Breathless #5 (The Breathless Romance Series - Book #5) (7 page)

“Look, could I…could I talk to Johnny real quick?” I
bit my bottom lip. The goalie rolled his eyes with a grin.

“Look, he’ll have plenty of time for you after the
game, even if he does lose.” I put my hands on my hips, getting irritated.

“I’ve had a really long day, and honestly, I’m at the
point right now where if you don’t get him I’ll just walk in there and find him
myself.” The goalie’s eyes widened with respect.

“Coach says women weaken the legs — we’ll just not
tell coach,” he said, winking at me. “Stay right here. I go find him for you.”

I knew the intermission wasn’t very long; I fidgeted,
pacing back and forth while I waited for Johnny to show up. Of course, I had no
way of actually knowing if the goalie had just been humoring me or if he had
actually gone to get my boyfriend. I wondered what he thought I wanted to do to
Johnny. I closed
me
eyes and grinned to myself; I had
a really good idea of what I wanted to do to Johnny, I just couldn’t do it
here, I’d have to wait until after the game.

Just when I was starting to lose all faith, thinking
that the goalie either hadn’t been able to get to Johnny, hadn’t tried, or that
Johnny hadn’t been able to sneak out, he appeared. My legs went weak at the
knees; Johnny had his mask and helmet off, but he was still in all the rest of
his gear, looking even more muscular and gorgeous with his face and hair
shining with sweat. “Johnny!” I hurried to close the distance between us,
throwing my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling myself up to kiss him on
the lips. “Babe, what’s going on?” I asked. Johnny smiled at me, brushing his
lips against mine, but the next moment he looked uncertain.

“I don’t know what it is, Becky-baby, but I just… I
don’t feel on my game.” His hands started to wander along the curves of my body
and I frowned up at him in thought. The way his hands slid down to my hips sent
a shiver down my spine, and I realized what it was that Johnny needed — what
would put him back on his game again. I leaned up onto the balls of my feet and
kissed him hungrily.

“Come on,” I said, breaking away from the kiss to look
around. Johnny’s eyes were full of confusion. I grabbed him by the hand and
pulled him around a corner into a tiny little closet that was fortunately
unlocked. I think it must have been some kind of supply closet that got
forgotten or just wasn’t in use. I pulled Johnny into it with me and smiled up
at him. “I know exactly what you need,” I told Johnny slowly; I kissed him
again, my hands moving to his uniform pants. I had never taken them off of him
before. He had always been changed into regular clothes when we’d had sex. But
Johnny got what I was doing and chuckled against my lips, his hands reaching
down to help me.

I reached into his uniform pants, pushing my hand down
underneath his underwear. I kissed Johnny again as I wrapped my hand around his
thick cock, smiling against his lips as I felt him starting to harden immediately.
I stroked him slowly, working him as quickly as I could as I knew we didn’t
have very much time, either until the intermission before the third period of
the game ended or until someone might come check out the closet we had found.
Johnny moaned as I stroked him, and I felt him getting harder and harder. He
touched and groped me everywhere. I found myself getting more and more turned
on, my pussy getting wet, tightening at the thought of what I could be enjoying
— if only we had the time. But I reminded myself that I was focusing on him.
This was about Johnny, not about me. I sank down onto my knees in front of him,
pulling his uniform pants and underwear down, and Johnny’s cock immediately
sprung free, almost slapping me in the face. I chuckled, looking up at him.
Johnny was blushing slightly at the incident, but was obviously intrigued by
what I had in mind.

