Breaking Away
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Stopping in front of him with a sneaky grin, she said, “Hey there.”
He wanted to say he missed her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go but, instead, he said, “Hey.”
“So why am I meeting you here?”
He reached for the door, opening and directing her in as he said, “You said hockey wasn’t sexy, so I’m going to prove you wrong.”
“Oo, I must say, I’m a little excited for this.”
He watched as she walked passed him and took in the beauty of her nice ass before following behind her.
“You should be,” he said as they walked down the hall that would lead them to the locker rooms before taking them to the ice. The arena was empty today. The team had practice this morning, but everyone was already gone. Phillip decided today was the perfect time to take Reese on the ice. They wouldn’t be bothered, and that’s how he wanted it, just in case they wanted to get freaky on the ice.
One could hope.
Nothing else was said as the two made their way to the locker room. Once there, Phillip had some gear sat out for the both of them to change into. He threw off his shorts, slid up his girdle, and was tying it when Reese looked back at him from the equipment that waited for her.
“You got gear for me?”
“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “You don’t like it?”
“I do, but you could have told me. I would have gotten some myself,” she said, looking back down at him.
“What’s the big deal?”
“You shouldn’t buy stuff for me.”
“Why?” He laughed.
“Because we aren’t dating.”
His laughter stopped when she glanced back at him. She was serious. It wasn’t that he was delusional, he knew they weren’t a couple, but surely as much sex as they’ve been having, they were something more than just a quick lay.
“I understand that, but if I want to buy you something, I will.” She rolled her eyes before biting on her lip. She was holding something back, and that bothered him. He asked, “What… are we not even friends?”
She shot him a look that told him that was a stupid question. “Of course we are, it’s just I don’t want you getting attached.”
He laughed out loud before pointing to himself. “Me? Get attached? Please, I am the least attachable person.”
Well, he used to be. Then she came in, rocked his world, and left him a little attached. Just a little though.
She smiled as she reached for her girdle. “All right, just making sure.”
He watched her face scrunch in confusion, and he could tell there was something more to this.
“Why?” he found himself asking.
“No reason.”
“No, there is,” he said. He could tell.
She eyed him, her eyes narrowed. They stayed staring into each other’s eyes, until finally she said, “Okay, so Claire is totally against us seeing each other.”
He let out a breath; he should have known this had something to do with Claire. “I know.”
“And?” she asked, her face full of concern.
“And I’m not getting attached. I want to have fun, I want to enjoy your body and mind, and that’s it. When we get sick of each other, we’ll call it quits, no hard feelings. She doesn’t need to know anything.”
“She thinks I’ll stop caring about her because you’ll break my heart.”
“Not gonna happen on either account.”
She laughed. “Oh really?”
“Yes, I’m not going to hurt you and plus, I know you’ll never stop caring about her.”
“You’re right.”
“I know, now get ready. I wanna have fun,” he said, pointing to the things beside her. He hated that Claire thought that, but he was glad that Reese cared a lot about her. Claire needed someone like Reese; she was strong, driven, and beautiful, everything Claire was. Now all he needed was for both of them to be cool with them dating, and life would be great.
“How do I put this on? Over these shorts?” she asked with a confused look on her face.
“Yeah, take off your jeans, and I’ll help you.”
She gave him a playful grin as she slid those delectable jeans down her gorgeous legs, revealing a very sexy lace thong. His c**k strained against his girdle as he watched her slide up a pair of shorts over the thong before she glanced over at him. Deciding that he couldn’t keep his hands to himself much longer, he came over to her and picked up the girdle from the bench. With his other hand, he lifted up her shirt to reveal a thin sports bra. Her ni**les were hard and, without really thinking, he leaned forward, biting her through her bra. Her hand came up behind his head as her body arched into his.
“Phillip,” she gasped.
He chuckled against her breast before dropping the girdle and bringing her closer to him. Pulling down her bra, he took her other nipple into his mouth, raking his teeth along her breast as her breathing picked up.
“I thought we were going to play hockey,” she said. Her hand slowly slid into his girdle, taking a hold of his hard cock, causing him to groan against her rosy peak. Bringing his mouth up to hers, he kissed her long and hard while her hand slid up and down his rock-hard length.
Parting only for a second, he said, “I want to show you my favorite part of this arena, besides the ice.”
He didn’t have to wait long before she was nodding her head. He quickly chucked his girdle off and lifted her in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands around his neck, as he carried her towards the shower while she licked and nibbled at his neck. He wanted to strip her in the locker room, press her against the bench, and just f**k her senseless but, instead, he hurried to the shower. Like he said, it was his favorite part of the arena. It had twenty showerheads that had the best pressure and the hottest water ever.
