Filed to story: Luci Forrester and Easton Reed: Hockey Romance Story
I drag my tongue back up and gently nip her clit, causing her to explode with pleasure. She calls my name, and I eagerly swallow every drop of her release. “One more, baby. Flex those pretty hips for me and fuck my face with your pussy.”
When she screams her release this time, I feel her whole body relax. I help her move to lay her head on my chest, our connection palpable.
“You have quite the dirty mouth,” she says shakily, her head tilted up toward me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.
“Only with you,” I reply, keeping my gaze locked on hers as I confess. I don’t have to hide anything with her. She’s my safe haven.
“Do you mean that, or is that just another little flirtation?” she asks, her voice soft but curious.
I stare down at her lips, running my fingers across her cheek and into her hair. “I mean it. This isn’t really the time to discuss it, but let’s just say that I can truly be myself around you. I’ve never had that with anyone else. You seem to like… me, sweetness.”
I let the faint question hang in the air, and she responds softly, “I do. And I’m glad you trust me enough to be yourself with me.” I knew she would understand.
She sits up, shifting to straddle my legs. “What are you doing, sweetness? We really need to get ready for class.”
“Well, I’m really quick in the shower, and I can eat in the car if need be, but I think I need to take care of you too,” she says with a playful glint in her eye.
This time, she works on my jeans with newfound confidence, and I can’t help but smile. I want her to feel empowered with me. But that’s the last coherent thought I have as I almost lose my mind, watching her gaze hungrily at my cock when she tugs my boxers down. She takes her time, running her tongue along the base, and I brace myself for the teasing I know is coming. She surprises me yet again by swallowing me whole. My hips buck involuntarily. “I love when you do that,” I groan, and the pleasure builds as she releases me.
“You can move your hips, Easton. Show me if those stretches do anything real or if it’s just for show in front of the puck bunnies. Let go a little,” she challenges, her tone mischievous as she wraps her lips around me again.
I push up on my elbows, and she peers up at me through her lashes, her expression a mix of playful defiance and longing. My hips begin to move slowly, and I can almost feel my eyes rolling back as she twirls her tongue around me. “So fucking good,” I breathe out, lost in the moment, before I thrust one last time, collapsing into the mattress as I release down her throat, my mind going blank as I see stars.
She moves back up beside me, her fingers running through my hair, her nails gently grazing my scalp. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, savoring her soft touch. When I finally open them, I find her gazing down at me with those expressive brown eyes full of tenderness, her fingers continuing to comb through my hair soothingly. My heart swells at that look-nothing but her caring heart on display, just for me. It still amazes me that she cares about me, not my name, my reputation, or my family’s wealth, but just me. And Cole. And my brothers. Overwhelmed, I reach up and kiss her gently.
“I guess you’ll let me do that again,” she tries to tease, but I can sense the slight need for reassurance in her voice.
“Your mouth is a fucking warm fantasy, Luci. Feel free to take advantage of me anytime. Are you still upset I used my key and stole your covers?”
Her lips twitch, and a smile breaks through. “You’re welcome to use your key anytime you want.”
“I will then,” I say, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. “By the way, I brought you a dozen muffins that Baker happily made for you. You won’t need to leave early for breakfast all week.” I can’t help but grin like a pirate, proud of my little surprise.
“Hmm, I won’t complain about that, that’s for sure.” She moves into her bathroom, and I take a moment to look around her bedroom while I get dressed. It’s simply decorated, exuding a peaceful, serene vibe-much like her. Pale purple and peach pillows adorn her bed, topped with a white duvet. On her nightstand, I notice three photos. One captures a young Luci with her parents; she looks just like her mother. The second shows her and Sydney with Barrett, all smiles. The last one is a sweet snapshot of her and Cole at Halloween.
When she steps out dressed in jeans and a cozy sweater, I can’t resist teasing her. “No pictures of me? Just my son?”
“I don’t have any pictures of us together, but I do have one of you and Cole to put up there. It’s in the top drawer. The frame I had didn’t fit it,” she explains, sitting down to put on her shoes. Being the nosy, possessive jerk I am, I open the drawer, curious about the one she chose. It’s a picture of Cole and me at the tree lighting ceremony, both of us smiling at the lights as I hold him in my arms.
I didn’t even know she took that picture. “This one?” I hold it up for her to see.
Her smile softens as she gazes at it. “Yes! I love that one. You were telling him about the first time you went to the tree lighting ceremony that you could remember. You can see that he’s yours completely. You’re wearing that identical hopeful expression. The promise of the precious memory you two were creating gave me tingles. I love seeing things like that. Because those memories will last him forever. And I wish that for every child-joyous memories to hold onto no matter what happens. Can you see what I saw? Nothing weighing either of you down at that minute. I took that picture to capture the love and trust between you two that radiated in the air at that moment. You are the best dad, Easton. I promise I’ll get a frame for it soon.”
Her words resonate deep within me, shaking my very soul as I confront the emotions swirling in my heart. I place the picture back in the drawer and wrap her in my arms, trying to hold myself together. “You have the best way with words, Luci. The way you perceive the world and articulate it… we need more of you. You lighten the darkness and warm the cold,” I whisper, my voice filled with sincerity.
“That’s a beautiful description,” she replies, grabbing her bags, her eyes shining with warmth.
“It’s you,” I say, fully aware that I will never be able to do her description true justice.
Easton
“Daddy, you sit here and Luci sits here. Move Uncle Becker please.” Cole directs us as we get ready to eat dinner.
Dad is here too and he watches Cole closely.
“Coco, don’t make Uncle Becker move. I’ll sit over here.” Luci protests.
“No Luci. You sit here. I has a plan.” He says his little face very set with determination.
“Alright, where are you sitting so I can bring your juice?” She asks him.
“I sit by you.” He says with a smile as Becker moves. He and Kingston exchange glances.
“What about me, Cole?” Dad asks and Cole points to a chair by Jackson.
“Right there Grandpappy.”
Dad eyes Luci all through dinner. Cole is the only thing that distracts him. “Luci let me try on my costume for the play at school.”
“Fun. What are you, Coconut?” Becker asks him grinning.