Overtime: A Moo U Hockey Romance

by Kat Mizera

  I dragged my mouth from her luscious lips and gently nudged her onto her back.

  “Can I undress you?” I asked.

  She nodded and I yanked the nightgown up and over her head. I let it fall to the floor as I looked at her in nothing but that sexy little thong, and my brain momentarily shorted out.

  “Fuckkk…” I drew out the word because I wanted to burn this memory into my subconscious, so I’d never, ever forget what she looked like as she gave herself to me. I’d been telling myself to go slow because there was so much at stake in both our lives, but it was impossible at this point. I’d wanted her from the first time I saw her, but having her like this was so much better than anything I’d fantasized about that first night on the dance floor.

  “We should, um, talk about—” I tried to focus on safety and protection, but Ellie, as always, was a step ahead of me.

  “You have condoms, yes?” Her bright blue eyes burned up into mine.

  “Yes.”

  She reached up and wound her arms around my neck. “Then shut up and kiss me.”

  She didn’t have to ask me twice. I drove my tongue into her mouth and forgot all about the other things I’d wanted to do first. Like sucking on those pert little nipples or sliding my tongue inside her slick pussy. There was no time for any of it, though, because she was pushing at my jeans and I somehow managed to get them down and off, taking my boxers with them.

  Now there was nothing between us but that little triangle of silk from her thong, and I reached down, flicking the strip along her hip until the fabric gave way. My mouth never left hers, our tongues brushing insistently as she tangled her fingers in my hair.

  “Do it,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see what it’s like.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “Fu-uckkkk…” That seemed to be one of the only words I was capable of tonight. I reached for my jeans, fumbling to find the condom I’d stuffed in my pocket, and moved away from her long enough to slide it down my aching shaft. Then I was between her legs, the tender skin of her thighs brushing the outside of my legs. God, she was beautiful, and never more so than right now.

  I lined myself up at her slick entrance and paused again, looking down into her pretty face. Then I pressed forward with one slow but firm thrust. And slid all the way in. She clenched around me and I nearly lost my mind. It was so tight, she was practically strangling my cock, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to last longer. This was the very best kind of torture and I pulled back enough to give me room to move.

  “You okay?” I rasped, managing to open my eyes long enough to look into hers.

  “Yesss…” She leaned her head up for a soul-bending kiss that scorched me from the inside out. “More.” That last word was a breath against my mouth but that’s all it took.

  I picked up speed and angled my hips, going harder and deeper each time I bottomed out. Her legs wound around my back and her nails dug into my skin.

  “Oh god, Patrick, more!”

  There was no stopping now and I let go of all my inhibitions. She was tight and wet and arching up to meet my every thrust. She took greedy pulls from my tongue, matching the rhythm of my cock, and my body took over. I slid my hands under her ass to lift it for maximum penetration and within a few more strokes, I felt fire shooting down my spine, my balls starting to tingle. I was so damn close but I needed her to get off first because her pleasure was more important than mine.

  “Patrick!” Her shriek caught me off guard, but the look on her face told me she was close. I barely noticed the pain of her nails digging into my forearms as I shifted, looking for the spot that would set her off, and out of nowhere, her body tensed and arched up. “Yes-yes-yes-yes!” She bucked beneath me, her orgasm bringing on mine, and I rode her like a fucking bronco. She was tight and hot and convulsing around me, each ripple setting off another round of spasms that had us both gasping for air.

  “Holy shitballs,” she whispered, her face nestled in the hollow of my shoulder as I collapsed on top of her. “Is it always like that?”

  “Mostly.” I kissed her shoulder. “But I have to say that was pretty fucking amazing for your first time. Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “I have an IUD, so my hymen probably was broken when they put it in.”

  “You have an IUD?” I frowned. “But you weren’t sexually active?”

  “My mother is nothing if not prepared,” she muttered. “She wanted to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid that might derail my future as a doctor.”

  “Like getting pregnant.”

  She nodded, her arms still tightly wound around me.

  “Your mom is something.” I shifted, slowly pulling out. “Let me go clean up. I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.”

  I padded into the bathroom and just as I was about to take it off, I noticed the condom had a tear in it.

  Shit!

  It took a second for me to remember Ellie had an IUD, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d never had a condom break before, which was probably a testament to how hard I’d gone at Ellie. I should have been gentler, but she’d begged for me and it had been fucking awesome.

  “So another first, babe,” I called out to her as I finished up.

  “Hmm?” She looked up and I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her before crawling under the covers with her.

  “We broke the condom. That’s never happened to me before.”

  She grimaced. “Well, thank god for my mom then, I guess.”

  “First time for everything,” I chortled.

  She burrowed into my arms and wound her legs through mine. Our bodies fit together perfectly and I had zero urge to move. Usually after sex, I either fell asleep or got antsy, and I didn’t feel either of those things right now. Ellie’s warm, curvy body was pressed against mine, her silky hair draped over one arm, and there didn’t seem to be any rush to do anything but languish in postcoital comfort.

