"What's his deal?" she asked, looking over at Trey one last time.
"We got drafted the same year." I sighed. "Any time you get two hot shot rookies looking for notoriety, you go head-to-head on the ice a lot."
For the next hour we stayed at the bar until finally we were asked to leave when Leo pissed on the side of the building. Little jerk had no class sometimes.
The real problem for me was every encounter I had like that, I imagined him being the guy that raped Ami. My mind played tricks with me and put his face to the unknown, and I was immediately drawn back into that night and was consumed with losing her.
When we got back to my place, Ami tried to relax me, and well, she succeeded as she always did.
She slowly slid her hand up my thigh, boldly skimming her fingers higher over my hips while I watched SportsCenter.
My eyebrow quirked, curious where she was going with it. Every day we were getting closer and more intimate. Every day we were learning more and becoming comfortable. Like a good line, we had a unity.
Spurred on by the look in her eyes, I raised my hand from the remote and touched the side of her face. It didn't take long before my mind was imagining certain spots of her naked, and yeah, I got hard.
Her hand moved, wrapping around my erection, which she could clearly see through my dress pants, and then squeezed firmly.
"You can't do that if you don't intend on taking care of it," I groaned, grabbing her wrist to stop her, and then pulled her down on top of me to lay on the couch.
She moved, her legs falling to either side of my hips, and sat up. Her hands slid down my chest to my stomach and then to the hem on her T-shirt. Peeling it off slowly, she winked at me when it was off and tossed it on the floor, along with her bra, too.
Without saying a word, she moved my hands that rested on her hips to behind my head.
I chuckled playfully, trying to keep from getting too excited, but the fact that she was pretty much in control here was hot as fuck.
With my hands behind my head, I let her move at her own pace doing whatever she wanted to do. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned my black dress shirt and then reached for my buckle. Once she had that undone, she sat up o to pull my pants down around my knees but not off completely.
It took me a minute to realize what she was doing, but then it finally dawned on me when her mouth was on my dick. I jolted back just slightly, surprised that Ami, my innocent girl with her shyness, would want to do that. Fuck if I hadn't been dreaming about it, but damn, I never thought she'd want to do that or even knew how. She said nothing but gave me a look that asked if it was okay. I nodded, groaning deeply, and dropped my head back against the arm of the couch.
My stomach trembled as she trailed her tongue along my hip, following the path with the tip of her finger. I could tell she was scared, not knowing what to do, and it made me feel a little better to think this might have been her first time doing this. I liked to think it was.
She wrapped her fingers around me first, giving me a few lengthy strokes, and then looked up at me. My eyes locked with hers, wanting to let her know with that one look how unbelievably sexy she was.
Then she went for it. She closed her eyes and lowered her mouth onto me.
I must have said something, a few things at least, but I couldn't remember anything other than a few choking gasps. It'd been a while since I had a girl's mouth on me like that, and goddamn if it wasn't everything I had dreamed about and missed.
She ran her fingers over my thighs, pressing the tips firmly against the hard muscles that were clenched tightly with passion.
My hips thrust slightly of their own volition. She took me deeper, pausing for only a moment to adjust her angle, and then moved back slightly so she had more room. I briefly thought maybe we should move to my bed, but I didn't want her to stop.
My hands that were behind my head moved to her hair, gripping it slightly. She made a whimper.
"This okay?" I grunted, trying not to pull on her hair too much. Other girls would tell me to pull as hard as I could. Ami was different.
"Mmhmm," she hummed in approval, taking me deeper.
My hands remained in her hair, not pushing or forcing, just simply setting the pace. I tried to warn her after a minute. Ami didn't seem like the kind of girl that would want that in her mouth, but as always, she surprised me and smacked my hands away.
Who was I to challenge her?
When she finished, I had to repay the favor a few times. We went at it like that for hours, always trying to one up the other. I wondered where Ami learned how to do the things she was doing, the things she was so fucking good at, but then I had to shake those thoughts away. There was no fucking way I wanted details.
I was at the point where I couldn't get enough of her, and I was ready to drop the gloves if she was willing to dance.
Dropping the gloves – This is an act by a player indicating to the opponent he's ready to fight.