Forbidden Puck: A Hockey Romance

by June Winters

  Chapter 16

  Waited This Long

  Radar

  I was sure I could stop before things got too far. She was a virgin and I wasn't going to be the one to steal that from her. Just a goodnight kiss, just one little kiss, to get it out of our system. A taste would hold me over, right? I mean, I wasn't going to actually try to sleep with Lance's little sister … right?

  But, fuck, Ella's lips felt so right against mine. I loved kissing her, I loved the way she smelled, the way she tasted, the way she writhed and moved against my body. God, this was exactly what I was fantasizing about all night, whether or not I even knew it myself …

  The soft little moans she made sent tingles down my spine. I knew I wanted her, of course I did! Those sounds of hers, those gasps and sighs, well, they made my balls heavy and I needed to touch her all over. I loved the weight of her tits in my hand, and wondered what they'd look like if I could get her out of that dress. I wanted to feel the damp warmth of her breath against my neck, as she screamed in orgasm—

  No, Radar, don't think like that.

  Still. We couldn't stop. I wasn't sure where we were heading, but I knew it wasn't good.

  She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. Even through my trousers, I could feel her blistering heat, calling for my cock like a siren's song.

  Oh my God. Her pussy's so hot.

  I couldn't help myself. I had to stop. Had to stop, before it was too late.

  I tried. “I—I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do,” I said.

  But she took my hand and lowered it to her legs.

  Oh, wow, okay.

  I couldn't control myself anymore. My hands, with a mind of their own, traveled up her legs. She wanted it, she opened her thighs for me, and I touched her panties. Stunned, my mouth fell open. She'd completely soaked her panties. Sweltering waves of her animal heat radiated against my fingers, daring me to enter her and see just how hot and tight she really was.

  And any restraint I might've had left just went flying out the window.

  I threw myself into her, and my fingers quickly found their way under her panties. She was shaven, completely smooth, and so moist my fingers glided across her wetness. Her blazing heat grew hotter as I neared her slit.

  “I need to taste you,” I roared.

  She nodded, and I slipped right off the couch and onto the floor.

  I pulled her to the edge of the couch. She hiked up her dress and spread her legs. I grabbed hold of her white lace panties, pulled them down her legs, and tossed them thoughtlessly over my shoulder.

  “Your pussy's so pretty,” I told her. Actually, it was beautiful, a work of art. Her pussy was so pink, with the cutest folds that glistened with her wetness. I didn't feel like I deserved it, like any man deserved it.

  She didn't say anything, she just blushed. She was so cute. I knew she was a little shy, but then, she wanted this, too.

  Gently, carefully, I ran the tip of my tongue up her silk-smooth lips. Her taste could drive a man insane: sweet like strawberries, and an intoxicating touch of salt and spice.

  “You taste so fucking good, baby.”

  She made the cutest sounds, stunned little gasps and feather-delicate moans, as I traced her folds and began to tease her clit.

  I took my time. I wanted to savor her taste, her scent. But when her hips began to buck eagerly at my face, I knew what she wanted. I gave her my finger and gently pushed in, one torturous inch at a time.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned.

  When I tried to pull back out, she clamped herself tight on my finger, and I couldn't move an inch.

  “God, you're tight.”

  “Deeper,” she urged.

  I didn't have a choice.

  I finger-fucked her, slowly at first, but always building pace, always thrusting and licking with purpose.

  Soon, she had her hands on the back of my head. She pulled my face against her mound, grinding her pussy wildly all over my mouth, slathering her sticky juices all over my mouth and lips and nose.

  Her whole body trembled. “I'm coming!”

  I buried myself in her, licking and sucking and finger-fucking, until her gasps grew to a crescendo of screams. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Her limbs thrashed and flailed, and her pussy quivered on my finger. And then it was over, and she was a gasping, smiling heap sinking into the new leather couch.

  I pulled my finger out of her. It was covered in her cream. A primal urge possessed me and I sucked her juices right off my finger.

  “Ooh,” she cooed, “you're so dirty, Ryan.”