He wanted to say he missed her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go but, instead, he said, “Hey.”
“So why am I meeting you here?”
He reached for the door, opening and directing her in as he said, “You said hockey wasn’t sexy, so I’m going to prove you wrong.”
“Oo, I must say, I’m a little excited for this.”
He watched as she walked passed him and took in the beauty of her nice ass before following behind her.
“You should be,” he said as they walked down the hall that would lead them to the locker rooms before taking them to the ice. The arena was empty today. The team had practice this morning, but everyone was already gone. Phillip decided today was the perfect time to take Reese on the ice. They wouldn’t be bothered, and that’s how he wanted it, just in case they wanted to get freaky on the ice.
One could hope.
Nothing else was said as the two made their way to the locker room. Once there, Phillip had some gear sat out for the both of them to change into. He threw off his shorts, slid up his girdle, and was tying it when Reese looked back at him from the equipment that waited for her.
“You got gear for me?”
“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “You don’t like it?”
“I do, but you could have told me. I would have gotten some myself,” she said, looking back down at him.
“What’s the big deal?”
“You shouldn’t buy stuff for me.”
“Why?” He laughed.
“Because we aren’t dating.”
His laughter stopped when she glanced back at him. She was serious. It wasn’t that he was delusional, he knew they weren’t a couple, but surely as much sex as they’ve been having, they were something more than just a quick lay.
“I understand that, but if I want to buy you something, I will.” She rolled her eyes before biting on her lip. She was holding something back, and that bothered him. He asked, “What… are we not even friends?”
She shot him a look that told him that was a stupid question. “Of course we are, it’s just I don’t want you getting attached.”
He laughed out loud before pointing to himself. “Me? Get attached? Please, I am the least attachable person.”
Well, he used to be. Then she came in, rocked his world, and left him a little attached. Just a little though.
She smiled as she reached for her girdle. “All right, just making sure.”
He watched her face scrunch in confusion, and he could tell there was something more to this.
“Why?” he found himself asking.
“No reason.”
“No, there is,” he said. He could tell.
She eyed him, her eyes narrowed. They stayed staring into each other’s eyes, until finally she said, “Okay, so Claire is totally against us seeing each other.”
He let out a breath; he should have known this had something to do with Claire. “I know.”
“And?” she asked, her face full of concern.
“And I’m not getting attached. I want to have fun, I want to enjoy your body and mind, and that’s it. When we get sick of each other, we’ll call it quits, no hard feelings. She doesn’t need to know anything.”
“She thinks I’ll stop caring about her because you’ll break my heart.”
“Not gonna happen on either account.”
She laughed. “Oh really?”
“Yes, I’m not going to hurt you and plus, I know you’ll never stop caring about her.”
“You’re right.”
“I know, now get ready. I wanna have fun,” he said, pointing to the things beside her. He hated that Claire thought that, but he was glad that Reese cared a lot about her. Claire needed someone like Reese; she was strong, driven, and beautiful, everything Claire was. Now all he needed was for both of them to be cool with them dating, and life would be great.
“How do I put this on? Over these shorts?” she asked with a confused look on her face.
“Yeah, take off your jeans, and I’ll help you.”
She gave him a playful grin as she slid those delectable jeans down her gorgeous legs, revealing a very sexy lace thong. His c**k strained against his girdle as he watched her slide up a pair of shorts over the thong before she glanced over at him. Deciding that he couldn’t keep his hands to himself much longer, he came over to her and picked up the girdle from the bench. With his other hand, he lifted up her shirt to reveal a thin sports bra. Her ni**les were hard and, without really thinking, he leaned forward, biting her through her bra. Her hand came up behind his head as her body arched into his.
“Phillip,” she gasped.
He chuckled against her breast before dropping the girdle and bringing her closer to him. Pulling down her bra, he took her other nipple into his mouth, raking his teeth along her breast as her breathing picked up.
“I thought we were going to play hockey,” she said. Her hand slowly slid into his girdle, taking a hold of his hard cock, causing him to groan against her rosy peak. Bringing his mouth up to hers, he kissed her long and hard while her hand slid up and down his rock-hard length.
Parting only for a second, he said, “I want to show you my favorite part of this arena, besides the ice.”
He didn’t have to wait long before she was nodding her head. He quickly chucked his girdle off and lifted her in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands around his neck, as he carried her towards the shower while she licked and nibbled at his neck. He wanted to strip her in the locker room, press her against the bench, and just f**k her senseless but, instead, he hurried to the shower. Like he said, it was his favorite part of the arena. It had twenty showerheads that had the best pressure and the hottest water ever.
