Off Season (Off 5.5)

I just woke up and even though I know you're still sleeping, because it's only 4AM there, I just wanted to let you know that I think you may have ruined me. I know you're a morning person, and that you'll probably be getting up in a few hours. I also know you have a home game today, and I plan on watching it at The Hibernian. Thus, you are busy and I don't expect a response back, so just take this email for what it is... simply a way to say... Damn... that was fun. Can we do it again sometime?

Don't feel compelled to answer back right away. As I said, I know you're busy today and your head should be in the game, not thinking about the things we did last night.

I, on the other hand, think I shall just lay here in bed (I'm still naked, you know?) and think about all the things you said to me last night, the way you made me feel, and the things you made me do.

Yes, those are my plans for today.

Yours,

Cady

I read quickly back over my email, blushing at my forward nature, and feeling my blood warm up from remembering what Zane and I did last night. Hitting send, I put my laptop down beside me on the bed and burrow back under the covers.

Yes, I'm still naked, because I had stripped down to nothing last night. I did that because Zane demanded I do that, and how could I say "no" to that rough-timbered voice and husky tone?

Zane threw me off-kilter for a moment when he had asked me what I was wearing. I was lying back on my couch and cast my eyes downward, taking in the black leggings and long, cream-colored sweater along with my purple Doc Marten's.

Definitely not sexy but I told him exactly what I was wearing. He replied, "Get naked and get in bed. I'll call you back in five minutes."

Then he hung up on me.

I stared at my phone for a few moments, frozen in place. He wanted me to get naked? Then he hung up on me?

Shaking my head in confusion, but completely hypnotized by his commanding words and sexy voice, I walked back to my bedroom and stripped down. I climbed under my covers and felt completely awkward because I never sleep naked. Not unless I spend an unbelievably exhausting sex-filled night with a gorgeous hockey player who gave me so many orgasms that I didn't have the strength to pull on my pajamas.

True to his word, Zane called back at the five-minute mark.

"Hello?" I said stupidly, even though I knew it was him.

"Are you naked?" he growled into the phone.

"Yes," I whispered, feeling my body start to heat up, beginning in that area right between my legs.

"So am I," he murmured, and my phone chimed with an incoming text. "Put your phone on speaker and then look at what I just sent you."

Swallowing hard, I did as he asked and had no doubt he heard my startled gasp when I pulled up the photo he texted me.

It was of Zane... gloriously naked and sprawled on his bed. It was a selfie and I couldn't see everything, but he took it by holding the phone out to the side and I could see his hard chest, cut abs, and the slope of his ass as it rested on his mattress. A bit of his thigh, and yes... right there in the bottom left corner of the screen, his hugely erect cock sticking straight up with his other hand wrapped around it. His face was turned toward the camera and his eyes were dark and heavy, lasered into me as I stared at the photo.

The warmth between my legs went nuclear, and my empty hand strayed down my stomach.

"Send me a picture," Zane said.

"No," I said, my hand stopping midway. "I can't."

"You can," he asserts.

"I won't."

"You will."

I didn't say anything... just stared at the sinful beauty of Zane Kavanaugh, aching to be there with him.

"Please," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

There was no way I could resist his need, so I kicked off the covers, pulled up my camera app, and positioned the camera. I arched my back a little to push my breasts out and sucked in my stomach but, just before I snapped the picture, Zane said, "Make sure your face is in it."

My heart stuttered... this man... he wanted to see my face. I knew he wanted to see my naked body, but it was important for him to see my face. I almost swooned at the thought.

I readjusted the camera angle, and before I could chicken out, snapped the photo, hoping my expression wasn't too dorky.

Quickly texting the photo, I laid back on the bed and just gazed at his picture a bit more. Zane was quiet. Then he sucked in a harsh breath and murmured, "Fucking beautiful."

I smiled... my soul feeling warmed by the reverence in his voice as he looked at my photo.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do, baby," Zane said, and I pushed myself up a little higher on my pillows in anticipation. "We're going to come together, but we're going to do this slowly. I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do, and in case you're wondering, I'm going to be telling you to touch your body. I'm also going to tell you how to do it... exactly as I'll be envisioning it while I look at this sexy-as-fuck photo of you. Okay?"

My legs kicked at the remaining covers over me, baring my body to the cool air.

"Can I tell you what to do to your body?" I asked, my voice coming out raspy because my throat went dry the minute he said we were going to come together.

"Not this time, baby," he said, and I could imagine the gentle smile on his face. "I just want you to lay back, enjoy, and do what I tell you. Trust me... it's going to get me off too, but this is my show right now."

"Okay," I said in complete capitulation.

I put the phone down on the pillow near my head so I could hear him, freeing up both my hands. Because something told me... I'd need both my hands.

Then Zane started talking... his voice low, soft... sexy as hell. He gave me excruciating detail as to what he wanted me to do to my body, demanding every so often that I tell him what I was feeling. His words were filthy, causing my breath to come out in sharp little bursts and my hips to undulate off the bed. He could hear my reactions and every once in a while, he'd let his own groan slip out, so I knew that he was getting close as well.

And just as he said... our sexual synchronization was perfect and we came blissfully together. He gave a hoarse shout and cursed while I moaned long and low, my toes literally curling because the pleasure was so intense.

Both of us panted softly for a while, coming down off the climactic high.

"Did that feel good, Cady?"

My hand reached for the phone and I turned the speakerphone off, bringing it to my ear. "Amazing. You?"

"That was the hardest I ever came by my own hand before. Didn't think that was even possible."

I giggled and tucked one hand behind my head. "I've never done anything like that before. It was so awkward at first, but then I just got lost in your voice and everything became so intense."

"Next time, you'll get to lead."

"Let's get that puppy scheduled," I said with a laugh.

He chuckled into the phone, and then his voice dipped again... so fucking hot. "Next time, we should do that on Skype."

"No way," I exclaimed, my face burning over the thought of him watching me on video.

"Yes," he asserted.

"I can't."

"You can."

"I won't."

"Oh, you definitely will," he said ominously, and I knew damn well that I would.

Both of us were silent again, and the reality started to sink into me. I just had amazing phone sex, and yet... that was all I'd ever have with Zane. A wave of blue-tinged dejection washed over me, and tears even started misting my eyes.

"So, when are you coming to visit?" Zane says out of the blue. "Thanksgiving weekend would be great because we've got a home game the day after Thanksgiving that you could come to. I'd love for you to watch me play live."

"Visit?" I asked, not in surprise at the idea, because we had talked about it before via email. But rather more like a light bulb sort of went on and chased away my depression. "Yeah... I think I could swing that. Let me check the cost of flights, and as you suggested, I could fly out on Thursday... maybe even Wednesday if I cut my classes."

Zane laughed. "I'm such a bad influence on my girl."

Smiling, I twirled a finger in my hair. "Is that what I am? Your girl?"

"Yeah, Cady... that's what you are. From the moment I first fucked you."

Chapter 10

Zane

November 27, 2014

My nerves are buzzing as I stand in the airport lobby, watching the flow of people that come down an escalator from the upper level. I know Cady's flight landed fifteen minutes ago, and I know she's only bringing a carry-on, so I surmise that she'll be coming down that escalator probably any moment now.