Neutral Zone (Carolina Comets)

If I thought I was addicted to watching her before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel now after watching her with her hands on her pussy. When she first spread her legs and I saw how drenched her cunt was just from rubbing her hands over her body, it took everything I had not to leap out of the chair. Then when she fell apart…fuck. It killed me.

I’ve always been content to just watch, but I wanted to be next to her in that moment. I wanted to touch her, taste her. I had to.

It was everything I wanted and more.

“I’ve been dying to know what your thighs feel like wrapped around my head,” I tell her after I’ve finally caught my breath.

She quirks a brow. “And?”

“Fucking glorious.” I shove up to my feet and drop my forehead to hers. “I think I’d like to move in.”

She laughs, but the sound is cut off when I capture her mouth with mine. She moans when my tongue tangles with hers, and I wonder if it’s from tasting herself. She tastes good enough, that’s for damn sure.

I slide my hands under her ass and lift her from the counter, carrying her through my apartment straight to my bedroom. I drop her onto the bed, loving how beautiful she looks sitting there. I feed the buttons of my shirt through the holes, then tug it over my head, tossing it aside. I shove my pants down my legs along with my boxer briefs, kicking them out of the way.

Then I reach for her, grabbing the hem of her dress and tugging the silky material over her head, and step back to admire how she looks. The luminosity of the moonlight shining through my open window, the way her pale complexion contrasts with the darkness of my blankets, the soft, dewy glow of her skin…she looks like a fucking wet dream come to life.

One I intend to have my way with.

I settle back between her legs, loving how she feels underneath me.

“God, your body is incredible,” I tell her, running my hands over every inch I can reach. “I love how you feel against me.”

“I love how you feel against me.”

“Your curves…” I place a kiss to her collarbone. “They’re my favorite.”

“I used to hate them,” she says quietly. “I used to hide them.”

I pull back. “What? Why?”

“Because I was told to.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, but it is. I want to know who made her feel like she had to hide any part of herself.

“Who? Why?”

“Society. My parents. My…ex-best friend.” Pink creeps into her cheeks. “It’s why I stream—to make myself feel beautiful—and it does. I feel confident on camera. Desired. Sexy. Wanted.”

I swallow the emotion in my throat because it makes my heart ache that she’s ever felt anything but those things.

“Fuck all those people. You’re beautiful. I love every damn dip and curve you have. You should never, ever hide.”

“I know. I know that now. But sometimes…”

I shake my head. “Ignore the voices. If you ever think you need to hide, if you ever think you’re not good enough, remember what you do to me. Just watching you gets my cock so fucking hard I can’t think straight.” I roll my hips against her, letting her feel the evidence. “You’re perfect the way you are, Ro, and I promise to remind you of that every goddamn day if I need to, no matter how long it takes.”

She smiles shyly, and it’s still so strange to see her like that. It’s a different side of her she hides so well.

“Okay?” I ask.

She nods. “Okay.”

“Good. Can I start now?”

A laugh bubbles out of her, and she nods. I drop my lips to hers once more, kissing her with everything I have, making sure she knows I’m not kidding. She needs to know she’s beautiful just the way she is.

I grind my hips against her, letting my cock slide over her heat, loving how wet and ready she is. If I moved down just a little, I could slip inside of her with ease. She rocks against me, searching for that friction we both so desperately seek.

“Ivan…” she whispers. “Please. I need…”

I know what she needs because I need it too.

I pull away and laugh when she reaches for me.

“No,” she protests. “Don’t go.”

“Condom,” I explain, pushing off the bed.

“I’m…” She rises up on her elbows. “I’m on birth control.”

I pause at her words. I’m sure it’s reckless, probably one of the dumbest things ever, but just the thought of taking Rosie bare… Fuck.

“Are you sure?”

She nods. “Yes. I’m diligent with it, and I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”

I believe her. I know she would never lie to me about something like this.

“I’m good too. We get tested regularly, and I’ve never gone without a condom either.”

She swallows. “Okay.”

“Okay.” I place my knee back on the bed and nod toward the white lacy bra she’s still wearing. “Off. I want to see your tits bounce as I fuck you.”