  We must have dropped off to sleep because the next time I opened my eyes, it was five in the morning. My stomach was rumbling since we’d skipped both dinner and tutoring, but looking at Ellie’s beautiful body made me forget all about food. Last night I’d planned to kiss every inch of her soft skin but she’d derailed that plan, so I would make it up to her—and myself—now.

  I dipped my head beneath the covers and moved between her legs. I hadn’t had a chance to see much last night so I took my time now, touching her most intimate places with gentle fingers since she was still asleep. Her pussy was pink and inviting, like the petals of a flower opening for the first time in spring. I dipped my head and used the tip of my tongue to get my first taste.

  Oh, yeah, this was going to be epic. She tasted like bourbon and salt water and sex, which were three of my favorite fucking things in the world. I scooted down as far as I could and then dove in, starting with light kisses on her mound while I traced a line up her slit with one finger. She shifted, a soft sigh coming from her, and I smiled to myself. I stroked her clit with my tongue, circling and teasing until she arched up into my face.

  “Patrick…” Her voice was breathy, sleepy, but full of wonder.

  I slid a finger inside of her as I continued to focus my attention on her clit, and she was already soaked. Her lips quivered prettily as I licked them, and when I slid my tongue inside of her, the moan that escaped her chest was long and low. She was going to come any second now, so I slowed down and went back to her clit.

  “Patrick, please… Oh shit, please!”

  I picked up the pace again, unable to refuse her, and pushed two fingers inside of her. She was small and tight but clenched around me like a little vise, her hips rising and falling as I finger-fucked her. When I flattened my tongue against her clit, she clasped her hands over her mouth to cover her scream, her lower body bucking against me, soaking my face with her arousal.

  “Fuckkkk…” She mimicked my use of the word last night, drawin
g it out as she dropped an arm over her face. “What was that? Is that how you wake someone up? By giving them an orgasmic heart attack?”

  I chuckled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “If you want.”

  “God, yes. Yes, every damn day.” She tugged me up to her face and kissed me, sucking on my tongue and pressing those sweet tits against my chest. “Fuck me, Patrick.”

  “Yes.” I fumbled on the floor to find my bag and grab another condom, and then I was inside of her for the second time in I didn’t know how many hours. I rolled onto my back, taking her with me, and settled her on top. “Ride me, baby. The pressure is different in this position.”

  “Oh, wow.” Her eyes rounded a little as she sank down all the way. “It feels so good.”

  “Uh-huh.” I put my hands on her hips and gently lifted her. “Just like that. Find your rhythm.”

  She was as quick a learner in bed as she was everywhere else and didn’t hesitate to start gyrating on my lap. I ran my thumbs back and forth over her nipples, watching as they hardened and peaked, pinching them until she gasped. But her pussy clenched around me tighter than ever, so I knew she liked it. She was stretched around my cock tightly and I felt every miniscule movement, how she clenched when I hit certain spots. She was so damn responsive and I let her have her way with me because watching her discover her sexuality was fucking amazing. She lifted and lowered, circling a little as she explored what felt good. Watching my cock disappear inside of her over and over was more than I could stand, though. It was truly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

  Color exploded behind my eyelids as my orgasm raced down my spine unexpectedly. I growled, pumping harder inside of her even as I pinched her clit. And then there was nothing but lightning, shooting between us, around us, all over us. It was all but electrocuting me as she exploded over me.

  When she finally dropped down to rest her chest against mine, I squeezed her tighter, holding on to the feeling of being buried to the hilt, her warmth enveloping me.

  “This is way more fun than statistics,” she whispered.

  16

  Ellie

  With Patrick away with the team the following weekend, I distracted myself from how horny I was by studying and then hanging out with Chastity on Saturday afternoon. I’d been thinking about putting a few streaks of hot pink in my hair, so we went to the drugstore to see if we could find some. She opened a bottle of prosecco once we got back to her place so I told her all about my sexcapades with Patrick, and by the time we finished it, I was tipsy enough to pull out the bottle of pink dye. I didn’t drink very often, but Chastity and I had gotten drunk together on a few occasions and she’d taught me to love both prosecco and the buzz I got from it.

  We opened a second bottle and examined the instructions on the package of dye.

  “Looks easy enough,” she said.

  “Let’s do it.”

  It took about an hour, but when we were done, I loved it. I stared in the mirror, taking in the two streaks. I’d done one in the front, so it fell over my face, and the second on the left side. Both were thick and chunky, and the color stood out against my honey-colored hair.

  “You think Patrick will like it?” she asked, twirling a hot pink lock around her finger.

  “As long as we’re naked, I don’t think he’ll care.”

  “It’s not just sex, is it?”

  “No.” I smiled. “There’s a lot more than sex going on between us, but since my experience is limited to just him, it’s possible I’m wrong.”

  “He adores you,” she said, smiling back at me. “And my only experience with boyfriends is Dylan, but I know he loves me.”

  “You and Dylan were friends for a long time first. Patrick and I have barely known each other a month.” I picked up the second bottle and poured what was left into our glasses. “And no one’s used the L-word or anything crazy like that.”

  “But do you?”

