Faking It with the Forward: Wittmore U Hockey
Faking It with the Forward: Chapter 18

Holy shit.

That’s all I can think as Twyler sits on the edge of the bed and I kneel before her. It’s almost enough to make me say fuck it and toss her back on the bed and suffer through the pain. As long as it meant I got to bury myself inside of her, I’d take the pain. But I meant what I said, this girl takes care of me, and for once, I can do the same.

Plus, I love eating a woman’s pussy, and after all the shit Twyler and I have been through, both of us deserve a reward.

There was no fucking way I was doing this downstairs. Not when my degenerate roommates could come home from the bar, trashed and with girls in tow. Plus, that couch has seen too many hookups and this isn’t a hookup. This is the beginning of something.

“Lift your hips,” I tell her, reaching for the sides of her jeans. She rises and I ease the fabric over her hips. I leave the bikini bottoms that match her bra, because fuck, I’ve thought about that white lace plastered against her perfect tits since the day at the shelter. The image had invaded my fantasies night after night and was a feature every time I jerked off. I wasn’t messing around about that little shit ogling her. He’s lucky he still has eyes.

I run my fingers down her thighs, finally getting a good look at her tattoos. They’re matching, a crown on each side, surrounded by designs. “Is this for your band?” I ask, recognizing the imagery.

“Yes.” I trace the shape of the crown with my fingertip, but she pushes me away. “I’m ticklish.”

I grin and kiss her kneecaps. “I’ll try to remember that.”

Spreading her thighs, I take my time, pressing kisses along her soft skin. When I reach her pussy, I lean forward, teasing her through the fabric.

Who am I kidding? I’m teasing both of us. My cock aches worse than my side.

I run my finger under her panties, along her clit. She’s so fucking wet. Twyler whimpers, arching her back into the bed. I meet her eyes. “You good?”

She nods wordlessly.

I make quick work of her panties and spread her legs wider, bringing my mouth to her core. She’s drenched, probably still turned on from the hump fest on the couch downstairs. I know I am. There’s something about the slow build of this thing, the challenge of winning over Twyler, that has made everything so much hotter.

Flattening my tongue over her pussy, I lick in slow, teasing strokes. Her hips rise and fall against my mouth, her fingers pushing in my hair. I groan as they tighten, pulling at my scalp.

Looking up, I see that she’s no longer watching me, her eyes are closed. She sighs, and her lips part, making my cock throb. Slowly, I lick along her slit, tasting her as I work my way to the hot bud. I flick my tongue against it, sucking her clit until her legs tremble by my ears and her hips rise, chasing my tongue.

My dick is barely constrained against the flimsy sweats I’m wearing, and I feel the wet precum oozing off the tip. If she doesn’t come soon, then I’m probably going to go off in my pants, because this is the single most erotic moment of my life. The tension and weeks of slow-building want. I’ve never been with a woman like this before. Shanna decided she wanted me, and I went along with it. The puck bunnies are easy pickings. But Twyler… this woman made me work for it.

And it makes me harder than a rock.

“I’m coming,” she whispers, and fuck yes, I can feel the orgasm shudder through her body. Her pussy pulses and she curls her fingers into my hair as the explosive shockwaves take over. Her breath is low and quiet, in no world is Twyler a screamer. My little introvert would probably curl up and die first, but that’s part of what makes her sexy. She’s just who she is, nothing about her is for show, and I fucking love that about her.

When every muscle in her body loosens, I place my hands on the mattress and slowly lick my way up her body; from her belly to her lace-covered tits, until I reach her mouth and I kiss her again.

“Ruby was right,” she says after I help her back into those sexy panties and we both settle up on the pillows.

“About what?” I ask, trying to follow.

“She said you’d be good at oral. That you have the mouth for it.” She curls against me. My side hurts like a mother, and my dick throbs, but just having her next to me is enough.

