Center Ice (Boston Rebels Book 1)

“Do you swear you won’t take any screenshots or video of this, Drew?”

“I swear on my life. Here,” I say, setting a pillow on the bed next to me and propping my phone against it. “I’m not even touching my phone.”

I watch her eyes rake over my bare chest. “Okay,” she says, and her body shifts as she reaches down.

“I want to see your hands on your tits first. I want you to imagine that it’s my tongue circling those nipples. I want you to make yourself good and ready for me.”

She lets out a humorless laugh. “Believe me, I’m already ready. I’m glad I’m not wearing any clothes, because my underwear would be soaked through.”

Oh, she’s into dirty talk. That’s a pleasant surprise.

“Good, let’s get you even more ready. I want you to show me what you like.”

She props her phone up on the bed like I did, horizontally, and then lies back down, facing the phone. Then she folds back the blanket that was covering her, and I take in the perfect form of her naked upper body. She’s so fucking hot that I can’t help but pump my hand over my cock, tugging slowly as I watch her bring her thumbs to her mouth and suck them in, then cup her breasts in her hands and slide them across her nipples. She tilts her head back so I’m looking at the creamy expanse of her neck, and I imagine running my tongue along her skin.

When she lets out a low groan of pleasure, I say, “I want to kiss you so fucking bad.”

She looks back at the phone. “Alright, sicko. You just stay in your lane over there, because I have no desire to get strep again.”

“God, that mouth,” I say. “I can’t wait until I’m there in person because I can think of all kinds of ways to shut you up.”

“Instead, you’re getting phone sex,” she says with a smirk. “Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“I’ll remind you of that sometime when you’re begging me to fill you.”

Another low groan escapes the back of her throat as I watch her roll her nipples between her fingers. “Fuck, Drew. I already want you so bad.”

“Yeah?” I say as I tug on my cock, pulling harder, wanting to feel the tightness I remember feeling last time I was inside her. “Show me. Reach down there and swipe your fingers against your pussy so I can see if you’re really as ready as you say you are.”

She reaches her hand out of view, then holds two fingers close to the camera. They are glistening with the signs of her arousal. “Fuck me,” I say. “I wish I was there with you right now.”

“Why?” she asks, her voice suddenly teasing. “What would you do?”

“What wouldn’t I do? First, I’d want to taste you,” I tell her, and she reaches her hand down. The small movements of her arm make me think she’s circling her clit. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” she sighs, then brings her hand that’s on her breast up to her mouth, circles the tip of her thumb with her tongue—which has me letting out a groan that’s part frustration, part pleasure—and then brings it back to circle her nipple again.

“Good. But don’t enter yourself yet. I’ll tell you when we’re at that point.”

“It’s cute that you think I need your permission to get myself off, Drew.”

“Again, with that mouth, huh? I’d like to see it so full of my cock that you couldn’t smart off at me.”

“But since we’re on the phone, I guess you’ll just have to suffer through listening to me then.”

My chest shakes with the quick laugh that erupts out of me. “Move your phone back. I clearly need to see what you’re doing, since I can’t trust you.”

Her lips curl up on one side. “You first.”

Reaching over, I push the phone, along with the pillow behind it, far enough away that she can see my dick jutting out of my hand. Her sharp intake of breath is proof that I’ve got the phone positioned in the right place, and I slide my hand up to the tip, circling it before sliding my hand back down. “This would feel so much better if you were drenching my cock right now.”

I watch as she pushes her phone farther away and repositions it so I can see her. She’s got her top leg bent with her foot resting on her opposite calf, and her fingers return to her clit, circling it a few times. Then she rubs her fingertips along her entrance and brings them back up to the camera. “Is this what you want? You want to be covered in this?”

Shit. I was not expecting the mouth on her, and I’m not sure I’m going to survive her. “Yes, and I will be. But for now, we’ll make do. C’mon, circle that clit for me again. Let me see you get yourself worked up.”

I spit in my hand, and then slide it up and down my shaft as I watch her pinching one nipple and circling her clit with her other hand. She increases the pace, and as her fingers continue working, her hips start thrusting forward.

“Now I want you to imagine yourself on your knees, doing this to yourself as I fill that filthy mouth with my cock.”

Her eyes flutter shut as she groans and her hips jut forward. “I need you, or something, inside me,” she mutters.

“Do you have a vibrator?”

Her eyes fly open. “No. I wish I did, though. Something shaped just like you that could be inside me right now. Watching you jerking yourself off like that has me about to come.”

Well, fuck me. I tighten my grip, practically choking my cock as I glide my hand along myself from base to tip. “Put your fingers inside yourself, then.”

She keeps playing with her clit, then reaches down with her other hand, and I watch her fingers disappear into her pussy, wishing the camera angle was different so I could see an up-close view. But I want to see her face, see her chest heaving with desire, see the way her abdominal muscles keep contracting as the need rolls through her. I can tell she’s almost there.

Her hand moves slowly, her fingers dipping in and out of her body. “Harder,” I growl as my own pace increases. “If I was there right now, I’d be fucking you harder and faster than that, because I can see how close you are.”

Both of her hands move more quickly, and she’s letting out soft grunts of pleasure. “It’s not enough, Drew. I need it to be you.”

