Nineteen

Allison

“Let’s go, people,” I yell, running down the hall at the rink. It’s the day that we go and visit the hospital. It’s been two weeks of ‘dating’ and I’m fit to be tied. I can’t get enough of him. We can be watching television and I look up and crawl on his lap just to kiss him, because I fucking can. We’ve mastered dry humping and kissing. We spend the majority of time at his place, since it’s our safe haven of sorts. Plus, I wouldn’t be surprised if Cooper got the cameras hooked up to his phone. “How are you guys not ready? It’s been forty minutes.” I look at my watch, seeing that they all arrived here forty minutes ago. “The bus is waiting,” I say as the guys start walking out.

We are traveling again after the hospital, so everyone met here as it’s easier. “Here, wear this.” Matthew throws his jersey at me and I look down at it. “So they know you’re with us.”

“I don’t need to wear your shirt,” I tell him, opening up my jacket and showing him the T-shirt I have underneath is of the team’s logo. I won’t take off my jacket because then he will see that it’s Max’s name on the back. When I walked in the kitchen this morning wearing it, well, you can say my guy was more than happy because it led to a heavy make out session, “Fuck you make me lose control.” He whispered. “We don’t have time for this.”

As my tongue mixed with his. “I can help you,’ I said as my hand cupped his cock over his jeans, rubbing up and down, his moan drowned out by mine.

“Next time,” he said as I laughed at him trying to postion his cock in his pants before walking out to the car.

Now here we are all heading to the bus on our way over to the hospital. Once we get there we all make it to the fourth floor where Denise and Steve are there waiting for us. She comes to me, hugging me, and thanking me for doing this.

“Shall we?” she says. “Half will be with Steve and half will be with me,” she adds as half of the guys go one way and the other half go the other. Max and I both follow Denise. “The first patient is Katie, thirteen. She has Lymphoma. Diagnosed six months ago and is in her second round of chemo. She just shaved her head again, and she is having a hard time with it.”

I walk next to Max as he walks in first with eight other guys.

“Hey there, Katie,” he says and the other guys all follow his lead as he sits with her and they talk about everything. She asks them all questions.

“How many of you have a girlfriend?”

Denise and I stand by the door and giggle. Such a girl question. Most of the guys say no because they are mostly the rookies and are ‘playing the pussy’ as the guys call it. When it’s Max’s turn, I stand here waiting for his answer.

“I have a girlfriend.”

The rookies all howl at him.

“Ignore these rats.” He smiles.

They spend ten more minutes with her and then Denise takes them to the next one.

I wait for them to walk out before giving her a team bag so she can put all the stuff in.

“He’s so cute,” the little girl says as her mom smiles beside her. “He’s my favorite.”

I look around to make sure it’s just me, then lean in, and wink at her. “Mine, too, but don’t tell anyone.” I walk out and by the time the tour is over all the men are silent. Denise thanks them and hands them a thank you card that they made for them. Everyone gathers around Denise and we do a group photo. I don’t know where I should go and stand, so I go to the right and then look behind me and feel Max’s hand on my shoulder, as his other hand rubs against my other. We smile for the picture and then make our way to the bus. As soon as we pull off the talk starts. Everyone thanking God that their kids are healthy. It’s a little thing, but I have some of the rookies ask if they can go back. It makes my heart burst with pride that I did something so good.

On the bus Ryder is the first to speak up, “Aly, you think that I can go back when I have free time?” he asks from the back of the bus.

“I’m sure that could be arranged.” I look at him.

“Thank you,” Phil says next as Matthew nods his head. “We have never done this and it was so nice to be with the kids.”

“It was beyond awesome,” Ryder says, “seeing all those kids fighting for their lives. It just goes to show...” He looks out the window and everyone is lost in their own thoughts.

We get on the plane again. Everyone is bustling about. I sit down, Max sits next to me, and we watch Game of Thrones together. Once we get to the hotel we all get our keys and I make sure everyone is okay before going up to my room. As soon as I open my door and drop my bag, I hear a knock coming from the door in the corner. Getting up and opening it, I see it’s Max.