I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his cock
and stroked him slowly while I leaned in, licking my lips thoroughly.
This will have to be quick
, I thought. I
couldn’t torment him. I needed to just get him off as fast as possible. I
looked up at Johnny’s face; his eyes were dark with lust, his lips parted as he
panted slightly at the sight of me moving closer and closer to his cock. I
wrapped my lips around just the tip, flicking my tongue out to taste him.
Johnny smelled like sweat, but clean sweat, not the stale gross kind that
tended to go along with sports gear and the locker room. I licked at the
salty-sweet taste of his skin, sucking him lightly. Johnny moaned, his hands
sliding into my hair, his body arching against the wall of the closet. “
Shhh
,” I said, barely breaking away from his skin. “Don’t
want someone to come in here and kick you out before you’ve finished, do you?”
Johnny shook his head desperately, and I snorted, going back to my attentions.

I took more and more of him into my mouth gradually,
working my tongue up and down along the length of his thick, hard cock,
pressing against the underside, flickering along the sensitive head. Johnny
tried to suppress his moans, but I knew he was almost completely unable to hold
himself back. I heard him muffle them against his padded arm. I smiled to
myself, getting more and more turned on by the moment just from the act of
going down on Johnny like this, in the dark, where anyone might find us. The
fact that we didn’t have much time only made me more excited. The fact that his
teammates were only yards away only made it more thrilling. I thought wryly
that it would be all well and good for Johnny — he was going to get off — but I
was going to have a difficult time focusing through the third period, I was so
turned on. Johnny’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently, and I heard him
murmuring praise and compliments, as I worshipped him with my lips and tongue,
moaning at the taste of the
precum
flowing from the
tip.

I was certain that Johnny was right on the edge, that
just one or two minutes more would make him come, get him off, and then I could
send him back into the locker room a satisfied man back on his game. But
instead of hitting his orgasm, Johnny stopped me, pushing me gently off of him
and lifting me up onto my feet. He touched me everywhere, kissing me hungrily,
his
hands sliding up underneath my t-shirt to cup my
breasts. He nipped and nibbled along my throat and then moved back up to my
lips, pressing me against
he
wall he had only just been arching and twisting against. “God, Becky, I have to
have you. Please say yes,” Johnny murmured. I was too turned on to even think
of saying no.

“You…you have to be fast,” I told him, wrapping my
arms around his shoulders. Johnny laughed. He lifted me up into his arms and
pinned my back against the wall of the closet, kissing me hungrily. Somehow,
Johnny managed to unbutton the fly of my jeans and work them down over my hips,
taking my panties down with them. His fingers slid along my slick labia,
touching me lightly at first and then stroking me more and more firmly.

“Shit, I wish we had more time,” Johnny murmured
against my lips, tugging my jeans down as far as he could. I tried to wrap my
legs around his waist; we were tangled up in my clothes, but for the moment it
didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I absolutely had to have Johnny
inside of me, I had to feel him. Johnny’s moan as he rocked his hips against
mine, rubbing his cock along my soaking wet folds, told me he felt the same way
about being inside of me. I nipped along the line of his throat, moving up to
his lips. Somehow it was both weird and incredibly hot that Johnny didn’t even
have the time to take off his gear or jersey. He held me up against the wall
and I could feel the fabric damp with sweat everywhere, feel the muscles
underneath the padding and resins that protected Johnny from the most serious
injuries.

Then he was thrusting into me, and I moaned out, forgetting
for a moment that we were right in the middle of a closet in the stadium, that
anyone could walk past at any time. Johnny covered my lips with his own and
swallowed down the sound of my moans, thrusting deeper and deeper into me in
hard, fast movements. I gripped at his shoulders as best as I could, kissing
him everywhere I could reach, touching him all over. It felt so good to be with
him again, even like this, a quickie in the middle of the stadium; I tingled
all over and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as Johnny rubbed against
me with every thrust, bringing friction to bear on my clit. I lost all track of
time, lost in the feeling of Johnny inside of me, the need for more, and my
desire to have him fully naked and in my bed. I knew it was impossible and that
I should be paying more attention, but it was too good.