The hitch in her breath is unmistakable, and she reaches behind her, undoing the hook, then slips the material down her arms, tossing it to the side. She leans back on her elbows, letting her legs fall apart.

I lick my lips—fucking literally—at the sight of her glistening cunt. She’s still so damn wet and ready for me, and I love it so much. I want to take my time with her, want to be gentle and go slow, but I don’t think I can. I need her too damn badly.

I crawl up the bed, fitting myself between her legs, then without another word or hesitation, I slide inside her. The sound that leaves me is feral as I sink into the most heavenly place I’ve ever been before.

“Holyfuckingshitohmygod,” she cries out in one breath. “You’re so…oh god.”

“I know,” I tell her, because I do know. Her pussy squeezes my cock with the perfect amount of pressure, and I honestly don’t have a single clue how I’m going to last. It’s not going to be possible. She feels too fucking good.

I bury my face in her neck, trying not to blow. “Stop squeezing me.”

She laughs, which only makes her contract around me more.

“Stop it.”

Her body shakes with the laughter I can feel her holding in, and I move my hips, just to shut her up.

“Fuck,” she moans, and now I’m the one laughing.

I lift my head, grinning down at her. “Not so fun, is it?”

“Actually, this is my exact definition of fun.”

“Mine, too.”

I roll my hips into her again, earning me another moan.

“More,” she begs. “Please.”

I pick up my pace, fucking her with everything I have. We’re a mess of sweat and moans, our skin slapping together, creating the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.

I never want this to end. I want to stay buried inside of her until the end of time.

“Ivan! I…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, so lost in her lust.

I push to my knees, not giving up my pace, just changing the angle as I slide one of her legs onto my shoulder.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants when I set my thumb against her clit. “More.”

“Fuck, Ro, I wish you could see this,” I tell her, watching as I disappear inside of her. “Your cunt looks so pretty stretched around my cock. Like a painting you’d see in a museum. Just fucking perfect.”

“So good,” she mutters, her eyes falling shut.

“No.” I stop my movements. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

She peels her eyes back open, and the look in them as she gazes at me…fuck, it’s going to be burned in my memory for the rest of time.

“Very good,” I mutter, then I slap her clit.

“Ohgodohgod.”

“I’ve been called a lot of things before, but not God. I’ll take it.”

She laughs, but it’s short-lived, turning into a full-blown moan when I press against her clit again and rut against her harder than I have before.

“I’m so close,” she tells me. “So, so…”

“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Give me all you can.”

One more stroke and her entire body shakes around me as she finds her release.

“Ivan, Ivan, Ivan,” she says over and over again, keeping her eyes on me as I continue drilling into her, fucking her through her orgasm.

It’s enough to send me over the edge, and I pull out at the last second, coating her belly in my cum. Seeing her covered in me…god, it’s almost enough to make me blow again, and there’s no mistaking the low growl that leaves me.

“Mine,” I say.

“Yours,” she promises.

Then, to my absolute shock, she reaches down, runs her finger through it, and lifts it to her lips.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter. I press my lips to hers, not caring about the taste of my cum on them. I can’t not kiss her, not after that.

I couldn’t say how long we lie there, but at one point, we’re not even kissing, our mouths just pressed together as we try to catch our breaths. It takes all my willpower to convince myself to roll off her, and the second I do, I miss her. So, I grab her by the waist and haul her to me, needing to feel her.

“That was…” she starts, her fingers tugging at the smattering of hair on my chest. “Everything.”

Yes, it was.

Because Rosie? She’s everything.

And I know for a fact there is no way I’ll ever be able to walk away from her.

Leaving Rosie behind in my bed this morning was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and that includes when I was playing in Vancouver and we made it to Game Seven and I had to sit on the bench as the other team celebrated winning the Cup.

She looked so peaceful sleeping. I hated slipping out like I did, but I had to go. I’m already on thin ice with Coach, and I don’t want to get higher on his shit list.

We landed in Minnesota, then headed straight for the rink for a short skate to get our legs going. Now we’re sitting in the locker room with twenty minutes to go until we’re done for the night. I haven’t talked to Rosie all day, and it’s slowly killing me.

