Breakaway (Beyond the Play #2)

by Grace Reilly

“You really want me to fuck your ass?” She nods, the words tumbling from her in a rush. “Please, it’s all I’ve been able to think abo...

I start with her boots, unzipping them one at a time and letting them drop to the floor. I run my hands up the backs of her legs, cupping that lace-clad ass with my palms and squeezing.

There’s a zipper on the side of the bodysuit. I tug it down slowly, an inch at a time, kissing and nibbling at the back of her neck as I do. Then I ease it away, reaching around to cup her tits and rub my thumbs over her nipples. She moans, reaching back to grab my arm as she looks over her shoulder.

She gets into position, trembling already, her head hanging low against the pillows on my bed. I give myself a moment to look at her perfect ass before smacking it lightly. Her soft cry makes my balls tighten; I want to get inside her immediately.

I can’t, though—our arrangement means giving her the experiences she wants, and this is her first time trying anal. I need to go slowly. This is about her, not me, even though I’m the one who asked for the hookup.

I slick up my fingers and press a kiss to the cold nape of her neck. She shivers. I stroke my free hand down her side as I rub her asshole with my finger. “Rel...

She does, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as I press my finger inside her. “I’ve fingered myself here before, too,” she says. The mental image of that is so hot I need to stop for a seco...

I’ve watched her touch herself before; several weeks ago, we had a memorable evening in her room where she used he...

I came on her tits and licked them clean, and afterward, I stayed and watched The Bachelor with her and Mia. The thought of her slim fingers doing something...

I work the next couple fingers into her slowly, stretching a bit at a time. She’s trembling, moaning, her head turned to the side and her pretty mouth wide open as s...

When she’s pressing back against me every time I pull back, dying for more contact, I roll the condom onto my cock and stroke myself a couple of time...

She nods, gasping as I spread her cheeks. The first press of the head of my cock against her asshole makes her pant, curling her hands in the sheets. She’s on her knees and elbows now; I hook my hand around her to...

When I’m in her all the way, relishing in her tight warmth, I press my lips to the nape of her neck. It’s tough to stay still, but I need to let her adjust. I rub her clit as I mouth at her shoulder, hoping...

“Yes,” she gasps out. “Fuck, you’re big.” I let out a low laugh. “I know. You’re taking me so well.”

I thrust shallowly; the motion makes both of us moan. “You’re being so good. It’s like your body was made just for me.”

The words are catnip to her. I can practically feel her smile, how she relaxes. Fondness fills up my chest and spills through fucking everywhere—my heart, my lungs, in between every rib, settling in my stomach like a huge gulp of hot chocolate on a wintry morning. I can’t stop grinning. She’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever had, and if I’m being honest, she’s ruining me for anyone else.

“Move,” she begs. “Please, I need it.” She needs it like I need it. I roll my hips as I fuck into her with more energy, building up a rhythm between my lon...

She’s going to come just like this, I can feel it, stuffed full of my cock with her breath hitching. My balls are aching; I have to clench my ass to keep from blowing my load too early. She’s moaning loudl...

“Penny,” I groan. “Penelope. Gorgeous girl.” “Put the dildo in my cunt,” she gasps out. “Please, I ca...

I push it in without ceremony since she’s slick enough she’s dripping, and she fucking sighs when she’s stuffed full in both holes, like she’s been waiting for this moment and now she’s finally able to enjoy herself.

I barely manage another two full thrusts before she comes, and her pleasure, the way her body grips me tight and doesn’t let me go, sends me over the edge.

Penny’s in the same position when I come back. I gather her into my arms, and she kisses me tiredly, resting her head on my shoulder as I wipe her clean. “Pretty girl,” I breathe. I kiss her again, long and slow, enjoying the weight of her against my chest.

“Feeling more relaxed?” she asks. “I feel like I could go out on the ice tomorrow and get a hat trick.”

“Good. I’ve wanted that for ages, so thank you.” She snuggles even closer. “Is it okay if I . . .” I wrap my arm over her mid...

A couple minutes later, we get settled in bed with my laptop balanced atop a pillow in front of us. Penny climbed into my lap when she came back from the bathroom, so we’re a tangle of limbs, but I don’t mind. As far as viewings of Lord of the Rings go, this has been my favorite, and I’ve seen these movies nearly a dozen times.

Penny puts a couple of gummy bears in my palm. When she turns to kiss me, her breath smells like sugar. “Thank you,” she says.

“I always like having a snack around.” The truth is I bought them and put them in my gear bag for a moment just like this. I knew she’d smile, and I wanted to see that smile happen because of me.

I got exactly that, and while I’m glad we fucked—I really do feel more relaxed, ready to buckle down and focus on beating Merrimack—it’s that smile I’ll be thinking about as I take the ice tomorrow.

It burns going down, but I’m holding my own . . . at least until I see the “C” on Cooper’s sweater. It’s a bad idea, a terrible one, but I jump to my feet all the same and pound on the glass, shouting his name. He sees me—all of us, really—and skates over.

Cooper and I are friends now. If he knew about this already, he would have said something. He glances down at his sweater, like he’s just noticing the “C” for the first time. “Yeah,” he says. “Didn’t say much. Just said I earned it and handed it to me.”

I’m busy drinking in the sight of him—with his pads on, he looks formidable as fuck, and I want to climb him like a tree and knock the helmet right off his head so I can pull his hair—but then the referee blows the whistle, ruining the moment.

Now that’s happened, and if his game wasn’t back before, it definitely is now. He’ll be able to have any girl he wants—because who wouldn’t want to sleep with the captain of the hockey team?

Combine his status with his reputation, which I know firsthand is worth every word, and he won’t have to worry about relaxing before games for the rest of the season or the next one, and certainly not when he graduates and scoops up the splashy rookie deal he wants so badly.

Why would he want to keep up a thing with a girl who hasn’t even let him fuck her pussy yet when he could have that and more, all in one night, from any number of girls who will mob him th...

“I was too harsh to you. I know you care about him.” I swallow. “Yeah, he’s a good guy. A good friend.”

Even though I desperately want to keep going through The List with him and him alone, this is the out we both need. And since I can’t bear to hear it from him, I need to be the one to say it first.