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It seemed he couldn’t hold out any longer either, he leaned forward, and licked her clit before sucking on it. She bucked her hips up as he feasted on her and he pushed another finger into her greedy pussy. We fucked her together as he sucked onher clit, and I kissed his jaw. He pulled back suddenly, his lips glistening and as much as I wanted to kiss him, I wanted Ruby to come. I leaned down, licked her pussy and we took turns pleasuring her until she screamed.

We continued to lick her together, “Too sensitive,” she said, trying to pull away.

“Estamos limpiando nuestro desastre,” he said, pulling away and before he could move too far, I pulled him down for a kiss that ended far too quickly.

“Necesito ir,” he said, pulling away quickly, looking at us like he was in shock.

He climbed the bed, untied her quickly, and leaned down when he was done to kiss her softly. He said something to her I didn’t quite hear, but if it was in Spanish I wouldn’t have understood it anyway. She sighed as he gave her another kiss. He said a few more things to her, kissing her softly before he grabbed his clothes.

We locked eyes, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. A feeling of familiarity hit me as I looked at his immaculate body. He nodded at me before slipping on his costume and leaving us. A sense of deja vu hit me and I didn’t know why, but I think I might know who that man was.

12

Romeo

Iparked my car outside of our practice rink, resting my forehead on the steering wheel, trying to psych myself out to get this practice over with. The last few games had been surprisingly good and we had managed to get our first win, but it wasn’t enough to get coach to pull these practices.

Riggs and I played well, we argued of course, but we managed to kind of pull it together with Webber and we finally scored three goals this last game. One for each of us. The win wasn’t enough to put me in a good mood, and definitely not after we kissed. It seemed we were both fine ignoring what happened, except my brain thought about the kiss at the worst possible moments and our first kiss made me realize that maybe I wanted to experiment.

I rubbed my face remembering the threesome with a cam girl I followed and some man who was also a fan of hers at the local sex club. My first threesome was the hottest moment of my sex life, but the second time we met blew my fucking mind. I grew brave and I gave into the hunger I had been feeling the first time we had sex. The guy was as big as me, with muscles that had my stomach clenching for a repeat.

I wasn’t as straight as I thought I was, which made dealing with Riggs even worse. In our last few practices, it was easy just to go through the motions, but after my little experiment, I knew my mind and body were going to be at war with each other.

“Come on, just get this over with,” I muttered to myself, getting my drinks and bag out of my car.

The November air had a bite to it as I walked to the rink. The real cold was about to settle in, and I couldn't wait. Winters in Colorado were always my favorite. They reminded me of when we would skate on the pond we had behind our home, right before we moved to Denver, when I was eight. I missed what we were before we moved here, but it had brought me one step closer to the big leagues and I couldn’t be mad at that.

Opening the door, I headed straight to the locker room, noticing I was alone and it was weird that I was here before Riggs. I undressed, getting my practice gear on when I heard him walking in. He dropped his bag onto the bench in front of his cubby. Risking a glance at him, he had a scowl that looked like he had already had a horrible morning.

Instead of waiting around for him, risking even more of his wrath, I headed out to the ice, skating around the rink to warm up. I started stretching when Riggs finally came out of the locker room. He did a few laps around before he started stretching, distracting me with his hips rolling. The movements were standard, but I was picturing him thrusting. I was so mesmerized by his movements that I ran into a cone I had just placed on the ice.

I tried to right myself before I made an ass of myself, but that wasn’t going to happen. Falling face first into the ice was not the way I wanted to start the day. I laid on the ice and started to contemplate faking a stomach bug. Throwing up never sounded so good.

“If you can’t even skate right, how do you expect to make goals?” Riggs sneered, skating past me.

Don’t respond. Don’t respond. Don’t respond.

“Like the four you missed last night?”

Fuck my life, why can’t I just keep my mouth shut?

“As opposed to the hundred you've missed and we aren’t even halfway through the season,” he growled.

“Like you're any better, we’ve scored?—”

Riggs pushed me against the wall.

“I don’t have trouble passing and receiving, at least I know my basics,” he snapped.

“Fuck you,” I snarled. “Look I know?—”

“Quit with the fucking excuses. Man up, and do fucking better,” he yelled.

I pushed him away from me before I did something I would regret, like hit him or even worse, fucking kiss him where anyone could see us. I obviously had horrible taste in men if this is who I was fucking attracted to.

“Can’t handle a little criticism?” he taunted, and I pushed him again harder.

He must have not been expecting it; he fell backwards giving me the room to skate away.

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