  “I love your taste.”

  Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip, and she looked like she was thinking something over, when she finally blurted it out: “Do you have a condom?”

  My manhood throbbed at the sound of those magic words.

  “In my bedroom,” I answered, stunned. Was she really serious?

  She jumped off the couch. “Let's go.”

  She grabbed my hand and led me to my room.

  My cock ached for her, but—fuck me if something about this situation didn't seem right. I shouldn't have her. I wasn't supposed to and I knew it.

  “Ella …” I trailed off.

  We stepped into my bedroom and she closed the door after me.

  “Ella … wait.”

  “I'm done waiting.” She spun around and showed me the back of her dress. “Unzip me, please?”

  With a conflicted knot in my throat, I pinched the tiny zipper between my thumb and finger and slowly pulled it down. She wiggled out of the dress, and the item fell to her ankles with a soft swish.

  She climbed into my bed, her hands covering her breasts, and waited for me to join her. “Well?”

  I took off my jacket, kicked off my shoes, and methodically took off the rest of my outfit. My boxers were the last item to go—and she licked her lips at the sight of my erect cock, freed from my boxers and swinging up and down.

  “Wow,” she gasped, her eyes running over me from head to toe. “You are so chiseled … and hung.”

  But I laid next to her with a heavy heart.

  She rolled onto her side, reached between my legs and found my cock. “God, it's so big,” she said with a wild look in her eyes. She wrapped her tiny hand around it and tugged. I gasped. It felt great. My throbbing cock was hard as steel—

  But still, she knew something was wrong. She could see it in my eyes.

  “You don't want me, do you,” she said sadly.

  I kissed the top of her head. “I do. So goddamn bad. More than I've ever wanted any woman.”

  “But you don't.”

  I let out a deep, mournful breath. “I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right. I shouldn't be your first, Ella.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you deserve better. You've waited this long.”

  “I'm tired of waiting.”

  “You won't be, when you meet someone worth your time.”

  She huffed. “How would you know?”

  “You're right. I wouldn't know. I've only had sex with women I don't care about, but … you're Lance's sister.”

  “Idiot,” she snarled. She struck her fist against my chest. “This is exactly why I kept trying to turn you down.”

  “I know. And you were right.”

  She hit me again. “You shouldn't have kissed me. I practically begged you not to.”

  “I'm sorry.”

  She hit me once more. “Why didn't you just leave me alone?”

  “I'm sorry, Ella. I fucked things up.”

  She pummeled her fist into my chest again and again. “I hate you, Ryan Ryder.”

  I grabbed her wrist and restrained her. “Don't say that.”

  She struggled against me. “Why shouldn't I?”

  “Because it's not true.”

  “I feel like such an ass! I'm naked in your bed, and you don't even want me. I've never felt so rejected in my life—”

 
; I silenced her with a kiss. Her lips yielded to mine, but I waited until she finally relented and let me kiss her. We kissed, long and deep, a real kiss, not one fueled by raw lust or carnal desire—but passion instead.

  And then we separated. I stroked the hair from her eyes and cupped her face with my hands.

  “Ella, believe me, it's not your fault. I told you, I want you more than I've ever wanted anybody.”

  She buried her face in my chest. “But I'm Lance's sister. His virgin sister.”

  I sighed. “Yeah.”

  “Then I should go,” she whispered.

  But I squeezed her against me. I couldn't let her go just yet. “Just a minute longer.”

  “Fine.” She rolled onto her side. “I want you to spoon me.”

  I didn't need to be told twice. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me. She nestled her body against me, until we were a perfect fit, like two puzzle pieces made for each other.

  But something was missing. We were too naked, too exposed. I pulled the bed sheets over us, and all felt right with the world.

  “Don't get too comfortable,” she warned me. “I can't fall asleep in here.”

  “Yeah. We definitely can't fall asleep like this. That'd be the last thing we need.” That's what I said, but I still pulled her even tighter against me. “Just a little bit longer.”

  I pressed my nose against her head. With every breath I took, the smell of her hair filled me.

