We put the Zamboni back and made our way through the busy city streets to Will’s apartment. Even though I had only spent the night there once, it felt so much like home to me, and it was the first night I truly understood what the sayinghome is where your heart isactuallymeant.
Chapter15
Jordan
The weeks passedby and the playoffs were in full swing. I knew Will was going to be busy during them and I tried to be the least selfish with his time as possible, but it wasn’t easy. I had practically moved into his apartment and we were spending every spare second he hadtogether.
I hated when Will was on the road, but I loved it at the same time. His sexting game was on fucking point and it drovemewild.
My eyes flickered open when I heard the text tone chime from the nightstand. It was way too early in the morning, but it didn’t matter because it wasn’t easy for me to sleep when he was away. My body was fighting me to just ignore the message and go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. The excitement of knowing who it was from won out and I hastily grabbedmycell.
Crosby: Good morning beautiful. JustleftJFK.
Me: Babe, I miss youalready.
Crosby: Thank goodness for wifi on planes. I miss you too, princess. I’ll be home tomorrowthough.
Me: That seems likeforeveraway.
Crosby: Craving you, incredibly bad! I hope your day has been nothing short offantastic.
Me: With a few more hours of sleep, it will be fantastic. I haven’t left yourbedyet.
Crosby: Want me to let you go back tosleep?
Me: No. I want to hear more about youcravingme.
The thought of Will crammed on a plane with the rest of his team, horny as hell and not able to do anything about his frustration other than type it out to me was thrilling, to say the least. Ever since the first night we spent together, he consumed my every thought and kept my mind in the smut-filledgutter.
Sitting up, I yawned and stretched, hoping for more texts from my sexy goalie. I grabbed my fluffy blue robe from the floor and made my way into the kitchen. Black tea on his balcony had become my morning ritual on days he wasn’t there. I heated a mug of water until almost boiling in the microwave and popped in a teabag to let it over-steep—the darker and stronger the better. Right as I took a seat in one of the Adirondack chairs on the balcony, my phone vibrated with anothermessage.
Crosby: I can’t get the image of you shaking under me out of my head. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you comeforme?
I bit my lip—just reading his words turned me on. Knowing that just the thought of me engulfed his mind wasintoxicatinglysexy.
Me: Come play with me Daddy. I want to feel you sobadly.
Crosby: I want my princess to crawl on her hands and knees over to my cock and beg for me to place it in hermouth.
Me: Please Daddy, I want nothing more than to taste yourightnow.
Crosby: I am going to throat fuck you until I see that makeup run down yourcheeks.
I slipped my hand into my sleep shorts and under my cotton panties, letting my middle finger glide over my throbbing clit. Will’s words coursed through me, sending my body intooverdrive.
Me: My panties aresoaked.
Crosby: You better be touching yourself like a good little girl and thinking about Daddy’s cock slamming into the back of yourthroat.
Me: It’s turning me on that you have to sit there with your entire team and act casual, all the while aching tofeelme.
Crosby: You have no idea, baby. I can’t stop thinking about your eyes glancing up with your mouth full of my cock. Your gorgeous eyes beg for me to stop, but I push down on the back of your head and make you take more, stabbing at the back of your throat, choking you with joy on your newfavoritetoy.
Me: What else, Daddy? What else do you wantrightnow?
Crosby: Daddy is going to lift you up and pin you against the wall then rail you like he’s never felt something so astonishing in his life. I want to rediscover carnal pleasure inside of you. Then I’ll hold you up and make you take every inch like the beautiful little girlyouare.
Me: Holy fuck,yessir.