Filed to story: Luci Forrester and Easton Reed: Hockey Romance Story
“Absolutely! Would you like to ask her yourself?” I ruffle his hair playfully after pulling off his hat, feeling the chill in the air hinting at the cold front expected tomorrow, following the storms that are predicted to roll in tonight. I need to check the radar later to ensure Luci gets home safely; I doubt her driving skills would hold up well in a storm.
“I will! Daddy, when are we going Christmas shopping? I really need you to take me,” he says, a frown creasing his forehead as he contemplates the task ahead.
“But I need Luci to come along too,” I remind him, chuckling softly.
“Got your shopping list all set, huh, buddy?” I tease, enjoying the way his face lights up with enthusiasm. “How about we go on Sunday with your uncles? Maybe Luci could take you after school tomorrow.”
His expression shifts from disappointment to excitement in an instant. “I’ll ask her! I need to buy your present, but I can’t buy hers with her, Daddy.”
“I understand. You can get it with me on Sunday. Do you have any idea what you want to get her?” I ask, curious about his secret plans.
“Yes!” His certainty is palpable, and I can’t help but admire his determination. I wish I had the same clarity about what to get Luci.
“Alright then. Have a fantastic day, and remember, I love you,” I say, pulling him in for one last hug before I turn to leave.
As I check my watch, I realize I have ample time to surprise Luci this morning before our class begins. I drive over to her apartment, excitement bubbling within me. I may have cheated a bit by bringing her breakfast from home, but I know that Baker’s blueberry muffins surpass anything from the coffee shop. Quietly, I let myself into her place, knowing she won’t wake up for another twenty minutes. Slipping off my shoes, I place the breakfast in the kitchen before making my way to her bedroom.
There she is, cocooned in her blankets, looking so peaceful. I gently remove my hoodie, carefully untangling the blanket from around her before sliding in beside her, pulling her close. Instantly, she snuggles into my chest, and I can almost feel her inhale deeply, savoring my presence.
“Easton…” she murmurs, and I can’t help but raise an eyebrow. Is she dreaming about me?
Suddenly, her hands push against my chest, and she straddles my waist, her sleepy glare piercing through the morning haze. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t let yourself in like this, Mr. Reed.”
I can’t contain my laughter, delighting in her sleepy indignation. “You were pretending to be asleep,” I tease, feigning innocence. “Here I was, hoping you might be dreaming about me.”
“I was asleep until someone decided to unwrap my blanket burrito. I recognized your soap and figured I’d surprise you,” she retorts, a playful grin spreading across her face.
“You did surprise me. But now, I might have to seek revenge,” I say, rolling to pin her beneath me, my heart racing with playful mischief.
“That’s not fair! I really should get ready for class,” she argues, pushing against me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “What are you made of, rocks? Solid ice?”
“Pure ice, actually. But you can stay in bed a little longer because I brought you breakfast. Now, let’s see… revenge…” I watch her with narrowed eyes, contemplating my next move.
“You snuck into my bed. Why do you get to take revenge?” she laughs, a hint of nervousness in her tone as I continue to tease her. I lean down, pressing my lips against the delicate curve of her neck, trailing kisses upward, savoring the way she shivers beneath my touch. Teasing her is almost as enjoyable as touching her.
“Because it’s fun. Besides, you might actually enjoy it. We did get interrupted Thursday night,” I remind her, lifting my weight off her and leaning back on my calves, tossing the blankets aside.
“Umm, it’s cold!” she protests, her voice laced with mock indignation. “That’s the meanest kind of revenge, stealing my covers in this weather!” I mentally note to turn up her heater next time.
“I’m about to steal more than just your covers,” I warn her, tugging at her pajama pants until they slide off her legs.
“Are you trying to freeze me? I don’t think I like you this morning,” she quips, curling into a ball, and I can’t help but chuckle at her playful defiance.
“So, you don’t mind me stripping your clothes off, as long as it’s not cold?” I tease, fascinated by the way her expression shifts from playful irritation to a shy vulnerability.
“I didn’t really think about that,” she admits, her cheeks flushing.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, gauging her comfort level. Even though she’s not completely innocent, she still carries an air of shyness about her. No one has built her confidence with praise, which I’ve noticed she craves.
“No,” she replies, her voice steady.
I hide my surprise and slowly run my hands up her legs, starting at her ankles. “I can make sure you aren’t cold,” I say, my voice low and inviting. She watches me silently, anticipation dancing in her eyes. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, and I feel her shiver beneath my lips. “I like these,” I say, tracing a finger over the lace edge of her pale blue panties, watching her stomach contract in response. “Which is good, because they’re going to be mine for a while.”
“What are you going to do with my underwear?” she asks, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
“My good luck charm during the game this weekend,” I tell her, pressing a kiss just below her navel.
“You’re serious…” she says, her eyes widening, and I can’t help but grin.
“Very serious. Now, time for these to come off,” I say, hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties and sliding them down slowly, lifting each of her feet to remove them completely. I tuck them into my back pocket, still holding her left leg in the air. Turning my head, I begin kissing down from her ankle. When I reach her inner thigh, I look her over, locking my eyes with hers. “Such a pretty p***y. I think it might need some attention, sweetness, because you’re dripping.” The sharp intake of her breath ignites a fire within me. “You know my tongue was really upset it didn’t get to play with you last time, so I’m going to taste you. And to make things interesting, you inspired me earlier. Sit up for me, Luci.”
She complies, and I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her as I roll us so she’s straddling my waist again. “Fuck, you are so damn wet,” I groan, feeling the heat radiate between us.
“Easton…” she breathes, her voice laced with need.
“You’re going to ride my face, sweetness.” Her expression clouds with uncertainty, but I reassure her, “I’ve got you, baby. Just sit and move those hips, chasing what you want from me.” I position her just right.
“Grab your headboard, Luci, and make sure you’re loud. My ears are going to be a little muffled, and I’ll stop if I don’t hear you.”
She follows my instructions, and as I grip her hips, pulling her down, I feel her thighs tremble with the first swipe of my tongue. The long moan that escapes her lips fuels my desire. “Good girl. Just like that.” I swirl my tongue around her clit, and she begins to move hesitantly at first. I suck it into my mouth, and she starts rocking against me faster, the rhythm intensifying. I release her for a moment. “That’s my girl. Doing so well, my sweet Luci.”
She moans louder, and I lick down to dip my tongue inside her, making her tremble. “You like that. So do I, sweetness.”
“Easton, that feels… so… good,” she pants, her hips moving with more confidence now.