick now, precum sliding down the side. “Jesus, I’m right there.”

“Me too. Oh fuck, Silas . . . oh my God.” Her body tenses, her legs fall open even more, and her hand moves so fast that it sends a hot wave of heat over me as I watch Ollie pleasure herself. It’s such a goddamn turn-on that in seconds, my cock swells, and my chest fills with a sense of euphoria.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I say right before I fall over the edge, my cum traveling up my stomach.

“Me . . . too,” she says. I watch her entire body spasm as her body shudders with pleasure. “Silas,” she says. My name coming from her mouth sounds so sweet.

When she finally catches her breath and looks up at me, she has a semi-satisfied look on her face. “I want you, Silas, when you get home. I need you.”

“I need the same thing,” I say.

She sits up and takes the phone in her hand, bringing it so only her beautiful face is in view. “Will you take me out on a date?”

“I will.”

“Will you let me sleep over at your place?”

“It will be a requirement.”

She smiles. “Is this what it’s going to be like? When you’re gone, this is what we do?”

“I sure as fuck hope so,” I answer.

“Good, because I can manage this.”

BAG AT MY SIDE, I roll it off the elevator and toward my apartment. We had a two-game stint out on the road, which is nice, starting off easy. We remain undefeated, which is an even better start to the season than prior seasons. It seems as though we’re all clicking on the ice, and Coach is very happy about it.

On the flight home, I saw Posey sitting in anguish, and I tried to ask him what was going on, but he wouldn’t say anything. I wonder if that’s why he got in a fight during our game. Something must be bothering him, but none of us can tell what it is.

I’m sure he’ll speak soon. He always does.

When I reach my apartment door, I unlock it and then swing it open, only to find Ollie sitting on the couch, watching TV. When her head whips around to look at me, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen greets me.

This.

This is what I’ve missed.

Coming home to someone. Someone eager to see me.

I set my bag to the side and shut the door just as she comes running up to me. She leaps into my arms, wraps her legs around my waist, and plasters her lips to mine.

Probably the best welcome home I’ve ever received. “Oh my God, you smell good,” she says as her lips move across mine. “I missed you.”

I spin us around and pin her against the door. “I missed you too,” I say, running my hand through her hair as my lips move over hers. “Fuck, I missed you.”

She releases me and pulls my shirt that she’s wearing over her head, leaving her completely bare up top.

“Hell,” I mutter as I grip her breast tightly in my palm. “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”

“I need you, too.”

So with my girl in my arms, I walk us back to my bedroom, and I lay her on top of my bed, then reach for her sweats and pull them down, revealing a tiny black thong. I tear it right off her and then strip out of my hoodie and shirt and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes fall over my chest as her hand goes between her legs, where she starts massaging herself.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she answers.

“Can I fuck you bare?”

Her voice catches in her throat, and she nods. “Y-Yes.”

My spine tingles with anticipation, and I shed my jeans and socks, only to sit on the edge of the bed and lie all the way back, my cock stretching up my stomach.

“Ride me,” I say. “But don’t let me penetrate you. I want to see just how slick that pussy is.” I scoot back toward the headboard as she straddles my legs. I take her tits in my hands as she lowers her pussy over my cock. “Ride those piercings, baby.”

Her eyes turn hungry. She connects her body to mine, and her head falls back in ecstasy as she slowly moves her slick center over my cock.

“Oh my God, Silas, this feels . . . this feels incredible.”

“You feel incredible,” I say as she falls forward. Bringing her breast into my mouth, I focus on her areola and nipple, swirling around them with my tongue, flicking and then nibbling just enough that she sucks in a sharp breath of air. With my hand, I do the same thing to her other breast as she continues to rock on me.

“I can come just like this,” she says, her hands falling to my chest, her pelvis lifting just slightly to get a better angle. “Fuck, I’m already close.”

“Then come. Use me, fuck me like this. Make your voice hoarse.”

Her lips roll together, her eyes squeeze shut, and her pace picks up, her thrusts becoming harder, deeper. So aroused, so wet, she doesn’t stop. Her body flushes, her stomach hollows out, and I watch as she tightens only to let loose.

