Captain's Curvy Puck (Locker Room 2)

- CHAPTER EIGHT -

Ellie

I look into the mirror and run a hand over my stomach, staring back at myself with a sideways twist. Every girl has to check how curvy their ass looks in their dress, right? Well, mine always pops. And it’s fucking amazing.

Miles’ instructions were simple: ‘elegant, but sexy. I know you won’t have any trouble with that, though.’

I’ve been to gala events, charity raffles and fancy functions before. But none of them have felt like this.

If what the news outlets are saying is true, this might be my only chance to stand side by side with the man I’ve fallen so deeply in love for. If Miles decides to deal a crushing blow to my heart, and moves cities, I’m not going to stand in his way. He’s worked so fucking hard to get where he is in his career, so to have one final shot at a big contract, it’s the least he deserves.

My phones buzzes on the bed, and when I open the message, an excited flutter makes my tummy turn. I think its excitement making me feel nauseous... My stomach is still feeling the effects of whatever bad bug I’ve eaten, but there’s no fucking way I’m missing this event.

Hazel: Don’t forget to send me a pic babe!

I smile and hold my phone up to take a quick selfie in the mirror to send it to my best friend.

My emerald-green gown is hugging my figure, falling just short of my knees. Black heels make my legs appear three times longer than they really are, and my hair holds curls in tight ringlets. I’ve spent the last hour perfecting and taming my hair, until finally I was satisfied and added silver jewellery accessories to complete my look.

Me: Wish me luck!

I hit send on the picture and Hazel helps my confidence with a prompt thumbs up reply, followed a three flame emojis. With a quick glance to my watch, I grab my sparkling silver clutch, and head downstairs.

I’m only waiting on the sidewalk for a moment before a glossy, black limousine turns the corner with a long, sweeping curve. The licence plate reads ‘VIKINGS’, and a smile touches my lips. I might have been around professional hockey players my entire life, but the fame and glory of it all was only ever for Noah to enjoy.

Until now.

The limo pulls up, and when it comes to a halt, Miles’ handsome face pops out from the sunroof. Leaning back against the hole in the roof, he’s gripping a champagne glass. Music pumps from the limo, bass making the entire stretch of the vehicle vibrate on the street.

“Well?” Miles says, his golden eyes popping. “What do you think?”

I can only see from his chest up, but the tuxedo he’s wearing in one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever seen. The black suit hugs his arms, and when he curls to take a sip from the flute, I can still see his bulging arm muscles through the perfectly tailored fabric. His sandy blonde hair is combed over, and when he smiles at me, I practically melt to the ground.

“When you said pick me up, I thought-” I stop, thinking. “Well, I didn’t expect this.”

“Only the best for my girl…” Miles says, blowing me a kiss. “Wait there, I’ll come down.”

Miles’ head disappears from the sunroof, only to reappear seconds later from the door halfway down the limo. He folds out and when he’s steps across to meet me, before I can even take in his tall, well-dressed handsomeness, he’s dipping me into a tight, warm kiss.

“Mmmm,” Miles’ groans, releasing his hot lips from mine. “I’ve missed you today.”

His golden eyes are filled with passion, and all I want to do is rip the blazer from around his shoulders a bite down on every inch of his sexy body.

“I’ve missed you, too,” I smile, watching Miles’ eyes dance around my body. “Let’s get this thing over with so you can take me back to your place.”

Miles runs a finger across my belly, sending warm flutters down to my core. His eyes narrow towards the whisper of cleavage my gown shows off and my body reacts instantly with a flush of goosepimples.

“Or we could just blow the whole thing off and go upstairs right now…”

“Hmmmm…” I wrap my arms around Miles’ neck and lean in close to his face. “As tempting as that is, I’ve always wanted to ride in a limousine.”

Miles smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. He takes me by the hand and when he leads me to the open door, I get a waft of his citrusy scented cologne while checking out his tight behind. It looks extra cosy in his tight dress pants.

I slap his ass cheekily, and when he spins to hold the door, his tongue is between his teeth.

“Did you just say you’ve always wanted a ride in a limo?” Miles’ eyes catch my body again.

“That’s what I said,” I nod, slyly grabbing a quick handful of Miles’ cock before shrinking down into the flashy, luxurious cabin of the limo.

The drive to the event is hot, steamy and everything a limousine ride with a hockey player dressed in a tuxedo should be. At one point, while my lips were tightly around his round cock, Miles tapped on the window and demanded we take the long way to the function centre. It allowed me to rise up, pull my panties to the side, and get the limo ride of every girl’s dream.

Finally, when the driver gives two tiny knocks on the glass, Miles peers out the dark, heavily tinted windows and turns to face me.

“We’re here, baby,” he says, swiping at his hair which is now ruffled and untidy.

“Sorry about your hair,” I say, reaching out to guide his sandy locks back.

Miles leans in and dives his tongue deep inside my mouth, sliding an arm around my back and pulling me closer to his body. We’ve just finished each other, yet, everything about this man has my pussy clenching and screaming out for more.

I can’t get enough.

And judging by the hardness tenting his pants - neither can Miles.

“Don’t be sorry, baby…” Miles says, adjusting his large erection so it’s not as obvious. “I kinda liked the way you used it as leverage.”

“You’re just so big,” I tease. “It’s not my fault I practically need a ladder to get down on you.”

Miles chuckles and stares through the dark tint. I follow his gaze and shuffle across so I’m right beside him. I thread my fingers through his, sensing that he’s not exactly pumped about stepping out onto the bright red carpet that’s directly under the limo.

“Is everything ok?” I ask, gripping his hand tightly.