“Yeah?” I’m not above fishing for compliments. “Well, it wasn’t all me. You did a bang up job receiving.”

“See, that’s the funny thing. Ethan tried going down on me a few times, but I didn’t like it.” She ducks her chin. “I thought it was just me.”

“Definitely not you,” I run my hand down her stomach and cup her between the legs. “Your pussy is fantastic. He’s just a fucking loser that doesn’t know how to please a woman.”

She presses her nose into my side, hiding her face. “God, you’re so weird and you have a dirty, awful mouth.”

“Nah, I’m just hot and dirty for you.”

“I noticed.” Her eyes dart down to my erection trying to burrow out of my pants. She reaches out and says, “I can—”

“As much as I want you,” Jesus, my balls hate me right now, “and I really fucking want you. I’m pretty sure that if you touch my dick, Sunshine, I probably will crack a rib.” I thread my fingers with hers. “When I finally can have you, I don’t want anything holding me back.”

She looks startled by my admission, but it’s the God’s honest truth.

“But understand, I’m going to make you mine.” I brush my fingers over her cheek and then make the heroic decision to put a little space between us. “Can you hand me that laptop?”

She leans over and grabs it off the bedside table. Jesus, her ass. I almost reconsider my decision to wait until I’m all healed up.

No. No. I have more restraint than that. Plus, I’m too fucking selfish.

“What’s that for?” she asks, handing it to me.

“Would it be strange post-sex behavior if we watched the rest of that documentary? I really need to figure out what the fuck happens to these people. Do they drink the Kool-Aid or just lose all their self-respect and money?”

“It may be strange, but it’s my kind of strange,” she says, leaning back against my pillow. “You’ll be addicted to true crime just like the rest of us.”

I doubt it. There’s only one thing I’m addicted to and she’s right next to me.

“So what’s going on with all that?”

I’m in the middle of a set of reps, a fifteen-pound weight in each hand. It’s half the weight I normally lift, but I’m still letting this injury heal. On an exhale I grunt out, “All what?”

“You and TG,” Axel asks, racking his own weights. His tank has the sleeves cut out, revealing his tat-covered arms. “You usually can’t keep your eyes off each other at practice, but neither of you have even glanced at the other today.”

He’s right. I haven’t looked at her once, but every fiber in my body, particularly my cock, knows the location of Twyler and her hot little body when we’re in the same room. We agreed not to do anything to raise Green’s suspicions. Including making eye contact.

It’s for the best. I’ve been desperate for her since our status changed from fake relationship to on the downlow. We stayed up late watching her crazy cult show and talking. And making out. Just kissing. I can’t remember the last time I was content to just fool around with a girl and not take it further. Fuck, it was perfect.

But it’s been three days, and the bruise on my side is finally healing. If I don’t get inside this girl soon, I may actually explode.

“She did me a solid by helping me out with Shanna. Now that she’s backed off, there was no reason to keep up the act.” I allow my gaze to drift over to where she’s working with one of the guys. “It was never anything real.”

I’m a hockey player, not an actor, but the bullshitting I do on the ice must have taken root, because Axel seems to buy it. He follows my gaze and says, “She is pretty cute.”

My reaction is instantaneous. “No.”

He laughs and runs a hand through his blond hair. “What do you mean, no?”

“Stay away from her, man.” I rack my weights and grab my towel off the bench. “We’re not supposed to mess around with her. Remember Green’s warning.”

“What Green doesn’t know won’t hurt anybody.” He looks back over at Twyler and I see the interest in his eye. “She wouldn’t be the first girl we’ve both had a go at.”

It’s a good fucking thing I already put down the weights because Axel is dangerously close to getting hurt. I turn and push into his space. My voice is low when I say, “As your captain and friend, I’m telling you to back the fuck off. That girl is off-limits.”

