The Games We Play

“Hurry.”

Ali couldn’t get the damn key in the slot. “Hang on.” She tried again, but it kept beeping red. Behind her, James had his hand slowly rubbing between her legs, which wasn’t helping her to focus.

“What’s wrong.” James smiled against her neck. “Can’t concentrate?”

Her hand idly tried to put the key card back in the lock, but the hand working between her legs was too much. She spun to face him, her mouth going to his just as it had the entire night.

“Here.” James took the card, but kept one hand firmly between her legs. With ease, he slipped it in and the green light blinked.

He smiled at her, and Ali rolled her eyes. “You try doing it while getting groped.”

James pressed the bar down and they stumbled inside, Ali immediately kicking off her heels and James immediately taking off his belt.

They met in the middle and fell onto the bed, their legs wrapped in one another’s and their arms frantically trying to remove every other piece of clothing they had on. Ali lay back at the motion of James’ pushing her down, his hands adeptly working the zipper of her shorts. When Ali heard the pop of her button, she stared up at the ceiling. I know what’s coming…I love what’s coming….I love this man….

She sighed when she felt the rough bristles of James’ growing beard scrape against her stomach. It was an incredibly confusing feeling: rough and harsh; arousing and perfect. Her body wanted more. Her fingers found his thick hair as he slid his warm tongue up the center of her torso, between her breasts, then up her throat and ending at her chin.

“Where’s my jersey?” James asked with a grin. He kissed her before she could answer.

Ali moaned into his mouth, pointing somewhere towards the wall where she thought her suitcase was. She felt naked without him the minute he stood to retrieve it. He stood admiring it for a second.

“It’s gonna be your name soon.”

Ali gave a nod. “I know.” She wiggled her ring finger at him.

James walked over and set the jersey down next to her, but lifted Ali up in one swift motion. “Does it turn you on as much as me?”

Ali took his hand and slipped it between her legs. “Does that answer your question?”

His smile grew when he felt how wet she was. Removing his hand, he lifted Ali’s shirt over her head, leaving Ali in her bra and thong. He stood with his finger on his chin, contemplating the situation.

“Which should I remove first?”

“Whichever! Just do it!” Ali laughed. “And hurry, or else there will be nothing left of my thong thanks to you.”

“Perfect. I’ll start there.”

James dropped to his knees, shirtless but still in his pants, nothing but bare muscle and tattoos making up Ali’s view. It didn’t last, because her eyes snapped shut as she felt James run the flat of his tongue along her thong, pressing hard against her swollen clit.

”Fuck” Ali breathed out, her hands once again finding his hair, if only to hang on. She felt James kiss her there next, and she thought her knees might give out. She squirmed a little, not used to standing up and having James beneath her.

“Keep standing.” He flicked his tongue against her again and Ali thought she might just fall over. A rush of cool air spread over her as James slowly lowered the lacy band of her panties until Ali had to step out of them.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

Ali smiled, her hands playing in the length of his wavy hair. She glanced down just as he glanced up. With a smile, James stuck his tongue out and slid it up Ali’s wet pussy. The sight was enough to send her into cardiac arrest.

“Keep your eyes open.”

She looked at him again and he nodded, happy with her. His reward was another, more forceful lap of his tongue.

“Jesus Christ James….” One of her hands left James’ hair so she could grab her own.

He did it again. And again. Sometimes harder, sometimes slower, sometimes using only the tip of his tongue, sometimes sucking.

“I can’t…” Ali couldn’t even get it out. Her breath was ragged and laced with moans.

“You will” James replied.

“But…” She was getting light headed. Everything from the waist down was puddling at her feet and yet she was forced to stand.

“But what?”

Ali moaned because James hit her again with his tongue, and before she knew it, she felt two fingers slide deep inside her.

“Ohhh…”

James looked up as she bit her lip and held on to his head. He worked her with his finger and his tongue, supporting her with his free hand to keep her upright. He wasn’t about to let her cum this way; he had way too much else in store.

Finally he stood, keeping his two fingers plunging deep within her. His thumb rubbed her clit as his mouth joined with hers again. She moaned into his mouth, her hips moving with his hands, all while his dick was begging for release.