“Fuck!” she yells as her body undulates over mine, over and over again, riding her orgasm out until there is nothing left to take, and then she collapses on top of me. I roll her over to her back and lower my head between her legs where I press my tongue to her nub, causing her to jerk in response. I press again, seeing how sensitive she is, and when she widens her legs, I flick my tongue against her clit. She moans, her back arching, her arm falling over her eyes as her body twists and writhes. “I can’t, I can’t come again.”

“Relax, baby,” I say, and she loosens up. I take that moment to drag my tongue slowly over her slit. Once, twice, three times.

Her breath catches.

Her mouth falls open.

And in seconds, she’s falling apart against my tongue as well, her moans creating such need that when she’s fully sated, I flip her over to her stomach, take a pillow, and shove it under her pelvis to keep her propped up.

I smooth my hand over her tight ass and give it a hard slap, loving the way she moans and the echo of her skin filling the air.

“Your ass is perfect,” I say, sliding my fingers down her crack. “Have you ever been fucked here?”

She shakes her head. “N-No.”

“You will be,” I say, slapping her ass again. “Now that you’re mine . . . your entire body is mine to fuck with. Got it?”

“Yes,” she says as her hands curl into the comforter.

“But I need this pussy.”

I move my thumb over her arousal, swirling it around her entrance, and position my cock where I want it. I’m so goddamn ready for this that I can’t take a breath before I start sliding inside.

“Fuck, this pretty pink hole is so goddamn tight.” I pause, catching my breath. “Babe . . .”

She feels like a virgin. I can barely get myself inside.

“I need you to relax.”

“I am relaxed,” she says. “Just push, Silas. I’m fine, I promise.”

Gritting my teeth, I push in harder and slide in a few inches. “Mother . . . fucker,” I grind out, my cock ready to explode from how tight and warm she is.

“More,” she says, bucking her hips against me.

I can’t deny her what she wants, so I push deeper into her until I bottom out, fully inside.

“Jesus, are you okay?” I ask, feeling lightheaded, fucking dizzy from the grip she has on me.

“I’m so perfect,” she answers and starts moving her hips.

“Babe, don’t move. Please . . . fuck.” She moves her pelvis, and I match the thrust because I’m so desperate for the warmth, for the friction. “I won’t last.”

Nope.

I’m going to come in less than thirty seconds.

“I’m sorry,” I say as I grip her hips and start pumping. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I can’t control myself. I can’t stop. I pump harder and harder, thrusting so fast that I start to black out. The grip her pussy has on my cock is so intense that I can’t fucking see straight.

I lose all sense of everything around me. All I seek is my pleasure. This release I need.

I thrust.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

I’m pounding so hard, and our skin slaps together so loud, I swear to God my neighbors can hear us.

“I’m there, oh shit, I’m right there,” I groan. Blackness crowds my vision, a rocket of pleasure shoots right up my spine and explodes straight out of my cock. “Uhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck.” I still, holding her hips. I come inside her, just as her pussy spasms around me, and she comes for the third time, making my orgasm last longer. I can’t fucking breathe.

I fall off to the side and feel my chest heave as I try to catch my breath. Slowly, my vision comes back just in time to see Ollie lying on top of me. My hands go around her, and I pull her in tight.

“Never in my life have I ever come that hard,” I say.

“Me . . . neither. Or that much.” She kisses my chin and then my cheek, my nose, and then my mouth. I part my lips and allow her to make out with me for a few seconds before she releases me and rests her head on my chest. “Silas?”

“Hmm?” I ask, stroking her back.

“I think you just ruined me for all men.”

“Good.” And then I add, “See what happens when you fuck a real man?”

She chuckles. “I can admit when I’ve been proven wrong. Dating an older man is so much better.”

“Damn right, babe.”

“ARE you really cooking me breakfast, or am I imagining this?” Ollie asks, coming up behind me and kissing my bare back while her hands rest on my hips.

“I hope you like omelets.”