Axel’s jaw tics, like he’s considering his options, but we both know he doesn’t have any. I pulled rank, and for Twyler, I’m not afraid to go a step further. He must come to the same conclusion because he gives me a slow grin and holds up his hands. “No worries, man. She looks a little too timid for my liking anyway. The kind of girl that gets attached.”

There’s no reasoning with a manwhore like Axel. I spent the last five months working my way through the puck bunnies, but he’s the kind of guy who has spent the last three years cutting a wide swath across all segments of the female population at Wittmore. The best thing for him is to think she’s more trouble than she’s worth.

Once he refocuses on his workout, I exit the gym, needing to cool off before I do something stupid. The pent-up need to be with Twyler isn’t helping. I’m tense all the time. Entering the locker room, I grab my phone.

OneFive: Meet me before class?

She responds faster than I expect.

InternTwy: Where?

OneFive: Student Center. Bottom floor. Room 110.

She responds with a thumbs up and I feel the pressure lift off my chest. I’ve never had the need to see a girl like this before. I don’t know if it’s the weeks-long build up, or the added secrecy, but I know I’m not going to stop until I get to her.

Room 110 is a small office in the student center reserved for one-on-one athletic tutoring. There’s an online sign-up form and I made sure to block off the next thirty minutes.

I’ve just taken off my jacket when Twyler walks in. She closes the door and looks around at the set up. Although I haven’t turned on the overhead lights, the home screen on the two computers on the far wall provide enough of a glow to take in the rest of the room: a study table, a leather couch, two computer areas and a flat screen on the wall.

“God, you guys are so spoiled. No wonder you’re a bunch of entitled pricks.”

“Right?” I laugh, reaching behind her to lock the door. In a fluid motion, I take the backpack off her shoulder and pull her toward me, wasting no time getting my mouth on hers. “God, your mouth. It’s so fucking delicious.”

I’m already hard. Fuck, I’ve been hard for weeks now. The last thing I want is for Twyler to think I’m just a dick chasing her pussy, but there’s no way she doesn’t feel me pressing into her lower belly.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, breaking our kiss. “How’s the bruise?”

Green is the one that’s been following up on my injury. I sat out Monday practice and took it easy at morning skate.

“A little sore, but better.” I kiss along her jaw. “I had a good nurse.”

“I’m not a nurse,” she says, but her head falls to the side. I suck her ear and grab a handful of tit, while grinding into her. “But I’m glad you’re better so I can finally do this.”

Her fingers push at the hem of my shirt and splay over my abdomen. She likes my abs and I don’t hate it. I work hard on my body and having a girl like Twyler, a girl who’s hard to impress, be into it? Yeah, it does an ego good.

She continues to explore, bending to kiss the skin just below my belly button, and my stomach caves. Falling back, the edge of the table cuts into my ass. I’m so hot for this girl I could come just from her touch. I swallow and reach down, squeezing the bulge outside my jeans.

“This may have been a bad idea,” I mutter, trying to gain some control. “You keep doing that and I’m going to come in my pants.”

“You know,” her fingers gently glide over the indentations of the muscles leading down below the waist of my jeans, then move to my belt. “I can fix things other than bruises and sprains.”

Any coherent response is caught in my throat because my brain short-circuits when she unzips my pants and takes my cock in her soft, warm hand. I don’t miss the way her eyes widen, and she mutters, “Is there anything about you that’s not perfect?”

She drops to her knees.

“Sunshine,” I say, voice hoarse, “I didn’t bring you here to—’

Her mouth lowers to the head, tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum glistening at the tip. Holy shit. I thought Twlyer’s mouth was good for kissing, but watching her pink lips circle around me? Fuck. Me.

She squeezes the base of my cock with her hand and continues to play with the head, tasting and teasing along the ridge. I don’t know if she’s intimidated, or afraid to take me down, but it doesn’t matter. It’s goddamn glorious. Twisting my fingers in her hair, I groan and fight the urge to rock my hips.

