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Stay, Stay, Stay

Chapter Six

“Hi,” he looked down at me smiling, his tall body leaning against the doorframe. “I wanted to see if you were alright.”

“Thank you,”I pulled my robe tighter around me and opened the door wider to let him in.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’ll listen if you want to.” He slipped off his shoes and moved past me, sitting on the edge of my unmade bed. I closed the door and turned off the bathroom light.

“I don’t really know what to say,” I admitted, sitting down next to him, resting my back against the wall.

“That’s okay,” he smiled reassuringly and placed his hand on my leg. “I just didn’t want you to be alone.”

“That’s really sweet,” I placed my hand on top of his. “I really appreciate it.”

“Truthfully, I didn’t really want to be alone either,” he admitted, looking down at his feet. “I like the company of other people,” he looked back up at me, his big brown eyes and full lips bewitching me.

“I do too,” I said quietly, I couldn’t coax any sort of intelligent response out of my mouth, I was too captivated by his presence in front of me, sitting on my bed.

“So I take it that was an ex?” He asked, I moved my hand from his to pull the top of my robe tighter, it had fallen open, revealing the tops of my breasts and a hint of black lace.

“We were together for four years,” I responded. He had moved his hand from my leg and was holding his hands in his lap. “We don’t really talk anymore.” I was still fixated on his lips, unsure of what to say. I didn’t want to get into it, I didn’t want to rehash my past to someone I wanted so desperately to be in my future.

“That’s rough,” he was looking directly at me, as the words tumbled quietly from his mouth.

“I’m okay with it,” I didn’t take my eyes of him, I couldn’t risk losing his gaze. “We have different lives now.”

“Do you like your new life with the team?” He asked, our eyes were locked.

“I do,” my heart was beating faster than it had in a long time. My stomach was trembling and I could feel the heat between my legs. I moved towards him slightly.

“Good,” his voice was low and breathy. He moved towards me, his hands on the bed in front of me.

“Yeah,” my voice was just as quiet, my body too preoccupied with the intense attraction to worry about producing full sounds. He moved closer towards me and I inched nearer to him.

“We want you to feel welcome,” He was still staring at me, I remained fixated on him, we were still about a foot away from each other. I bit my lip, tempting him to come closer, to make the move we both wanted. My hands were shaky and I couldn’t fully catch my breath.

I was about to respond when he closed the gap between us and put his right hand on my cheek, guiding my face towards him. His lips pressed against mine, I placed my shaking hands on his chest and leaned in closer to him. His lips moved slowly, taking my bottom lip between his as he wrapped his arms around me, resting his hands on my lower back.

Before I can fully grasp what is happening, he’s pulled me onto his lap, my robe slipping off of my shoulder while my arms wrap themselves around his neck. He’s kissing me harder now, his tongue running along my bottom lip. I open my mouth slightly, pulling us deeper into each other, our tongues gently brushing against one another His hand moves from my back under the fabric of my robe and delicately grazes my side. I shiver under his touch, skin on skin contact intoxicating my senses. He moves his hand up my side and cups my breast, I moan softly and pull myself even closer to him. The fingers of his right hand massage my lace covered breast as his left hand makes its way to the belt of my robe. I snake my hands up into his hair, he pulls one end of the belt, undoing the bow I had haphazardly tied when he knocked on the door. The robe slips further down my shoulders and I move my hands from his hair just long enough for it fall off of my body completely. He pulls his lips from mine to look at my body, barely clothed and begging for his attention. He grins and me, his eyes shining with anticipation and runs his hands along my abdomen.

“Fuck,” he whispers before I capture his lips with mine. His hands slip under my bra, completely engulfing my breasts. His fingers find my nipples and his lips move from mine to my neck. I moan breathlessly as he nips the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. I grind my pelvis into his, feeling the affects of his arousal under his jeans. I push my hands under his shirt, feeling his tight core muscles under my fingers. I move my hands up, motioning for him to take his shirt off. He breaks our contact for only a second while I pull it over his head, and quickly returns his attention to my lips. My hands on his chest I push him gently, suggesting we lay down. He takes my hint and falls back onto the soft bed, taking me with him. His firm hands move to my back and his fingers trying to unhook my bra. I move my hips, grinding against his prominent erection. He groans approvingly, his deep voice vibrating in his throat. The friction driving us both wild. I reach behind him to unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms and throwing to the side. His lips make their way back down my neck and to my now exposed breasts, devouring them with a sense of urgency. His thumbs and fingers lightly tweaking my already hardened nipples, while his lips kiss and nip at my pale exposed skin.