“How the hell did you manage this?” I ask him as he comes into my room and puts his hand on my face before taking my lips under his. My hand goes to his waist as I pick up his shirt, putting my hands on his skin. He lets go of my mouth, groans out, and puts his head back. I’m about to rip his shirt off of him when someone knocks at my door. Max steps back into his room as I close the door and yell, “Coming.” I swing the door open to find Matthew there.

“Jesus, what the hell were you doing?” he says, looking at me up and down. “Your hair is messed up and everything.” He puts his hand on his mouth. “Oh my God,” he shrieks out loud as Max opens his door and comes outside. “Were you having face sex?”

“What the hell is that?” I ask him as I pat my hair down, and when I see him still staring, I tie it up.

“It’s when you FaceTime, but have sex doing it. FaceSex.” He looks at Max. “You do that, right?”

Max shakes his head and tries to hide his smile.

“You were doing face sex with your asshole boyfriend,” Matthew says angrily.

“Why is he an asshole?” I tilt my head to the side.

“What guy dates a girl and doesn’t meet her family?” he asks me back.

“A sane one who doesn’t have to deal with his girlfriend’s neurotic family members.” I smile back and he frowns. “What do you want?”

“I want to go for dinner. Most of the team is going and we want to treat you to dinner as a thank you for today.” He looks over at Max, who has just stepped out of his room and is taking in the scene. “You in?”

Max nods.

“Okay, well, I have to go make myself less flushed.” I wink at him. “Let me tell my guy I’ll call him back.” I close the door as Matthew yells and Max laughs. I open the door a second later as Matthew points at me.

“I’m telling Mom and Dad about your face sex.”

“Yes, you should and then explain to them what it is and how you know about it. By the way, I am never touching your phone again.” I shake my head with a grimace as I turn to walk and grab Max’s hand. He slides his fingers with mine and I jerk my hand free, forgetting that Matthew is right in front of us. I look at him as he looks at the floor and shakes his head.

We get in the elevator and follow everyone to dinner. It’s a sports bar and they are all watching another game on the television. We don’t sit with each other and I’m a little pissed about it. It just gets worse as the night goes on as the waitresses all hover over the guys, Max included, and I get up and leave. I whisper to Matthew that I’ll see him tomorrow and walk back to the hotel. I get into my room and get myself ready for bed. I close off the light and the side door opens.

“Where the fuck did you go?” He stands there, taking off his hat, and tossing it on the desk.

I lean up on my elbow. “Obviously you’re confused as to what I’m doing considering I’m in my hotel room in my pjs going to bed.”

He stands there with his hands on his hips. “What’s the problem, Allison?”

I glare at him. “I don’t have a problem, Max, I was tired. So I came back. What’s the matter, did all the attention get to you?”

“You’re jealous.” He smiles and I flip the covers off of me to stand up, forgetting that I’m wearing just my white lace cheeky panties and matching lace bralette, standing up.

“I was so not jealous,” I say to him. His eyes rake over me and I look down and then look back up.

“You’re naked.” Are the only two words he says. “I can see everything.”

You can’t really see anything. Okay, fine, you can see my nipples a bit and, well, my vagina is on display. “Who cares? You’re my boyfriend. Does me standing here offend you? Is it because I’m not bigger in the boob area, or is it because I’m too skinny?” I throw my hands up and I’m almost tackled into the bed, as I feel exactly what he’s going through right in the middle.

“We can’t do this,” he says, shaking his head. “Not like this.”

“Max, I’m going to say something right now and I hope you get offended.” He looks at me confused. “I’d really like to go past the kisses stage. For the love of God, grab my tits, my ass, fuck,” I say breathless and try to buck him off of me, but obviously he’s like an ox. “Fine, stay there. I’d like to touch your penis, but I’m afraid that you don’t want me to.”

He gets up on his knees. “Okay, number one, I wasn’t interested in anyone at that restaurant, except my girlfriend who was sitting five fucking tables over. Second, you’re fucking perfect. All of you is perfect. Your tits are fucking perfect. I’ve jerked off to the thought of them at least five times this week, and it’s only fucking Wednesday.” He pulls off his shirt. “And my penis really wants to be touched, like really really, but I don’t want to pressure you. So I go at your pace.”

“Max, any slower and we are going to be senior citizens finally going to third base.” I smile, sitting up, crossing my legs. “Don’t freak out.” I lean over and unsnap the button on his jeans.

“Well, we need to speed things up a touch.”