  She smells so nice.

  I loved having my arms wrapped around her, the warmth of her body against me. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment just a little bit more.

  Chapter 17

  Wakey Wakey

  Ella

  I woke to the sound of a door slamming shut.

  My eyes shot open. Please tell me I imagined that. Please tell me that was a dream.

  Because sure enough, I'd fallen asleep in Ryan's bed. I was completely naked and snuggled up with Ryan's hulking arm wrapped tight around me.

  But my worst fears were confirmed when I heard Lance call, “Yoooooooo! I'm home!”

  Oh my God. Lance is home, and I actually fell asleep in Ryan's room.

  I knew this would happen. I knew it! Fuck!

  “Hello?” Lance called from the living room. “Ella? You here? Huh.”

  Ryan slept through it. I shook his great big body and spoke as quietly and urgently as I could.

  “(Radar! Wake up! Lance is home!)”

  His eyes bolted open with a look of terror.

  “Shit,” he whispered. He sat up in a panic. “This is bad. Real bad.”

  I raised my arms at him as if to say, well!?! What'd you think was going to happen?

  “I told you not to fall asleep!” I said.

  “I … I got too comfortable,” he mumbled.

  We heard Lance's footsteps. He was coming down the hallway—heading for us. “Radar? You up, buddy?”

  “You have to hide,” he whispered to me.

  “What?” I asked, appalled.

  Lance banged on the door. “Yo Radar. Wakey wakey! Don't be late for our morning skate!”

  Radar's eyes were huge. “(Quick! Hide!)”

  “(Where!?)”

  “(Under the bed!)”

  I hopped off the mattress and crawled underneath the bed. I immediately noticed Radar's snake-skin treasure chest—he'd moved it from the top of his dresser to under the bed after I noticed it? Why?

  But I didn't have much time to solve the mystery, as the bedroom door opened. I watched from beneath the bed as Lance's feet came into view.

  And—oh no—a green dress that laid right by door. My dress.

  Lance started to step into the room before Radar yelled, “I'm naked, bro, don't come in!”

  “Whoops, my bad.”

  I had a view of Radar's feet as he climbed out of bed. He stepped into the boxers he wore last night and pulled them up his legs.

  “(My dress, Radar, my dress!)” I tried to quietly warn him, but he didn't hear me.

  Radar opened the door and let Lance in. A nausea spoiled my stomach as I watched Lance step right over my dress.

  “What's up?” Radar asked him.

  Had he seen it? Did he know?

  “Just making sure you're up in time. We've gotta be at the morning skate in a few.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Thanks. I overslept.”

  “Yeah?” Lance asked, and I could hear his smile. “Must've been a good night, huh? You up pretty late?”

  “Heh, yeah … you know …”

  “So how was she?”

  “Who?” Radar asked, suddenly sounding guilty as hell. And I hoped that neither of them could hear the sound of my palm smacking my forehead from beneath the bed.

  “The puck bunny, duh,” Lance said. “Who else?”

  “Oh, ha, right. Yeah man. She was uh … incredible.”

  “Did you go to her place or bring her back here?”

  “Her place,” Radar said huskily.

  “Ha! You liar,” Lance said with a great glee in his voice. “Did you forget something last night? A little piece of evidence, maybe?”

  “Wha'?” Radar stammered.

  “There's a pair of white panties lying in the living room. Yeahhhh! That's right. You're so busted, dude.”

  A flashback from last night played in my head: Radar pulling my panties down my leg and tossing them over his shoulder. Neither of us had remembered to pick it up afterward.

  Oh my God, we're so caught.

  Lance continued. “You're fuckin' sick, by the way. And the boys on the team are gonna love hearing about this one: I buy a new couch, and you fuck some puck-slut on it in less than 24 hours?”

  A deep but silent breath spilled out of my lungs. He thinks those panties belong to someone else.

  “You're lucky I love you, Radar. But you know you owe me for that couch now, right? You christened it before I did, you fucker. First fucking night, too. I can't believe you.”