  “Love him?” I flung myself onto the couch and let my head fall back against the cushions. “My analytical mind says no, that it’s way too soon. My heart, on the other hand, says I’m an idiot and repeatedly tells my mind to shut the fuck up.”

  Chastity laughed, sitting on the other end of the couch. “Does your mom know you have a boyfriend?”

  “My mom and I haven’t spoken since the night she told me she was taking the car.”

  “If you ever need to go anywhere, I can take you in Dylan’s truck.”

  “I’ve been okay so far, but thanks.” I drank some more prosecco. “I don’t think she believes I’m never going home.”

  “Never? Holidays? Nothing?”

  “I’m tired of the pressure, Chastity. It’s all I’ve ever known and just once, I want to feel not just happy, but free.”

  “Does Patrick make you feel free?”

  “God, yes.” I stared up at the ceiling. “Can I tell you a secret?”

  “Of course.”

  “I hate computer science.”

  Her eyes met mine and she blinked. “You, um, what?”

  “I chose it just to piss off my mom. I mean, there’s aspects of it that are great, but I miss science. Sitting at my desk coding all day is boring as fuck.”

  “So…what are you going to do?”

  “I don’t know. I’m already in the program and I’m pretty sure what I have now would translate to a master’s degree by the end of the semester, but I don’t know if any of it would transfer over to biology, which is what I want. I really fucked up with the direction I went.”

  “So stop pussyfooting around and go into biotechnology, which is what you want.” She knew me well and I sighed.

  “I know. I’ve just made a mess of things because I was so determined to thwart my parents’ efforts to get me into medical school. Now I’m doing something that I like but don’t love, and it’s time for me to make some hard decisions.”

  “What does Patrick say?”

  “I haven’t told him this part of it. I mean, he knows I’m bored with coding all day, but not why I chose it or that I want to switch majors. Again.”

  “The school will work with you,” Chastity said firmly. “Dr. Lancet loves you. Why haven’t you talked to him?”

  I shrugged. “Maybe a little afraid he would be mad at me for leaving the biology department and defecting over to computers.”

  She shook her head. “He’s spent the last thirty years in academia, watching young minds grow and mature—I’m willing to bet you’re not the first shining star to stray off a path and then go back.”

  I yawned and downed the rest of my glass of prosecco. “You’re probably right.”

  With both bottles empty, we dozed off on opposite ends of the couch, which was how Dylan found us when he got back from wherever he’d been.

  “You two obviously cannot be left unsupervised,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Lucky for you, dinner’s cooking and you two are awake.”

  “Hi.” Chastity smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her.

  They were so cute together, I loved watching them. It made me miss Patrick, though, and I couldn’t wait until he got home tomorrow afternoon.

  I met Patrick at the dining hall for dinner the next night since the team’s flight from Minnesota had been delayed and he didn’t get back to campus until almost five. He scooped me up for a kiss and then grinned.

  “Pink hair. I like it.”

  “Do you?” I asked, biting my lip. “Or is it too much?”

  “Too much what? Color? It’s hot.” He looped an arm around my shoulders as we walked inside.

  “I’ve wanted to do it for a long time, but my mom always said no and then I kind of didn’t have the nerve… Like, what would people think?”

  “Well, you don’t have to worry about what I think. You’re hot no matter what color your hair is.”

  “So…Mohawk would be okay?”

  He shrugged. “Sure. We could do it so your pubes match too.”

  I snickered. “Let�
�s leave my pubes alone.”

  “Like I said, that’s all up to you. I don’t care one way or the other.”

  “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

  We got our food and sat in a booth in the back. I toyed with mine, distracted by a lot of different things, so I hadn’t realized Patrick was watching me.

  “Something going on with you?” he asked after a moment, his eyes meeting mine.

  I smiled. “Yeah. Kinda. School stuff.”

  “Still hating the project you’re working on?”

  “I hate sitting there coding all day,” I said after a moment. “I miss the lab. The biology department.”

  “So go back to it.”

  “It’s not that simple.”

  “How come? Can’t you switch majors?”

  “I’m in a graduate program. You can’t just say, okay, I’m bored now, let’s try something else. Especially when you’re on a scholarship.”

  “Well, there have to be options. Is there an advisor you can talk to?”

  “You sound like Chastity. And yes, there is. I’m going to stop by his office tomorrow. Dr. Lancet was my favorite undergrad professor and my advisor while I was a biology major.”

  “You should definitely talk to him and get some options.”

  “I just don’t know what I want, so it’s hard to talk about options.”

  “Sounds to me like you know exactly what you want, you just don’t want to tell your mom because she’ll say I told you so.”

  “Oh, no!” I said quickly. “I have zero interest in medical school. I want to work in a lab, and maybe teach on the side, but I don’t want to be any form of medical doctor. I want a Ph.D., not an M.D.”

  “Straight biology or biotech?”

  I sighed. “And that’s the problem. I don’t know. I haven’t narrowed down my focus, so I didn’t want to go to Dr. Lancet until I could tell him exactly what I wanted.”

  “Isn’t that the purpose of college, to help you figure that out?”