“Put it on, I think you’re ready” James said as he released his fingers from her pussy. He removed his pants as Ali, albeit rather wobbly, removed her bra and lifted the jersey over her head.

She lay back onto the bed as James crawled over her, his hands holding her head gently.

“Thanks for coming to the game tonight.”

Ali smiled. “I told you I’m in this to the end with you.”

“Can I use that in my vows?”

The flash of his grin was too much for her. If she thought everything from the waist down had melted into a puddle, her heart had now officially joined in.

Ali lifted her head and kissed James slowly. “Flip over.”

“Thought I was running this show?” He kissed her neck, spreading her legs with his knees.

“Just this one command and I’m all yours.”

James granted her wish and rolled onto his back, lifting Ali with him. She sat up on his waist, feeling the heat of his hard dick pressing against her backside. Just as he thought Ali was going to ride him in this position, she flipped around. When she looked back at him, she lifted the end of her jersey, giving him full access and a complete view of her perfect ass.

“I want you to see it all, babe.”

James was, alright. He watched Ali reach around and grab his dick, positioning her hips over him.

“I want you to see you fucking me” she said, pushing her hips downward. “And I want you to see your name and your number…”

She inhaled sharply when she settled onto James’ entire length, feeling his dick spread her insides. “Jesus…”

It’s exactly what James was just thinking as he saw Ali’s folds spread before his eyes, his dick sinking its entire length into her warm depths. He grabbed her hips and began rocking his, biting his lip as he felt how fucking tight her body was around him.

“Lean forward” he grunted, directing her hips over him more quickly now.

Ali bent forward, letting James keep the pace. She didn’t realize just how amazing this position could feel, even with the mesh of his jersey covering her and leaving her very little to touch or look at. It didn’t matter a single bit, because every thrust came harder and faster as they fell into a rhythm, and she merely closed her eyes and let the pleasure take over.

*

James was intent on making this night last. His buzz was still very much alive, as was his high from advancing to the next round of the playoffs.

But nothing….nothing…came close to how amazing Ali was that night. Fucking her in his jersey was one thing, but when he put it on and saw what Ali had changed into was enough to make him want to cum right there.

“I know it’s not your jersey” she said playfully.

“Damn right it isn’t!” James felt his eyes go wide and his dick throb. Ali’s surprise for him involved a black bustier made of sheer stretch lace, with satin ribbons criss-crossing up the sides of her torso. A matching g-string and fishnet thigh highs hugged the bottom half of her body, but the smile she wore was the naughtiest thing about her.

“I thought I’d buy something special to celebrate your victory tonight.”

“I was wondering what I did to deserve this.” James was surprised he managed to form a full sentence.

“Just you being you” Ali said as she walked towards him. “My hockey superstar fiancé…”

When she got on top of him, James nuzzled her breasts, perfectly cupped by the sheer fabric of the strappy sex thing she had on. He licked at one of her nipples, dampening the cloth covering it.

“Now I’m going to ride you so I get to watch the show.” Ali dipped her head, letting her long hair fall over her shoulder, a dark curtain shielding one side of them. “You know what my show is, babe?”

James ran his hands up her sides to hold on to her at the neck. “Tell me.”

She kissed him and slid her g-string to the side. “Watching you cum.”

One more time, James felt Ali’s pussy part at the head of his cock. This time he slid inside with no issues, relaxing as Ali took over control. Give and take…give and take….its what made James and Ali work so well together, even now.

Ali met James’ full eyes and he smiled at her. “You’re incredible.”

“Am not.”

“The best.”

“Shut up.”

James slapped her ass and Ali squealed.

“Bastard” she said with a grin.

“You love it.”

She did, and she loved it twice as much when he did it a second time. It only made her grind on him even harder, her hands behind his head to give her leverage to do all the moving. When James’ hands moved to her hips, his fingers slipped beneath her garter straps to give him more of her skin to grab. So he was pulling as Ali was pushing, the slap of skin on skin the only sound besides their labored breathing.

He snaked one hand to the center of her back and lifted the other to her mouth. Ali’s lips were full and open as she panted her way through every thrust of his cock. James gave her his thumb as his fingers held the side of her face, and Ali gladly wrapped her lips around his thumb.