  “Heh … yeah. Sure. Sorry about that.” Radar gulped.

  “Did Honey Badger hear you guys?”

  “No … she was fast asleep …” Radar was desperate to change the subject. “But hey, how was your night?”

  “Great, great. Spent the night at Lindsay's. I finally tapped it, bro. Finally.”

  “You did?!”

  “Oh yeah. That fuckin' ass, man. It's unreal.” I heard the slap of Lance's back-hand on Radar's bare chest. “Let's just say, Sir Lancelot came-a-lot.”

  “Ew,” I whispered.

  Radar laughed, and Lance laughed, and they were slapping at each other, hoo boy, over how funny that terrible joke was.

  God, are hockey players even worse when they don't know a woman is around? That's great news …

  “Anyway, Radar, I'm gonna run across the street and grab us some coffee and doughnuts, but I wanted to make sure you were awake.”

  “Thanks bud. Appreciate it.”

  “Yup. Don't mention it.” My guts twisted with anxiety as Lance's shoe stepped right on my dress. He stopped walking, and slowly turned around. “Don't forget to pick those panties up, by the way. Because I ain't gonna touch them. And I don't want Honey Badger to see them, or you know she'll flip her shit and rant about what sleazy horn-dogs men are, blah, blah, blah.”

  “Right. I will. Sorry again.”

  “No prob.” Lance turned around, and his foot lifted off my dress. Radar must've noticed it now, because he put his foot on it and quickly scooted his leg backward. My dress swooshed across the floor, scooping up a bunch of under-the-bed dust-bunnies, before it hit me in the face.

  Gee. Thanks.

  Lance turned around again. “Hey, speaking of Honey Badger—you wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?”

  “Oh, yeah, um—she told me she was going to the gym.”

  “This morning?”

  “Yeah.”

  “She woke you up to tell you that? Huh. Weird. Anyway, I'm gonna go grab those doughnuts. I'll be right back.�
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  Radar shut the door after him. When we heard the sound of the front door open and shut, he crouched by the bed. “I'm sorry, Ella,” he said, extending his hand to me.

  “I think I meant it last night when I said I hate you,” I grumbled. I gave him my hand and he pulled me out.

  He nodded, wearing a frown. “Yeah, that's fine. I deserve that.”

  I clutched my dress over my body to hide my shame. “What do you keep in that box, anyway? I noticed you moved it.”

  “What box?” he asked.

  “Don't play dumb. The one that was on top of the dresser, but is now beneath your bed.”

  “Did you look inside it?” he asked as if he was accusing me of something.

  “Wow. No, I didn't, but it must be something sensitive.”

  “It's private. Don't look.”

  “Forget it. I don't care about the box. We've got bigger problems, like what do we tell Lance now?”

  “What do you mean? He doesn't suspect a thing. We stick to our story and we're fine.”

  “Yeah. He doesn't suspect a thing.” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “Until he wonders where I was sleeping while you were banging this 'puck-slut' on his new leather couch last night. You guys are fucking gross, by the way.”

  “Don't overthink it, Ella. You'll just say you were sleeping in Lance's bed. You went to bed early, and you didn't hear or see anything.”

  “You want me to lie, is what you're saying.” I tutted. “Did you not listen to what I told you last night? Don't you get it …?”

  He buried his face in his hands. “I know how important it is to you to be honest. Believe me, I get it.”

  “No you don't. Or you wouldn't be putting me in this position.”

  “Do you know how important my career is to me? If Lance finds out, he could have me shipped to some other team. Hell, I could end up in the AHL again! Ella, all I'm asking is that you make an exception. Just this once. Don't you believe that sometimes, a lie can be for a good cause? Like, if it helps somebody out?”

  “No, I don't believe that at all.”

  “Please, Ella. Hockey is all I've got.”

  “Then last night was a huge mistake for us both,” I said, seething. “You want me to lie for you? Fine. I will. But don't ever talk to me or ask me for anything again, because I swear you won't get a damned thing from me, Radar.”