Snowbound With The Hockey Star

Chapter 11

He lowered me gently to the bed as he carefully took off my sweater, pulling it over my head. I shivered, but it wasn't from cold, it was anticipation. His eyes looked at me hungrily, a quiet promise deep inside.

My own hands were busy, fumbling with the buckle of his belt, then the button of his jeans. He helped me as I finally pushed them down his hips. He was strong and all man. Every doubt, every fear, every reason I had to resist vanished because of how raw and real he felt.

He took off the rest of his clothes quickly. His touch was both gentle and urgent, his fingers gently touching the curve of my hip, the line of my thigh, sending trails of fire everywhere they went. I made a soft sound, bending into his touch, my body hurting for something I hadn't known I wanted so much.

I always considered s*x a chore, but this time I wanted it more than anything.

My breath caught in my throat as his hand found its way to the hook of my bra. It fell away, showing my t**s to him. Then, his eyes burned even hotter as he lowered his head, his mouth closing over my breast. My body arched, every part of me crying for more. My fingers held onto his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the amazing feeling.

He moved lower, his kisses leaving a hot trail over my stomach, his touch hot and knowing. My tracks and underwear were peeled away with a careful slowness that was both exciting and frustrating. Naked, open, I felt a shiver of desire.

When his fingers finally found their way in me, it was a spark that started a wildfire. I cried out, my hips naturally lifting off the bed. He tasted me, explored me, driving me to the brink of madness. Every touch, every lingering kiss, was pushing me further and further, until I was twisting under him, lost in how good it felt.

"Luca," I gasped, begging, almost breaking apart.

He moved over me then, his body a warm, heavy weight. His eyes were strong, dark with passion, asking without words if it was okay. I met his eyes, my own filled with a strong need, a quiet request. Yes. Anything. Everything.

He entered me slowly, pushing gently inside, filling me completely. It was a sigh of relief, a deep sound of pure joy that escaped my lips. I felt stretched, full, completely consumed. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, wanting to absorb all of him inside me.

He began to move, a slow, steady rhythm that quickly got faster. Each thrust was powerful and taking. I don't know how I'm supposed to walk away from something like this.

This feels amazing!

After what felt like an eternity, Luca finally cums inside me, while I'm so exhausted I just want to sleep. As I drift into unconsciousness, I feel his kiss land on my forehead.

I woke up tangled in Luca’s warmth, his arm heavy around my waist, and reality crashed back in.

We pull apart quickly, pretending we weren’t just wrapped around each other. The silence was heavy but not awkward. We’ve crossed a line and can’t unsee it.

Leon’s excited voice broke the quiet. “Snow! More snow!”

He ran into the room, his little feet thumping against the floor. Luca and I exchanged a look before we started scrambling to get dressed.

Luckily, he didn't look our way because he was very excited to open the windows and show us how much snow there was today.

The storm is hell bent on keeping me trapped, but I don’t mind.

It's crazy that I've only been here for 3 days, but there's some kind of rhythm that's already happening because I was actually the one who bathed Leon while Luca made breakfast.

I know I've been chiding myself to not get attached, but I think I'm already Too Deep.

Leon wanted to go outside but today the storm was even worse than the last couple of days and Luca thought it was better that we played board games. Unfortunately, he is terrible at losing. He glared at the cards like they personally offended him, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Don’t be a sore loser," I teased.

He smirked. "I’m not losing. I’m strategizing."

Leon giggled, and the sound was like a melody to my ears. This easy joy, this messy, real comfort, it’s dangerous. Because it feels good.

Later, when Leon was napping, Luca pinned me against the couch. His hands were rough and warm, his mouth hungry.

"No strings," he growls against my lips, like he was reminding himself more than me.

"None," I whisper back.

But when he kissed me slowly and deeply, it didn't feel temporary. It feels like a promise.

We practically ripped each other's clothes while trying to be quiet, and the s*x was even better than the first time. I felt him everywhere, and I didn't want it to stop.

Until I heard an unfamiliar sound, it was a sound I heard often when I was back home, but ever since I came here, my phone hasn't rang, and it's mostly because of the network coverage, but somehow, and I'm guessing today, there was coverage.

There were no words exchanged between the two of us, and I just felt him almost go soft inside me, and I pulled away.

I quickly put on the t-shirt I was wearing and stumbled into the main room where Leon was sleeping, as I grabbed my phone as my life depended on it. But when I touched it, I didn't know if I should answer or not because I'm not sure I want to leave anymore, and tomorrow is Christmas.

Do I want to spend Christmas alone, wondering if I should have or should not have answered the call, or do I want to spend it with the two people who've made my life in just 3 days?

Unfortunately, the caller wouldn't stop continuously calling, and I had to answer at some point because Luca and I had made an agreement that this was just no strings attached until the storm was over.

Out of all people I was expecting I didn't expect it to be my brother who also happens to be an ass who doesn't speak to me unless he wants something.

"Where are you?" That was the first thing he asked me, despite the fact that I haven't been answering my phone for 3 days, the only thing he is worried about is where I am, whether or not I'm safe, and how are you would have been a great start.

"Do you need something?" I asked a bit out of breath because of what I was doing before he disturbed me.

I didn't even get to the organism.

"I don't know where you are, what you're doing, but you'd better come back, or have you forgotten that you're supposed to be getting married today?" He said bringing me back to reality because it's quite clear that I've been floating in some kind of horny dream.

Now, the dream is shattered.