Page 46 of The Love Penalty

I wonder if talking dirty to her would put her over the edge or if she’d prefer praise. I decide to go with praise as I move my fingers faster inside her and continue to rub her clit with my thumb. “Fuck, you’re taking my fingers so well.” I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Such a good girl.”

She immediately starts clenching against my fingers and her leg starts shaking. The way she moans my name is almost pornographic and enough to bring me close as well. I keep my fingers still inside her but continue to slowly move my thumb until she puts her hand on top of mine to stop me. I pull them out and give her a lingering kiss, trying to keep my erection away from her so I don’t just burst.

“Fuck, that was so intense,” she pants out and kisses me some more, her hand trailing down to my cock. I gently stop her before she can touch me but the look she gives me is almost wounded. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

I choke on a laugh, “Of course I do, but fucking hell, I need to last more than five seconds here.”

“I don’t care about that, I just want to make you feel good,” she says, moving her hand out from under mine and palming me through my joggers. When my body almost collapses on top of her from one touch, she smiles and pushes me down on my back. With the same precision as me, she pulls my layers down to my thighs. My cock bobs against my stomach and Olivia reaches up and takes my sweatshirt off.

She bends down and leaves trails of kisses from my neck to my collarbone and down my abdomen, all the while swiping at my head and spreading the wetness around. Her touch feels so good I have to fist the sheets and control myself. She reaches over and takes one of my hands, bringing it to my cock as she says, “Show me how you like it.”

God, the desire on her face makes me want to never leave this room, but we’re on a schedule and I need to stop stalling. So I cover her hand with mine and guide her, showing her how much pressure to apply and how hard to squeeze. “I’m close,” I manage to say before going back to fisting the sheets and throwing my head back. She continues to pump me at a fast pace, twisting at the head just how I like it, even as she moves a bit higher up my body and brings her other hand to my throat, not really squeezing but applying a bit of pressure.

Never thought I would be into that, but seeing the wild look in her eyes as she fucks me with her hand and keeps that possessive hand on my throat is enough to tip me over the edge. As soon as she feels me coming, she spreads it around her fingers and continues to stroke me, making my own body shake. Her hand at my throat lets up and she kisses me hard as I come down from the high.Holy fuck, I’ve never come so hard in my life.

TWENTY-SIX

Olivia

I don’t thinkI’ve ever smiled this much in public in my whole life. The referee locker room is smaller here than most places so the four of us are packed in, getting ready. The other guys are making jokes and getting hyped up, and for once, I actually join in.

“I can’t wait for New Year’s. I took some time off and my wife and I are going to California for a few days,” says Ben, one of the linesmen officiating tonight.

“That’s cool, are you visiting anything in particular?” I find myself asking.Look at me, making conversation with my peers.

“We’re probably going to Disneyland and the beach. Kind of winging it and finding time to relax,” he says with a smile.

“That sounds awesome,” I say, returning it.

I try not to think too much about why I’m in such a good mood, but my thoughts stray to Robbie even though they shouldn’t right now. I’m supposed to keep it professional. I just can’t forget the look on his face after we both came down from our highs, how he got a warm washcloth and cleaned us both upbefore cuddling me and whispering all the things he wanted to do to me later.

I would have stayed there in that moment forever if my alarm hadn’t gone off letting us know it was time to head to the arena. My entire body is buzzing with excitement, and for once, I can’t wait for this game to be over.

The crowd is rowdy as ever and they start booing the officials as soon as we get on the ice. I can tell there is leftover tension between the two teams from yesterday’s game which means I need to stay on high alert. Especially when Mitchell is involved.

Speaking of the devil, he skates past me and gives me a look of pure disdain. I will never understand how some people can’t separate their personal feelings from their work. While he’s an asshole on the ice, I would never make the presumption Mitchell was an asshole in his personal life. Although, after what Robbie told me about how he picked a fight with Ash at a bar last time we were here, that makes me lose hope in his humanity.

The first period goes by quickly, uneventfully. Nobody scores, but there are a few minor penalties. Thankfully nothing to start a fight over. The second period starts out hot, with Ash scoring a goal in the first 20 seconds, and I can feel the shift in tension. The Vortices start to hit harder, one of them even checking a Manticores hard on the open ice. The Manticores player stays down so I blow the whistle to stop play, but I’m not calling out a penalty. While the hit was hard, it was a legal move. There was no tripping or holding, just good old fashioned checking.

The Manticores player manages to stand up by himself and I escort him to the bench, but when I turn around I see an angry Ash in my face.

“What the hell was that, Olivia? You’re not going to call a penalty?”

I take a deep breath and say, “The hit was legal. We’re moving on now.”

He takes a step closer to me like he wants to argue further, but I am not going to indulge his tantrum.

“The hell it was, our guy was hurt, he’s literally walking out the tunnel and probably has a concussion!” I start skating away from him but he follows. “Olivia, come on!”

I round on him so fast he draws up short, “That’srefto you, in case you’ve forgotten yourself. And if you don’t drop it, I will put you in the box.” I know he’s just frustrated with the situation and not really lashing out at me, but the more he continues with his tantrum, the more he’s undermining my authority.

He doesn’t learn his lesson though because as soon as the face-off ends, Ashton trips up the Vortices player that checked his friend earlier. I immediately blow the whistle but before Ben, the linesmen, can intervene, both Ashton and the other guy drop their gloves and start fighting. They both manage to get a few punches to the face and it takes all four of us officials to break them up. I place myself right in front of Ash and start leading him backwards to the box. He’s still yelling profanities at the other guy and promises to kick his ass.

I roll my eyes and push him a bit harder muttering under my breath “Cavemen.” Ash takes a deep breath and looks down at me and I draw up for another verbal attack but the corners of his lips are tugging up and his eyes are amused.

“Sorry, ref,” he says and enters the penalty box. I shake my head and see Robbie skating up to us, carrying Ash’s stick and gloves.

Robbie shakes his head in disappointment and says, “I thought you were going to stay out of the box.”

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