Our breathing is heavy as he pulls his lips from my breasts and flips me onto my back, his hands now bracing his body weight above me. He stares down at me, his eye clouded with lust. I reach down to the button of his jeans as he moves his lips back to their rightful position on mine. In and easy motion and undo the button and pull down the zipper, wrapping my legs around his hips and pushing the heavy fabric down with my feet. He lowered himself closer to me, his stiff erection pressing against my wet core, his boxer briefs and my lace underwear the only things separating us. I whimper as he pushes harder against me, the friction against my clit sending waves of pleasure through me. I dig my nails into his back lightly, drawing his lips closer to mine. I don’t know how much more I can handle, my body is aching for him, my centre throbbing and begging for his touch. He rolls to his side, taking me with him, our lips never separating from each other. He runs his hand down my stomach and stops above my hips, softly tracing the tips of his fingers along the edge of my underwear. I want him desperately, I want him completely. My skin is flushed and on fire under his touch, he pushes his hand under the fabric of my underwear and creeps down closer and closer to my pulsating clit. My body cries waiting for his touch but my mind starts spinning. I wonder how many girls he has done this with, and how this will effect my job. I want to be with him, I want his hands all over me. My mind races back to my conversation with Serena. I don’t want to be one of those girls who takes the opportunity just to say she’s slept with a hockey player. I had no problem with women who had one night stands, but that wasn’t me. I needed more from him. I broke our kiss and pushed him away. He looked and me hurt, pulling his hand out from between my legs.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, his voice husky and low.

“I’m sorry,” I get up, leaving him half naked on the bed and hastily make my way to the bathroom. Humiliation floods over me. When he kissed me I was so overwhelmed by desire I didn’t think about our real lives. Our jobs, my emotional state. I slid against the back of the door to the floor. I sat with my head in my hands, my bare skin goose-bumped from the cold air.

“Beatrice?” He knocked softly on the door. I groaned, too embarrassed to face him. “Can you open the door?” I didn’t move. “I’m sorry if I pushed you too far,” he pleaded with me, his voice was thick with worry and guilt. “Can we talk about it? I really don’t want to leave you here.”

I sighed and got up from the floor. I was going to have to face him eventually and the longer I sat on the floor the worse it was going to be. I covered my exposed breasts with one arm and unlocked the door, quickly folding my other arm over them too before he opened the door. “Okay,” I called to him softly.

He opened the door and stood in front of me still in his boxer briefs. His hair was rumpled from my hands and his face was flushed. I’d seen him shirtless more than once, but still couldn’t get over his bare chest as he stood in front of me. “I’m sorry,” he looked at me with sad eyes.

“You didn’t do anything,” I shook my head embarrassed. “This is my problem.” His erection was fading, but still prominent under the tight fabric of his underwear. His face was still concerned, I could tell he didn’t believe me. “I promise,” I reassured him.

Sidney opened his broad arms, ushering me towards him. I pressed my body against his, my bare chest against his, our arms around each other. My head fit under his chin as he held me close to him, his strong body holding me together. I sighed, letting myself relax and take in the feeling of our skin on skin contact. His groin against my stomach I could feel his erection returning to its former state. I laughed and looked up at him.

“Really?” I giggled.

He looked at me amused. “You’re not wearing a shirt,” he smirked.

We made our way back to the bed and crawled under the covers. I’d put on a shirt, but was more than pleased when he opted to stay in his boxers. He could tell I didn’t want to be alone and flicked on the TV while we lay in bed. I’d made it clear that I didn’t want to talk about it and I snuggled against him, his arms wrapped around me, cradling me from behind. The steady rhythm of his breathing lulling me into a comfortable dreamworld, I drifted off to sleep as EPSN played the highlights from the game earlier that night for the third time.

Notes

Writing this sort of scene has never been my forte, needless to say there was a lot of blushing going on over here.(if you have any tips, hollar at me! I'm going to need them)
While I can't guarantee I will ever post 2 days in a row again, I couldn't wait to write this. I really really really love all the feedback I'm getting. Don't worry there is a method to Beatrice's (or my) madness. xx T

Comments

This was so good!!! I was in tears at the end when thinking about Sid retiring haha

Court31 Court31
2/17/21

Beautiful story.

Aleja21 Aleja21
10/29/18

This story was great and very relatable because of the beliefs that Bea and I share. You really captured the struggle of being in a relationship and making a marriage work. Keep up the good work and don't stop writing. :)

RoxPensChick RoxPensChick
9/17/17

@melindaone
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! Thanks for sticking through and reading :D :D



TheoAirplane TheoAirplane
9/11/17

Well, that was sooo good. I loved their story. I still do. Their love, strenght, humor..this all made me fall in love. So thank you for a chance to be a part of K.C. family.

melindaone melindaone
9/8/17