“Come on, boys! Get fucking pumped!” Miller slaps his hands together. “We got this!” He bounces up and down on his skates a few times, then shakes his hands out.

At least someone is jazzed to be playing hockey. Right now, for the first time ever, I wish I were back at home and not at the rink, and I know it has everything to do with the blonde I left in my bed.

“Dude, shut up,” Greer snaps.

Miller ignores him. “We’re down two, but that ain’t shit. We can fucking do this.”

“Shut up, Miller,” Rhodes grumbles, looking every bit as salty as Greer does.

They might be telling him to shut up, but I know they secretly like it when he tries to pump us up like this. It’s worked enough times for them to believe in it.

The clock in the corner of the room counts down the minutes, and when we’re down to just one, I rise from my temporary stall.

Miller bumps his shoulder against mine. “You ready, Fitzy Baby?”

I grunt at him in response, and he juts his lips out.

“Aw, come on. Don’t you be grumpy too. We can get back in this game.”

“I just want it to be over.”

He tips his head at me, and I get it. I never wish for games to be over, not even when we’re losing. I love being on the ice even when we’re down a few goals. But right now…right now, I want to be somewhere else.

“You got it so bad.”

“Huh?”

He shakes his head, a grin spreading across his lips. “Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about. Rosie.” He waggles his brows. “Someone’s totally getting some.”

I don’t care that he knows about Rosie and me—I assumed he did from the other day at Scout’s—but it doesn’t mean I want him talking about her or our sex life in any capacity.

I glower at him. “Shut up, Miller.”

He laughs, but only because he knows he’s right.

We hit the ice and do a few warmup laps before the period is underway.

“Let’s go, boys. Keep your head in it,” Coach says from behind us, clapping his hands a few times.

The puck is dropped, we win the faceoff—something we’ve struggled with all night—and Lowell zips it back to Rhodes, who zings it to Wright. Our entry to the zone is clean, then the puck is on my stick, and I’m looking around for a good shot. I got nothing, so I shoot toward Rhodes, who bounces it over to Wright, who sends it back to me. It’s just enough movement to screw with the other team, and I see my lane. I drag my stick back and let it rip.

The goalie flips his pad out, stopping the puck, but I’m rewarded with a juicy rebound, and I shoot it just over his shoulder, sending it right to the back of the net.

“Fuck yes!” Rhodes shouts, skating over to me and wrapping me in a hug, a smile on his scarred face.

“Hell yeah!” Wright says, tapping my helmet a few times.

“See? What’d I say?” Miller bumps his glove against mine. “Now, let’s get to work and get this game tied.”

And that’s what we do. Two shifts later, Lowell is the one who rips the puck past the goalie, and suddenly, we’re in a tied game. With just over two minutes left, everyone on the bench is thinking we’re heading to overtime. The arena is buzzing, and the fans are going wild.

I step onto the ice and get right into the play, shoving the opposing player into the boards. I’m not even out there for five seconds before the whistle blows.

“You!” the official yells, pointing at me.

“What? What the hell for?”

“Holding.”

Fucking shit. I hang my head, frustrated as hell as he makes the call and the whole arena cheers. It’s the worst feeling, hearing a crowd of thousands celebrating your demise.

It’s a bad call, and based on the way my bench is screaming, they agree with me, but I don’t argue it because I know it’s pointless. I climb into the penalty box, pissed as fuck and wanting to do nothing but break my stick, but I try to keep my cool. Some guys go nuts over a penalty, but I try not to let it get to me.

Luckily, Lowell’s faceoffs have been much better this period, and he wins the draw. Normally he’d shoot it down the ice, but Rhodes is there, and he’s on his horse, galloping away toward the Minnesota net. He’s not usually a charger like that, so nobody is expecting it…especially the goalie. He drags his stick back and shoots. It pings off the crossbar and goes directly to Wright, who picks up the rebound and zips it past the goalie for one of the prettiest short-handed goals I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing.

“YES!” I shout, banging against the glass as the rest of my team goes nuts, having capitalized on my fuckup.

They manage to kill off the penalty, and with just three seconds left on the clock, we win the game in the best comeback we’ve had in years. We’re nothing but smiles as we hit the locker room and get cleaned up, and I don’t even complain when I have to hit the press room. I’m feeling too damn good.