“It will be, baby, but for now, you’ve got to make yourself come. Imagine it’s my cock, filling you all the way up.” She groans, and her eyes flutter closed as she listens to my words. “Imagine you’re straddling me, and I’m as deep inside you as I can go. My mouth is on your nipple, licking and biting.” Another deep groan leaves her as she squeezes her eyes shut, and I’m jerking off so hard I won’t last long. “You’re so close, then you reach down and press your fingers to your clit, and as you run your fingertips over yourself, you feel the first traces of your orgasm.”

“Yesss,” she hisses out. “I’m so close.”

“Good, more pressure.”

She rewards me with another groan of pleasure, followed by, “Oh shit.” Then she stretches her head back, her hips bucking wildly as I watch her entire core contract.

“Yes, come for me, Audrey.”

She opens her eyes then, focuses them on my face, and says, “You first.”

“If I was there, I’d never let myself come before you did.”

“But you’re not. And seeing you come will tip me over the edge. I won’t be able to hold back.”

I sense that for her, this is an issue of trust. She wants me vulnerable in this way before she makes herself vulnerable, too. So I stop holding back. A few more pumps of my hand over my cock, and I’m rolling forward a bit to spray my release onto my t-shirt. And then my eyes meet hers, and I can tell she’s incredibly close.

She’s still working herself, but slower. “Alright, Audrey. Let’s see you finish yourself off—hard and fast, like I’d do for you.” Saying nothing, she gets onto her knees and turns the camera vertically, then sinks back onto her heels. She glances at the phone, then wraps one arm around her abdomen and her face falls. “What are you doing?”

“I just…” She glances down at her body self-consciously. “…my stomach is⁠—”

“Perfect. Your whole body is fucking perfect, Audrey. Don’t you dare try to hide yourself from me. I want to see every part of you.”

“My body isn’t the same as the last time you saw it.” Now her other arm wraps around her stomach, like she’s forgotten that I had her shirt off the other night and liked everything I saw.

“Because you had our child, Audrey. And your body is even more beautiful for it. Let me tell you what I see. The most beautiful woman I know has her knees spread with her pussy on display for me, her tits are gorgeous and the perfect size, and I can tell by her nipples how aroused she is. I’m so fucking turned on by this view that I can barely breathe, and I’m already getting hard again.” I reach down and grip myself so she can see what she does to me, and in response, her lips part with a sigh. “I wish I was there to rain kisses over any part of your body that you see as a flaw, because from my perspective, you are fucking perfect.”

“Drew.” My name is just a whisper.

“Now let me see you finish yourself off, so I know how needy you are for me.”

She nods, swiping her fingers through her slickness and moving them back to her clit, then bringing her other hand around behind her. I watch as she enters herself with two fingers. From this angle, I have the perfect view and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The blood rushes to my dick so fast I feel lightheaded, or maybe it’s because my body is reminding me that I am, in fact, quite sick. But there is nothing that’s going to stop me from making sure Audrey gets this orgasm.

“Add another finger,” I demand. There’s no way two of her fingers are anywhere close to how I’d feel if I were inside her, and she does what I ask, but I can tell by the exquisite look of torture on her face that she still wants more, and I want to be the one to give it to her. I want her to be sinking back onto my cock, in front of a mirror, so she can watch as I enter her. I will make her see how beautiful she is.

“Tell me what you’re picturing right now,” I say.

“I’m imagining that I’m straddling you, like that night on the couch,” she says. “Even after all these years, I haven’t forgotten how good you felt inside me, and my fingers are not up to the task. I need you here, filling me completely.”

Fuck. My balls tighten up in response.

“I have half a mind to charter a private plane…”

She gives me a small smile and rolls her eyes. “You’re sick, and by the time you got here, Jules and I would already be working.” She sinks onto her fingers harder and faster, and I watch her tits bounce as her speed increases. “So you’re going to have to settle for the show instead.”

“Nothing about you equates to settling, Audrey. I hope you know that.”

Closing her eyes, a small, satisfied smile graces her lips. She tilts her hips forward, sliding her fingers into herself, and I am overcome with the realization that my whole world has shifted.

The second I think about forever with her, she’s moaning my name, then her head tilts back and her jaw falls open, and I watch as her orgasm ripples through her entire body. The sexy-as-hell view has lightning running through my veins, and then I’m coming all over the sheets again.

“Holy shit,” she says, and her eyes meet mine as she collapses onto her bed and picks up the phone. “Did we really just do that?”

“I hope so, because if I wake up tomorrow and find that this was all a fever dream, I’m going to be so fucking pissed.”

She laughs softly, and her eyelids flutter closed. “Shouldn’t you go back to sleep so you can get better?” Her voice is low, and her words are slow, like she might fall asleep any second.

“Probably. But Audrey…” I wait for her to open her eyes. “We’re going to talk about this.”

She sighs, her lips barely turning up at the corners as she closes her eyes again. “We don’t have to talk about it, Drew. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“Like hell it doesn’t. This means everything—stop pretending like it doesn’t.”

She sighs again but doesn’t say anything or open her eyes to look at me. I don’t think she’s pretending to sleep to get out of talking about this, but I can’t really be sure. “We’ll talk when I get back to Boston.”

No response, and her breathing is now slow and deep. I disconnect the call and cancel my alarm for the morning. My whole body is spent. There’s no way I’m getting up in four hours to make the flight home with the team. And this is the one rare instance when I’m sure that missing my flight was one thousand percent worth it.