Page 29 of The Power Play

Lacey cheers for a second before turning her attention to the camera. Tome.Even if I wasn’t watching live, we both know what she does next is solely for me. She pulls out the vibrator I got her that I can control remotely. There’s an option for her touse it without me controlling it as well and that’s exactly what it looks like she plans to do.

“Someone bought this for me and even though he’s not able to watch this live, I know he’s going to really,reallylike knowing I’m using it now,” she tells the camera.

“Damn right I am,” I say to myself as I watch her slide the tiny little shorts to the side, barely exposing her pussy before sliding the thicker piece of the vibrator inside her and settling the top part on her clit.

“First goal of the game, I think I should get my first orgasm of the night, sound fair?” she asks, her phone in her hand and I know she’s already turning on the toy. She moans when the vibrations start, “God, this won’t take long. This thing feels way too good.”

Fuck. I squeeze my cock through the thin fabric of my clothes once again trying to dull the ache there, but I know it’s a stupid idea. The only thing that will dull this particular ache is relieving myself and I can’t do that. I won’t do that anymore.

“It also won’t take long because I justlovewatching hockey. The players,oh my god. They are so fucking hot,” her sultry voice is talking herself through her pleasure while her hands roam her body.

Her hands are roaming places mine could have. Minecould.

“It’s just something with the way they move on the ice, how big they are and how powerful,ugh,”the noise she makes sounds like a mix of a groan and a moan. I want her to keep going and to stop all at the same time because I’m not going to be able to hold out.

“The one that just scored, Mann, he looked pretty hot,” her eyes look directly at the camera now.

I groan, fisting my hands so tight my knuckles are white.

“Talk about looking big and powerful. Plus, that giant smile on his face while they all celebrated? Talk about panty melting.”

Okay, fuck this. I pull my cock out. It’s rock hard and leaking as soon as my hand wraps around it. I moan so loud whoever is in the room next to me must have heard, but I don’t even care. My hand moves along my shaft, squeezing and twisting the head on the upstroke while I watch Audrey get closer and closer. Because I don’t care if she tries to differentiate between herself and her alter ego, that is Audrey talking and saying those things. That is Audrey performing for just me.

“I’m so close,” she moans, throwing her head back against the couch, spreading her legs wider with the fabric covering her slit pulled to the side, I can see the wetness around the toy that is vibrating both inside and outside her.

“Me too,” I murmur to myself as my hand continues to work myself harder and faster.

Audrey’s moans take over all my senses as her climax begins and I’m not far behind as I watch her explode. I do the same, my mind completely and wholly on her. As I come down and the video ends, I can’t help but think her mind may have been on me too.

15

Charlie came back from his away game yesterday and we have yet to talk about what happened while he was away.

I was feeling bold when I sent the first text telling him to get his shit together on the ice. Even bolder when I told him to call me when he’s alone.

Though, in my defense, he seemed to be flirting with me and I ran with it full speed because one thing I’ve come to accept is that I want to have sex with Charlie Mann. Let’s be honest, I always have, but now I’m more determined to make it happen. Relationships aren’t my forte and I do not want one with him. But I’m dying to know what it would be like to sleep with him just once.

After years of talking as other people and knowing the chemistry we have with a screen between us, I’ve learned that the chemistry we have in person is tenfold. I know it will explode if I get the chance to find out for real what it would be like.

But I’m not going to push him. He’s not a virgin thank the universe, but it’s been a while he said. The pieces are slowlystarting to come together, I would like to know the full story. At this time, I know his ex fucked him over, so he doesn’t trust anyone and sounds like ever since her he hasn’t really fucked many people.

I’m too nosy for this mystery, I just want to know what happened and why it messed him up so bad. I would ask, but we haven’t spoken since he’s been home. I’m hoping that will end soon. He has a home game tomorrow that Chandler invited me to, but I haven’t decided if I want to go or not.

As I grab my purse and double check that I’m not missing anything from my mental checklist, I head out to go meet Chandler for brunch. I’m dying for the mimosas we are about to have. I have my mind set on a minimum of three.

I close the door behind me and as I’m about to lock it a female voice speaks from behind me, and I jump.

“Hello,” the voice says cheerfully. I turn around to see a tall older woman with short dark hair smiling at me.

“Um hi,” I respond, wondering if this is one of Charlie’s neighbors or something.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize Charlie had company,” she walks closer, a smile still on her face and it looks genuine, though I feel like I’m missing something.

“I–uh, I’m sorry, who are you?” I ask because my mind is bouncing from this being a nosy neighbor to someone Charlie is seeing or has seen or been involved with. Oh fuck, is this the dreaded ex and I’m going to have to get her out of here? She looks a bit too old for him, but maybe he’s into older women. I was not prepared for a confrontation this morning, I’m too excited for my mimosas.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I’m Martha, Charlie’s mom.”

I breathe a sigh of relief that is quickly replaced by a different set of panicking thoughts. His mom.

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