Hockey With Benefits

Pizza/study night turned into pizza/study/video game night.

After everyone settled down, I returned to the table and was studying with Gavin and Miles on either side of me. They’d not left my side the whole night, and the rest of the guys took notice. The girls too, because more girls had come. At this point, it was a free-for-all of who was connected to who. Then again, that’s how most parties were. We had football players, mostly still playing FIFA in the living room. Wade knew some guys who turned out to be from the wrestling team. The hockey guys were in the kitchen, eating, because they had their practice number three for the day. Those guys were ravenous.

Skylar and Zoe came back out. Zoe, to finish the pizzas, and Skylar, to have a good time. I heard her laughter from the dining room, but she’d not come in yet. I stayed put for the most part except to venture out a few times when I needed a refill. I’d started to get hungry, but I saw a girl hanging over Cruz and promptly lost my appetite. It shouldn’t bother me if he was flirting with another girl, but the rules were that while we had our agreement, if he was going to sleep with someone else, then he and I were not going to keep doing what we were doing.

It was close to midnight, and half the group had left. The guys seemed like they were getting a second wind, but the rum was working in me and I needed to either nap or eat. Either way, I was hitting a wall with the studying and closed my book.

Miles glanced over. “Finally.”

I grinned at him.

He held out a closed fist to me. “Gotta hand it to you. Studying and drinking as much as you did, you’re a college rockstar.”

An abrupt laugh left me as I met his fist with my own, before standing up. “I’m going to bed.”

Gavin leaned back in his chair. “That an invite, Little Daniels?”

I turned to him. “Stop talking to Zeke Allen about me.”

He only laughed. “We have a budding bromance. Kindred souls, him and me. Speaking of, some of the guys and I are thinking about doing a road trip to Cain. You want to go with us? See your buddy?”

I snorted. “Apparently, you’ve not talked enough about me to him. He and I do not have a visiting sort of friendship.”

“What kind of friendship do you have?”

“A reluctant one,” I threw over my shoulder before stepping into the kitchen.

The pizza had been moved to the table and island inside. The hockey guys were crammed around the table. The girls next to them. I could feel Cruz’s gaze but avoided it because I didn’t want any more attention. I’d had enough for the night.

“Your reputation precedes you, Daniels.”

Going past everyone to the door, I glanced back at Atwater. He was grinning widely at me, and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Everyone knows about Burford, but now you took down a junior?” He whistled under his breath. “No one’s going to sleep on you.”

I sent him a sharp look.

He startled, jerking up as if realizing what he just said. “I mean, you know what I mean. The girls won’t mess with you anymore.”

Allie was a junior. Lovely.

“Just getting my bearings here,” I murmured before scanning the room. Skylar and Zoe were there, leaning against the fridge. Martin was with them, a shoulder propped up against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. There was a girl with them too. All were watching me.

A wave of shame rose in me because I could hear again Allie’s screech.

“I’m sorry,” I said it to Skylar, who seemed surprised by my words. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I should’ve used my words better.”

Her eyes grew wary.

I waited, but when she stayed quiet, I opened the door and went upstairs.

I’d just heated up some food when there was a knock at my door.

At this point, I had no clue who that could be, but I went over and opened it.

Cruz, with a hood pulled low over his head, his jawline half in shadow, but those eyes still piercing me. He raised his chin up toward me, and I stepped back. He came in after me, shutting the door and locking it. He jerked a thumb behind him. “You think you might have more visitors tonight?”

“I hope not.” I sat at the table and eyed him as he was considering me.

He let out a sigh, coming over. “The guys will cover me, not that we’re keeping this a secret, but you know.” He came to the table, and stood there, looking down at me. His eyes were dark, clouded over.

I finished my last bite and tipped my head back as I swallowed. “That girl was all over you downstairs,” I said, and as I did, I opened my legs.

His eyes flashed, and he smirked, but moved closer, more between my legs. “That was only Bianca. A lot of girls hang over me, a lot of times. They’re called puck bunnies.”

“Bianca is a puck bunny?” I reached for him, grabbing his jeans and I pulled him toward me.

“I’m not into her.” He came, still watching me, looking down at me. “You got something to say about her? Be easier if you just ask it.”

Right. I heaved a breath. “If you want to fuck someone else, you need to let me know.”

Now his eyes flashed and his face hardened. “We doing the jealousy thing? Because if we’re on that topic, if you’re going to fuck Miller or your roommate, you better let me know too. Shit goes both ways.”

I moved him even closer, my mouth watering at what I wanted to do, but I glanced up, surprised. “You know Miles and I aren’t like that.”

He snorted. “Not talking about Miles.”

I’d started to reach for his buttons but paused and looked up again. “Who?”

He leaned down, just a little. “The swimmer.”

“Wade?”

He nodded. “Word gets out.” He raised an eyebrow. “You into him?”

“No.” I was done with the conversation.

I undid his jeans and slid the zipper down.

He moaned, his legs moving apart as I slid both his jeans and his boxer briefs down. His dick was right there and fast hardening, and I reached for it. Another groan left him as my hands wrapped around it, and I looked up. He was watching me, his eyes smoldering and fierce.

I began to move my hand over him, rubbing up and down. Up and down. Feeling it harden all the way and as it did, I bent my head, my mouth closing over the top.

He let out a slight hiss of air. “Fuck me.”

I moved down, sucking him into my mouth.

He added, “That feels so good.”

I started moving.

I loved doing this, but only for Cruz. I wasn’t into this for anyone else, though I had done it in the past, but it wasn’t the same. Cruz was different, and I didn’t want to think about that, about why he was different. I loved making him hiss and squirm and curse and how his knees shook at times, and then I really loved when he grasped my head and would take over.