“Love them,” she says as I turn off the stovetop and turn to face her.

She’s wearing one of my shirts, and it looks so good on her. I truly wonder how I got this lucky to call her mine.

I lift her chin up and say, “Morning.”

“Good morning.” Her hands go around me and dip under the waistband of my briefs, where she grips my ass.

“You’re going to make me hard.”

“Good.”

“Breakfast first, then I’ll fuck you.”

“Fine, but eat fast.”

I chuckle and then remove her hands from my ass. “Grab us coffee from the pot.”

She looks over at the coffee maker and says, “For a man who has all this money, I’m surprised you don’t have a fancier machine.”

“No need when I like it black,” I answer. “Don’t worry, there’s creamer and shit in the fridge for you.”

“Aw, did you get that just for me?”

“I did,” I answer.

She pulls two mugs off the tree mug stand next to the coffee maker and then fills them up. She then goes to the fridge, where she pauses for a moment. “Silas, there are five different creamers in here.”

“I didn’t know what you would like.”

“When did you get them?”

“This morning,” I answer as I put the very large omelet on the plate and then split it in half. I serve her the other half and then grab the whole wheat toast from the toaster and spread butter over both slices. Together, we take the plates, silverware, and cups to the table. I sit and then tug on her hand to sit on my lap.

“You know, there is a perfectly good chair right over there,” she says as I kiss her neck.

“I know, but I’ve been jealous of watching my friends sit with their girls like this. It’s my fucking turn.”

She loops her arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. “That’s actually really cute.”

I smooth my hand over her thigh and pick up my fork. “You know, I don’t think I ever thanked you.”

“For what? Making you blackout when I sucked you off last night?”

I lightly laugh. “No, not that, but this mouth”—I lightly kiss her—“it’s fucking sinful.”

“Thank you.”

“But that’s not what I was talking about.” I rub her thigh gently. “Thank you for being patient with me. I still have a lot to work out in my head, but I appreciate you not getting frustrated with me.”

“Like I said”—she drags her thumb over my lip—“you’re worth it, Silas.”

I nip at her lips, and she smiles, returning the kiss before turning back to her breakfast. “So I have a lot of things I want to do with you.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“Well, first of all, I want to try my vibrator on you. I also have this cock ring I’ve been eyeing that I want to strap you in. Also, how do you feel about some light bondage?”

I chuckle. “Jesus, Ollie, I thought you were talking about like regular activities.”

“Are cock rings not regular activities?”

“No.” I laugh some more and then kiss her shoulder. “But I’m game for whatever you want.”

“Really?”

“Really. Just don’t hurt me. I still have to play hockey. If my balls are beaten up and bruised, I’m going to have a hell of a time skating.”

“I love your balls. I would never hurt them.”

“Well, that’s not something I’ve ever heard.”

“Because my predecessor didn’t know how to appreciate her man.” She kisses my chest and draws her hand down on my balls where she lightly cups them. I breathe out a deep sigh, so fucking content as she handles me. “Do you get waxed?”

“Yeah,” I answer.

“I thought so, I’ve never seen them hairless like that, and I feel like I couldn’t get enough of them in my mouth last night.”

“Yeah, I could tell.”

She scoops up some egg and then says, “Can I ask you something, and I’m not asking to get praise or anything like that, just genuinely curious?”

“Sure.”

“Well, Yonny never truly liked getting his dick sucked, and I don’t know why. He didn’t like sex that much in general, and I always thought that was weird. Do you think that has anything to do with my . . . rather aggressive technique?”

“Fuck . . . no,” I answer. “That was all on him. Baby, when I say you’re easily the best I’ve ever had, I mean that.”

She turns toward me. “Really?”

“Really.”

She twists so now she’s straddling me, and that’s when I realize she’s not wearing any underwear. I slip my hands under her shirt and then pull it all the way off her body and deposit it on the floor. I then take my already hard dick out of my briefs and whisper, “Fuck me.”

“I’ve been waiting,” she says right before she lifts up, poises my cock at her entrance, and slams down.

Christ . . .

She is absolute heaven.