My high follows me along to the hotel room, and the minute my door shuts behind me, I have my phone in my hand, ready to call Rosie. I swipe past the messages of congratulations from my mother, mentally reminding myself to text her back later, and go right for Rosie’s name.

I hit call and wait, settling onto my bed, my back resting against the headboard of the hotel room that looks exactly like every other I’ve ever been in.

It takes two rings before her face fills the screen.

“Hey!” she says with a grin. “How was your night?”

“It was fine.”

“Just fine? Nothing special happened?”

I shrug, unable to keep my smile at bay. “Guess something did.”

Her grin grows wider. “That was a beautiful goal.”

“From who?”

She lifts a brow in warning. “Ivan…”

I swear, just hearing my name causes my cock to stir to life.

“Which did you like better, my goal tonight or the orgasms I gave you last night?”

“Wow, way to put a girl on the spot,” she jokes before winking at the camera. The image shakes a bit as she moves through her apartment, and I don’t miss her walking out of her streaming room.

She was online tonight.

I wait for the jealousy to settle into my stomach, but it doesn’t come. I meant what I told her—I don’t mind if she still streams because I know I’m going to be the one she ends up with at the end of the night.

My eyes fall to the rest of her, and I sit forward.

“What are you wearing?”

A seductive grin spreads over her lips. “Oh, this? It’s nothing.”

“The fuck it is. Show me.”

She jostles around and sets her phone down, giving me a view of her empty bed. Then she’s there, just at the edge of the frame, and she crawls onto the mattress, right to the center. A logo I’m more than familiar with fills the center of her chest.

“Turn around,” I tell her.

She heeds my instruction, spinning around, then looking at the camera over her shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

Do I like it? Is she nuts?

If she could see how hard my cock is at this moment, she wouldn’t be asking me that.

She’s wearing my jersey, and the number 91 and my name stretched across her back does something to me I wasn’t expecting. I’ve seen plenty of people wear it before, but never her. It means so much more than she could ever imagine.

“I swear to fucking god, Ro, you’ve never been more beautiful.”

She giggles, then goes to turn around.

“Stop!” I shout.

She pauses, a brow raised.

“I want to see more.”

A sly smile pulls at her lips. “How much more?”

“All of it.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she reaches down, grabbing the ends of my jersey, then inching it higher and higher. She does it slowly, so fucking slowly that if I were there, I’d reach over and yank it up myself, that’s how impatient I am right now.

The bottom of her ass peeks out, and I have to physically bite my lip to suppress my groan. She lifts it higher and higher until her ass is completely exposed, and that’s when it hits me.

She’s not wearing any underwear.

“Did you wear that on your stream?”

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

“Good.” I’m okay with her streaming, but I want this part of her to myself. “Show me more.”

“More?”

I nod. “Bend over, baby. I want to see all of you.”

Her lips part and I can hear the stuttered breath that leaves her, then slowly, she does as I asked. Her hips fold over, the jersey inching higher with her movements, and I watch with rapt attention.

She peeks at me over her shoulder, her bare ass up in the air, completely exposed to me, and I commit this moment to memory.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, and she giggles, causing her ass to jiggle, and the desire to see my palm print on it hits me out of nowhere. I’ve never really been one for spanking, but right now, I want to see Rosie covered in my handprint so damn badly. “You’re perfect.”

“Thanks,” she says quietly, squeezing her legs together. She’s just as turned on as I am, and I love it.

“Have you ever played with your ass before, Ro?”

Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods. “A few times.”

“Good. Do you have any toys?”

“Yes.”

“Can you grab one?”

Another nod before she’s sitting up and moving to her bedside table. I rip my shirt off over my head and undo my pants but leave my cock tucked inside of my underwear. I can’t see at all what she’s grabbing and am stunned when she returns with a little silver plug in her hand.

“Yes.” The word comes out as a moan. “That one. Please.”

Her eyes fill with mischief as she resumes her position, giving me a full view of her asshole. For what feels like the tenth time in the last hour, I wish I wasn’t on the road, and I wish I’d had more time with her last night so I could have explored her body properly.