He cursed again, but he pulled out.

I looked up, confused, but he shook his head, tapping me behind my elbow. “Not this time. Get up.”

I smiled back at him, knowingly, as I stood.

He ducked, his shoulder going to my stomach, and he whisked me up. I was thrown over his shoulder and he carried me to the bedroom. And like the last time, I was tossed onto my bed. Unlike the last time, he turned me over so I was on my knees.

My pants were yanked down.

I felt him run a hand over my ass, slow and savoring. “I really love your ass.”

I looked back, half panting. “Hurry up.”

His eyes flashed, but his dick was sticking straight up, and he’d been pulling a condom out. “Oh, no. There will be no hurrying now.”

I groaned, recognizing that look. He’d torture me, and he’d do it all night if he wanted.

Two could do this.

I sat up and moved around so I was facing him.

He settled back, watching me and as he did, I took off my top, feeling his gaze rake over me.

My bra was next, and his eyes were fully melting again. He licked his lips, taking me in before he reached up, one of his hands cupping my breast. “Have I told you how much I love your tits?” He went all the way down, his hand cupping me, his thumb rubbing over one nipple as his mouth took in the other entire breast. He sucked me in, his teeth grazing my nipple and I almost fell back from the sensation. He went with the movement, and he ran a hand down my back, picking me up and laying me more fully so I wasn’t bent at an awkward angle. He moved in, his mouth never leaving my tit until now, until he transferred, taking the other one in his mouth. He smoothed his hand down my stomach, going to my clit, and resting there a moment before his fingers dipped inside.

I closed my eyes as the pleasure was compounding me.

Cruz kept licking, sucking, torturing me as he fingered me. He was leaving hickeys all over my boobs, but I didn’t care. I seriously loved how he could bring me to a climax in a few minutes, but when I was about to climax, my legs lifting from the bed, he pulled his fingers out.

“Wha–”

He rose over me, slapping my legs apart for him, and surged inside of me.

God. I was so full.

He braced himself above me, and a soft curse slipped from him before his mouth found my neck. He went back to tasting me and he began moving.

“So tight. I love fucking you,” he panted next to my ear.

I loved it too, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, raising up to meet his thrusts.

We were both breathing hard. The sounds of downstairs were there, but muted.

Suddenly there was a hard knock at my door.

He went still. “The fuck?”

I squeezed him, keeping him where he was. I touched his chest. “You locked the door.”

“Who the fuck is that?” he grated out.

But he was moving again, and I went with him, looking down at where we were connected.

“Mara!” Another hard knock on the door.

“Why the fuck is Gavin Miller at your door?”

“Come on. Harder.” I tuned everything out. I just wanted to make sure Cruz didn’t take his dick out of me.

Gavin was knocking again, but I reached up, tugging Cruz down to me.

More. I needed more.

Groaning, Cruz slid a hand around to my back, lifting me up, and then he really started pounding into me. He was taking everything over. I could only hold on, feeling him powering into me, and oh God, it was amazing. I wrapped one hand around his neck, my fingers splaying out over his back, feeling his muscles tensing and moving under my touch as he kept going, until–ohGodohGodohGodohGod–I couldn’t contain myself. My head fell back. My vision went blind, and I screamed, my whole body spasming and then falling apart.

Waves crashed through me, literally, but Cruz hadn’t finished yet. He was still going. I reached for him, and began moving to meet him. His head fell back. He held still as I rode him until he made a choking sound.

He was coming inside me.

“Holy fuck.”

His head was still back as his whole body was tense and all of his muscles were rigid. “That was amazing,” he said huskily, his chest heaving as he was catching his breath.

Reality and the room was coming back to me.

The knocking had stopped.

I was still half raised off the mattress, my hips and stomach, but as Cruz disengaged, I rolled upright so I was half sitting on the edge of the bed. He took a step back, taking the condom off, but I reached for him. He paused, his eyes narrowing before he tossed the condom into the garbage by my desk.

I tugged him back. I was still drunk, and I didn’t want him to leave.

“What?”

“Stay the night.”

His head moved back a little. “We’ve never done that before.”

I nodded, feeling an itch inside of me. I didn’t know why it was there, why now, but I recognized it. I’d felt it at other times, just a few and knew I’d want him more than once during the night. I wouldn’t be satisfied until early morning.

Wait.

He had a game tomorrow. “No, never mind.”

He stiffened, his hand catching my wrist and jerking me up so I was on my knees and eye level with him. “What just happened there?”

I licked my lips, feeling this need for him again even though I knew he couldn’t go so soon. But I slid a hand down his chest, going all the way to him. “The mood I’m in, you’re not going to get any sleep.”

“So?” He was starting to get distracted, watching my hand.

“You have a game tomorrow.”

“So?” He was still watching, even more distracted.

“So.” I squeezed him, just slightly.

He groaned, raising his head so he could see me.

“You need sleep. You stay, and you won’t be getting any.”

He raised a hand to my chest and pushed me back so I was lying on the bed again. He crawled over me, his mouth finding mine, and then moving down my throat. “Good news for you, I can sleep on the bus.”

My knees bent in the air as his mouth traveled farther down my body.

“Cruz.” I had one hand lost in his hair.

“Hmm?” He was at my stomach, and he blew some air there, teasing me. He grinned at me, looking up via my body.

God. He looked so good down there. “Are you sure?”

Another flash in his eyes. “Oh yeah. I’m not quite ready to go yet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do other things.” And with that, his mouth settled firmly over me.

I was squirming in the next second.

I was exploding a few moments later, and before I could gather my senses again, he was sliding right back inside.

I wanted to do this all night long.

I needed to do this all night long.