Page 80 of Let It Be Me
RILEY
Sarah: I have a surprise waiting for you.
Is what I open my phone to after practice. We have our last game of the season tomorrow, which happens to be my birthday, and then Mason and Kamryn’s wedding is next week. As upset as I am about us not making the play-offs, I am excited for a vacation with my girl.
Me: Is it something I wished for months ago?
Sarah: You’ll just have to get home and find out.
I put my phone in my duffle and head to the showers. The energy is mixed with the team. Naturally, the veterans are upset that we didn’t make it to the play-offs. As we only have two veterans on the verge of retiring, I can see the upset as I’d want to play one play-off game before retiring my skates. But us younger kids have a lot of game left in us. So for me, I’m not too upset about the season ending tomorrow.Would I like for us to end the season on a win? Of course. A birthday and a win. Who wouldn't want that?
Walking out of the shower stalls with a towel around my waist, it’s eerily quiet as half the team has left. Only me and a couple other players linger in the room. It saves me extra distractions from getting home. When I’m dressed I tap on coaches door in my exit.
“Later, Riley.”
Me: I’ll be home in 10.
Sarah: See you soon.
To say I love presents is an understatement. So I’m not proud that I maybe, sort of, most definitely sped home. Whipping into my parking spot next to Sarah’s white Mercedes, I grab my bag out of the back and quicken my steps to the elevator. I tap my thumb on my thigh the entire ride up and attempt to Hulk the doors open when they stop on my floor.
“Sarah?” I call out when I push through the door to my condo. I drop my bag by the table with the keys and head towards our bedroom which is closed. Maybe for good reason?
I do a quick walkthrough and see nothing else out of sorts. The girls are passed out on the couch and don’t acknowledge my presence. Walking back towards our bedroom, I open the door and stop at the threshold with my hand on the doorknob.
“Holy fuck.”
Standing at the foot of our bed wrapped in a blue bow, one of the many shades of her eyes, is the woman of my dreams. With a matching silk G-string and her hair curled in waves down her back. Her hands are behind her back asif she’s nervous but also wanting to present herself to me like the present she is.
“I know your rule about no sex before your game, but tomorrow is about to be insane and then this next week will be all wedding stuff.”
I close the door and take the five steps to stand in front of her. My hands fall to her bare waist and goosebumps sprout over her skin. Her head tips back and we stare into each other's eyes. Words unspoken pass with the look.
“I can make a pre-game exception,” I say before crushing my lips to hers. My hands travel up her back and into her hair. I fist the handful of hair that I have and tip her head back, deepening the kiss. Her tongue tangles with mine and her hands roam over my body, pulling me closer so no inch of space is left between us.
Sarah abruptly breaks the kiss and backs away from me.
I furrow my brow. “What are you doing?”
“What are you doing? You’re supposed to unwrap your present.”
I invade her space again and my hands go to the ends of the bow she’s in. Slowly, I pull until the bow loops are just strands hanging to the floor. I pull the rest of the fabric loose and watch as she’s bared to me. Her chest heaves and nipples harden to pointed tips. From the cold or my hungry gaze, I’m not sure.
“This is by far the best present I’ve ever had,” I tell her as my hands gravitate back towards her waist. My thumbs brush the underside of her breasts and her ribs expand on an inhale. I cup and push her breasts together and watch her reaction as I lightly circle her nipples. Her chest heaves from the light movement and dip my head to take one into my mouth.
“Riley,” Sarah whimpers when I scrape one with my teeth and tease the other to a pointed tip.
I continue giving her breasts the much needed attention, moving from one to the other until Sarah’s hands fly to my head and pulls on my strands. My hands slide down to the back of her thighs and I pick her up effortlessly. Walking over to the bed, I place her down and crawl up her body. Kissing her thighs and stomach before resting between her legs and returning my attention to her breasts. Her moans, gasps, and stuttered breaths is one of my favorite sounds. Sarah’s legs wrap over mine as I continue to bring her higher and higher.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Just like this?” I ask and look up at her head thrown back in pleasure.
“Please,” she sighs out.
“Please what?” I ask and tease her with a twist and tug on her nipple.
“I nee–I need to come.”
“So do it.” I order.