Those blue eyes look up at me and she asks, “Is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes. Better than okay,” I say, gliding my thumb over her pink cheek. “Harder works too. I won’t break.”

A line slashes between her eyes and asks, “What about teeth?”

“Uh,” my foggy brain tries to follow, “what about them?”

“Ginna said something in the bathroom at the Badger Den about you liking—”

Pressing my fingers under her chin, I force her face upward. “I like you. I like your mouth. My cock likes whatever you want to do to me, because it’s you, Sunshine.” I rub my thumb over her wet, puffy bottom lip. “But let’s keep the teeth in check. I’m pretty sure Ginna was fucking with you.”

“Oh.” She scowls. “She’s such a bitch.”

For a second, I think the spell may have been broken, but Twyler grips the base of my cock with renewed vigor. Competitive, huh? She wets the tip with her tongue again, but this time follows it up by swallowing me down. I almost black out watching my dick vanish between her lips.

Winding my fingers back in her hair, I cup the back of her head. Not to guide her—but to anchor us together. My hips rise, fucking slowly into her mouth, and there’s no doubt in my mind that my girl is into this. With each thrust she takes me in a little deeper, adding a sexy little pump with her fist. The tickle builds in my lower belly, then spreads to my balls. I nudge her, “Babe, if you don’t want me to—”

I pull out, but she clamps down, jacking me against her tongue and sucking me hard. My body seizes and white-hot pleasure zips up my spine. The pent-up explosion happens without warning, just a deep-throated groan. The result fills her mouth, and she looks alarmed for a second, before swallowing it back.

“Christ,” I mutter, pulling her off her knees. I wrap my arms around her. “Thank you, I really fucking needed that.”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a laugh.

I wipe off my dick on an extra shirt in my backpack, then stuff myself back in my jeans. Twyler pulls at her hair, trying to tame it, but it’s always a little wild—and now, knowing the reason it’s messed up is from my hands being in it? It’s sexy as hell.

Once we’re straight, I pull her to me and push a lazy kiss into her mouth. “You go first. I need to catch my breath.”

“See you later?” she asks.

“We’re having a team bonding night. There’s a big NHL game on tonight so we’re going as a group to watch at the Den.”

“Oh right, I heard y’all talking about that.”

I grin. “I love it when you say ‘y’all.’”

I watch her go, and then take a deep breath. She’s only been gone for a minute when the door opens. Brent Reynolds sticks his head in.

“Oh, hey. I saw some chick leave and thought the room was empty.” He winks. “I assume you’re done?”

“Yeah,” I say, reaching for my backpack and jacket. “That was just my tutor.”

“She’s hotter than mine,” he says with a laugh, flipping on the lights. If he suspects something he doesn’t say it, just dropping his books on the table. “So hey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Shanna Wentworth.”

I hitch my backpack over my shoulder. “What about her?”

“We’ve been going out some and I’ve been thinking about keeping her around.”

“And what? You want my blessing or something?” I laugh. “Go for it. You’re definitely her type.” I pause. “I thought I heard you had something going on with that girl Nadia.”

“Nadia’s definitely fun, but that kind of ran its course. I passed her on to the guys.” Unaware of how gross that sounds, he shrugs. “I’m thinking more long term. Shanna’s girlfriend material. She looks great on camera. The head of PR for the team loves her.”

“Sounds like a match made in heaven. Why do you need to talk to me?”

“I guess I was just wondering what really happened with all that?” He sits down and crosses his arms over his chest. “Did she get clingy? Have a crazy streak? Something I should know about?”

“Nah, Shanna’s solid. We just had different goals, I guess.” I rest my hand on the door. “Sounds like you two may be more aligned.”

“Great,” he says, giving me a grin. “Thanks a lot.”

A short guy with glasses and a briefcase walks in the door. The tutor, I assume.

“Well, good luck,” I say, more than happy to put some distance between the quarterback and myself. It’s not until I’m out the door that I add, “You’re going to need it.”