“Yeah, we need to speed things up a touch.” I look at his heated eyes as I pull the zipper down slowly and I don’t know what I’m expecting. It’s almost like a jack in the box. You wind it and then wait for it to pop out at you, but nothing happens because his white Calvins hide what I’m after.

“Angel.” He puts his hands on mine. “If you touch my cock right now I’m going to go off like the fireworks on Fourth of July and it’s not something I want to happen the first time you touch me.”

“Max, I just want to touch you. I want you to touch me.” I take his hands and place them on my tits. “Touch me,” I whisper to him. “Show me you want me.”

His eyes go dark before he pushes me back on the bed and my legs open for him.

“By the time tomorrow comes you won’t question it anymore,” he says as he starts kissing my neck softly, one side, then the next. My head goes from right to left, giving him the access he needs. Both his hands go into the straps of the camisole and pull them down at the same time, my breasts springing free. “Perfect.” He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth and his hand squeezes the other one. My head goes back as my back arches off the bed. My legs squeeze his hips. He moves to the other breast and takes that one also, but he twists the wet nipple he just left. I moan out as the tug makes my toes curl. “I need to leave a mark here.” He goes right next to my nipple, sucking it in. “Mine.” He kisses down my chest to my belly, his hands still twisting and playing with my nipples. My breaths are starting to come in pants now. My legs fall to the side, opening for him. His hands leave my breast as he rubs one finger over my lace-covered pussy. “You’re wet.” He rubs and the friction hits my clit, almost sending me over the edge. “Not yet, angel.” He runs his finger and my legs open more.

“Max,” I plead. “I need…” And I don’t finish because his mouth lands open-mouthed on my pussy, as his tongue laps me up and down, the lace blocking most of the feeling. “Take it off,” I say, lifting up my hips.

He gets on his knees, puts his fingers in the side of my panties, and peels them down so slow, I groan out, watching his eyes get dark blue. I watch as he sees me for the first time. I look down to see what he’s looking at and I see my little strip of strawberry blond, right above my clean lips. Glistening, that is the only word that comes to mind when I see that my lips are still wet from his kiss. I close my knees for him to take the panties off, but he tears them apart instead. “What the hell?”

“No one is ever going to see you in those.” He grabs my knees and throws them to the side. “Untouched.” His fingers go through my folds and he wets the middle finger and then brings it up to my clit. “Never,” he says to himself. “No one.” He circles my clit with his rough finger. “I don’t know who or what I did to deserve this.” He moves his circles a little fast, my stomach getting tight, as I watch him watch his hand. “Cherish.” He lets my clit go, goes down, and slowly enters his finger into me. The tightness must get to him because he hisses out, “Forever.” And I raise my hips now, wanting it all in me, wanting more.

“I need…” I close my eyes and let my body get used to his finger and then another, then I feel his mouth on my clit as he takes it in his mouth, sucking it in. I look down at his head between my legs. My hand goes into his hair as his eyes come up to look at me and he bites me now. My pussy coats his fingers even more now as he pumps it faster and faster. He’s all around me. I’m surrounded by him and my senses are going through the roof. His finger touches something inside me as my breath stops and I know he’s touched my G-spot. “Right there.” I pull his face more into me as his fingers don’t stop, and I can’t stop the feeling. I’m ready to let go. I can’t push it off and I don’t even try. I close my eyes and my pussy clenches his fingers and my clit grows a bit, and his teeth grazing over it makes me come again. My legs close around his head as he hums out. I ride the wave till I’m at the end of it, but he doesn’t let up. My clit is so sensitive it hurts to touch, but then it craves it. I try pushing his head away from it, but he fights me, biting down. I yell out.

“One more,” he says and I have no idea what he’s talking about because usually it’s over by now, but the orgasm is lingering. Coming closer and harder than I think is possible, and the second he releases his teeth from my clit and flicks it with his tongue I come again. This time I do it groaning out as my toes curl and my legs go limp. He crawls up onto me, his body hovering over me, as I push his hair off his forehead. “I liked that a lot.” I rise up to kiss him, tasting myself and him. A taste I can learn to crave. I roll my tongue with his till his taste is back to only his, till I leave him and myself breathless. “My turn,” I say with a wink and his eyes never leave mine.