Next time.

She rests her weight on one shoulder, then reaches between her legs. I see the plug peek through a few times as she uses it to rub against her clit. I can see it glistening with each passing stroke, then suddenly it’s gone, and she reaches around herself, pressing it against her tight hole.

“Oh god,” she moans as she begins to push it in, and I watch as her ass stretches around the toy.

“Talk to me, Ro. What’s it feel like?”

“So good,” she mumbles. “So, so good. But I bet your cock would feel even better.”

“Has anyone ever fucked you there before?”

She shakes her head the best she can. “No. Never.”

“Good. Because that ass is mine.”

“All yours,” she agrees, inching the toy in further.

When it’s fully seated, I get my first real look at it. There’s a little pink gem on the end, and it shimmers in the soft light of the room.

She looks gorgeous, absolutely fucking stunning.

“I wish I was there,” I tell her.

“Me too.” A soft moan leaves her when she shifts around. “I feel so full.”

“Just think how it’ll feel when my cock is in your cunt and you’re wearing it.”

She lets out another moan, and I palm my dick, pressing on it to relieve some of the ache that’s building.

“Do you want to come?”

“Please.”

“Put your hand on your clit, Ro. Get yourself off. Pretend I’m there and it’s my hand fucking you.”

She doesn’t hesitate, just slips her hand between her legs and begins rubbing herself. I’m not surprised when just thirty seconds later, she’s falling apart.

“Oh, fuck. Ivan. Yes, just like that.”

I lied before. This is the most beautiful sight, Rosie with a plug in her ass and her hand on her pussy, calling out my name.

I reach into my pants and pull myself free, gripping my length and giving myself just three short strokes before I’m coming all over my lap as her shudders continue to rack through her. When I’ve drained the last of my cum, I sink back against the headboard, completely spent.

Rosie is still up on her knees, her eyes shut and looking every bit as tired as I am.

“Ro?” I say softly.

“Hmm?” She peels her eyes open and looks at me, giving me a lazy satisfied grin.

I laugh at how sleepy she looks. “Go to bed.”

She nods, then pushes herself up, another noise of pleasure leaving her. She turns around, facing the camera once more, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sight of her wearing my number.

“How, um…” She chews on her lip. “How was that? For you, I mean. That was my first time…”

“Mine too,” I tell her, “and I’m not sure it can get better.”

Her eyes light up. “Really?”

“Really. You did so good, baby.”

She smiles, then tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you.”

“Now, go to bed. You have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Ugh, I know.” She rolls her eyes. “I swear, when I open my own bakery, I’m not doing early mornings.”

“You mentioned that before with…” I trail off, not wanting to remind her of when I tricked her with my identity. “Is that something you want to do soon?”

She looks startled a moment, then nods. “Yes. I’m taking classes to get my business degree.”

“No shit? That’s awesome.”

“It’s not a big deal. I still have a long time left before I graduate.”

“Hey, no. Don’t do that.” I give her a hard look. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re busting your ass at Scout’s, you’re streaming, and you’re going to school? That’s fucking amazing. Be proud of that.”

“I… Thanks,” she murmurs, her focus anywhere but at the screen.

“Ro?” She peers up at me with uncertain eyes. “I’m proud of you.”

“So you don’t think I’m an ungrateful moron?”

“What? No. Why would I think that?”

“Well, Scout and Stevie have done so much, letting me run that truck. Wouldn’t that be me throwing it in their faces?”

“Do you really think they’d think that?”

She twists her lips back and forth a few times before finally shaking her head. “No.”

“Yeah, I don’t either. They’ll support the hell out of you, even when you kick ass and steal all of Scout’s customers. You’re going to be amazing at it.”

“Thank you.” She smiles softly, then grabs her phone, bringing it closer, and I love how bright her eyes look in the light of her screen. “Hey, Fitz?”

“Hmm?”

“I wish you were here.”

I sigh heavily. “Me too, Ro. Me too. Good night.”

“Good night…Ivan.”

With reluctance, I end the call. I take a quick shower to clean myself up, then crawl into bed alone, wishing like hell Rosie was here and not over a thousand miles away.

I can’t wait for this road trip to be over.