She moaned, biting down as James went harder. Soon, her hands left the pillows and grabbed onto his head, her breasts near his face as he kissed every inch of skin available to him.

“Babe…”

James tilted Ali’s head down; his eyes large and focused. It was the same intense focus he brought to his game, but now put to use when he worked Ali. As he brought her face closer to his, they leaned their foreheads on one another.

“You, Allison…” James breathed, “…are perfect.”

“Harder, James” she whimpered. When he increased his pace, it was almost too much to take. It was too good, too fulfilling. A weird bout of guilt washed over her for having this all to herself. Looking down at him in his jersey, his number, his career, his talent, his eyes and his mouth they were tilted up and waiting for her to join….it was enough to finish the job.

“FUCK, I’m…”

James already knew. He didn't have sex with this girl for over a year and not know the signs by now. He forced her hips down onto his dick as far as he could, feeling her pussy clench at that exact moment. Three more hard thrusts and he let himself go, catching the last of her orgasm just as he felt his second release of the night.

”Fuck, Ali…” James closed his eyes and pressed his head against her chest. He felt her breath in his hair as she rested her face on his head.

“You’re so good…consistently” she said between breathes.

James laughed softly and looked up. “Kiss me.”

Their lips met, their chests still heaving from their orgasm. The only reason they parted was to catch their breath.

Ali leaned back and started to laugh. James still had his arms wrapped around her, but held her by the waist so he could see more of her.

“What?”

She shook her head, placing her hands over her face. “I don’t know…I’m just so in love with you…”

James’ brow bent. “Is this like….a post orgasmic thing, or…”

Ali cupped his face, looking at his goofy grin and his pale skin flushed pink from his recent hard work and all she could do was laugh.

“God, I love you.”

“So it is a post orgasmic thing—“

“Shut up and kiss me, Neal.”

* * *

There was a pounding on the hotel door to room 907 the next morning. Neither Ali or James moved the first four times Geno pounded on the door, but by the fifth time, he called James and beat his fist against the door hard, hoping one of the two would wake him up.

Ali heard the phone before the knocking at the door, only because she must have rolled onto James’ phone at some point during the night.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, and true to fashion – the sheets of the large hotel bed were tossed and askew, especially on James’ side of the bed.

Geno pounded at the door, which caused Ali some concern. She wiped her hair away from her face and saw the green digital numbers on the bedside clock. 7:15 AM.

“Shit.”

She turned and shook James on the shoulder as he lay on his stomach. “James, wake up.”

“Tired…” he mumbled, pressing his face into the pillow.

“No, wake up – you have to leave.”

“Why?” He lifted his face up, a crease mark along his cheek from how he’d been laying. “What time is it?”

Geno pounded on the door again. “NEALSY. LETS GO.”

“Fuck, is that Geno?”

Ali was already up, grabbing anything to put on over her naked body to go answer the door. The best she could do was grab one of the sheets that was nearly off the bed anyways.

“Coming!” she yelled, wrapping it sloppily around her. Tippy-toeing over, she held the sheet with one hand and opened the door with the other. “Why, good morning, Evgeni.”

“Oh.” He stared down at Ali wrapped in her sheet. "Ohhh."

She smiled guiltily. “What can I say.”

Geno appeared quite pleased with her and his giant grin proved it.

“Hey G – gimme two minutes” James yelled from around the corner.

Inviting himself in, Geno went around to find James, who had barely gotten his dress pants on from the night before, trying to button them as quickly as he could.

“Why didn’t you fucking call me?”

“I DID. Look at your phone!”

James grabbed his watch and his wallet from the table, flipped through the loose sheets laying around, desperately trying to find his shirt. Geno stood there texting Sid on his phone, letting him know that he’d finally gotten James up.

“How late is he?” Ali asked, shuffling into the main area.

“Only half hour” Geno answered, his eyes still on his phone.

"Babe." She pointed at the dresser on the opposite side of the room.

James looked over and spotted his shirt hanging off the corner and he quickly slipped it on. He did the buttons with speed while Ali went into the bathroom. She knew what was coming next. Before he even entered, she came out, holding up both her hands, which were dripping wet.

“Bend” she said.

James bent forward and she ran her hands through his already disheveled hair, getting it just the way he liked…or as close to it.

“I love you” he said, one hand holding her by the neck as he kissed her.

Geno tapped him on the back. “Gotta go.”

“Thank you” James whispered.

“Thank you.” Ali touched his cheek and smiled. “Now go, before Bylsma hates me more than he already does right now.”

One last kiss, then James and Geno bolted out of the door.

* * *

When James got on the bus, he was still wearing the same clothes. He didn't have any time at all to do much of anything besides grab his shit from his room and go. Luckily for him, since he stayed in Ali’s room all night, he hadn’t gotten much out of his suitcase in the first place. He just quickly tossed what he could inside, zipped it up, and was out the door with Geno in minutes.

However, it didn’t save him from the intense amount of razzing the guys did the minute they saw him get on the bus.

“Holy shit, what happened to you?” Beau yelled from near the back.

“Got in a pretty nasty fight with a fox” James answered. He sat down heavily next to Geno in the only two seats that were free. He took the time now to button the rest of his shirt and tuck it into his pants. Next came the tie; also the same as the one he wore after the game.

“Wait…wait…” Bortuzzo leaned across the aisle and sniffed him obnoxiously. “I didn’t know a fox smelled like pussy?”

James shoved him, then went back to tying his tie. If he wasn’t in such a great mood following his night with Ali, he’d be all over these douchebags.

“Hey Nealer!?”

“What, Flower.”

“Hey, did you happen to see if the fox was shaved, or did it have all its fur—“

“Fuck you, man.” James couldn’t help laughing when he said this. He glanced back to see Fleury wagging his tongue while Sid sat beside him laughing as well. Shaking his head, he faced forward and finished doing up his tie.

“Hey Nealer!?”

James groaned. “What, Duper.”

“Did you happen to approach the fox from the front or the back when you came upon it?”

Geno was glancing back towards where all the chirping was coming from, laughing his ass off. James let his head fall back against the headrest, joining in the laughter at his expense. He was still chuckling when Bylsma got on the bus.

“So do we have everyone?” He smirked directly at James.

“Present and accounted for, Coach.”

“Good. I trust you got plenty of sleep?”

The other guys on the bus laughed. Even Bylsma cracked a grin, the corners of his eyes creasing from behind his glasses.

“The required 8 hours” James replied with a smile.

Dan gave him a solid nod, then took his seat in the front with the other coaches. Geno nudged James in the side.

“When you leave bar last night?”

James closed his eyes, head still against the headrest as he felt the wheels beneath them rolling. “I don’t know, really…I was pretty drunk.”

“You go back to room at all?”

“No.” He shot Geno a sideways glance. “Why?”

Geno shrugged. “No reason. You have fun?”

James pointed at his attire. “What do you think?” Just then, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. What he didn’t realize, as he went to check it, was how many messages he’d missed over the course of the evening and through the night. Shit, either my attention was seriously devoted solely to Ali, or I was drunker than I thought.

He was thinking a combination of both as he scrolled through his missed messages: Mike, Pete, Rebecca, a missed call from his parents, a missed call from a few others in the league, and his Nan. All congratulating me, I’m sure. It was nice to know he had such a strong support group.

But nothing topped his congratulations he received that night, which was just the person who was texting him then.

A:Did you make it? Please say yes. :(

James hadn’t even really had time to think about how amazing the night had been. With the rush of the morning and just trying to get where he needed to be, he could finally absorb all the great moments he and Ali shared.

J:Yes. Told them I got into a fight with a fox. Think they bought it.

A:Like hell they did. Dork.

He chuckled.

J: Sorry to leave you like that. You know I’d never do that if I didn’t have to, right?

He did feel bad. When he thought about it, it actually made him feel the way he used to…before Ali. The way he wanted nothing to do with anyone he woke up next to the morning following a hookup. The buzz in his hands brought his thoughts back to the girl who’d changed all that.

A: I know that, babe. And I think you knew I did. Just relax and get home safe.

He closed his eyes and thought back to Ali laughing while he was still hard inside her. She doesn’t believe me when I say it, but she really is perfect.

James sent her one last text: I’ll have the house ready for you when you get home, and then it’s all about you. My treat. Love you.

Notes

Sorry for leaving you guys hanging on that last chapter! Hopefully this makes up for it. ;)