It might have been five minutes, ten — I never knew
how long afterwards, because time had stood still in the closet — but I found
myself getting so incredibly turned on that I couldn’t stop moaning against
Johnny’s lips, against his neck and shoulder, and all of a sudden the first
wave of pleasure crashed through me. I gasped and shivered, clinging to him,
and I felt my muscles tensing and relaxing in erratic spasms as I pushed my
hips down to meet his thrusts. “This…this is just…just like the country club,”
I managed to gasp out. Johnny groaned, nodding his agreement as he began to
lose the last of his control.

I felt Johnny’s cock twitching inside of me even in
the depths of my orgasm, felt the sticky-slick gush flooding into me as I
twisted my hips down to meet his, intent on making it last for both of us as
long as we could both manage. I had no idea whether we had missed the beginning
of the remaining period or not; for a few seconds, maybe a minute, as we both
reeled from the force of the orgasms we’d given each other, it didn’t matter.
Johnny held me and I kept my arms wrapped tightly around him, brushing my lips
along his sweaty neck.

“Shit,” I said, remembering abruptly what the whole
point of the exercise had been. I gave Johnny’s shoulder a shove. “You have to
get back out there!” I said. Johnny pulled back from my neck and looked at me
briefly in confusion. I laughed, shaking my head at him. “Championship game,
remember?” Johnny’s eyes widened, and he let me down along the wall gently,
waiting until I was steady on my feet to start fixing his clothes and gear. He
gave me a quick kiss.

“You are the best girlfriend any guy could ever have,
you know that?” He asked me, giving my hand a squeeze. “I promise I’ll win this
game.” I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t have to promise to win, just play like your
mind is on it,” I told him. Johnny grinned.

“My team always wins.”

“Prove it, then,” I said with a shrug. I pointed to
the door, laughing to myself. I took a moment to recover from what we had just
been doing, giggling to myself. I knew that it would be a couple of minutes
before the game would actually start again. I had a minute or two to make sure
my clothes were all straightened out and I didn’t look a total mess before
going back out to the stands. Although it wasn’t as if Georgia wouldn’t have an
inkling of what had happened during the intermission after she saw Johnny
starting to play again. I laughed to myself.

I thought about just what I wanted to do with — and to
— Johnny once the game was over. Whether he won or not, I loved him and I
wanted to let him feel that as often as he would let me. I darted into the
bathroom on my way back to the stands to check on myself, make sure there
weren’t any telling red spots, and to clean myself up a little bit. I
remembered the last time Johnny and I had been together; it had been in the
shower, with me confused, scared, and upset by what my mother had told me about
Johnny’s former girlfriend and what had happened to her. I could still remember
his hands moving all over me in the hot water, the way he had touched me
everywhere, and the way he had felt inside me. No other guy I had ever been
with felt as good as Johnny or as right. He somehow knew exactly how I wanted
it without me telling him. I blushed, thinking of him talking me into giving
him the tour of my parents’ house, up to my room, only to use it as an excuse
to fool around and then screw around in my teenage bedroom.

I heard the buzzer ringing in the pattern that meant
that the game was starting up again. I should get back out to make sure I
didn’t miss a moment.

Chapter
Ten

I darted to the seating area, but made sure to slow
down my pace before I was in front of anybody, making my way over to where
Georgia was still watching my seat for me in a casual saunter. I felt like
laughing. I felt like running over to where Johnny was and throwing him down
onto the ice and having my way with him right there. But I settled for sitting
down next to Georgia with a big grin on my face.

“I like the look of that,” Georgia said, snickering.
“Where did you go?” I shrugged lightly.

“I am pretty sure you’ll want to catch this period,” I
said. “I think you’ll find that the team, especially Johnny, are much better.”
Georgia giggled.

“Is that so?” She looked at me speculatively and I
shrugged. “Do I even want to know how you come to this conclusion?”

“I believe,” I said, looking at the sidelines in time
to see Johnny coming out and grinning to myself, “that certain…tensions have
been managed. But of course, who knows how that could have come to pass?”
Georgia and I giggled amongst ourselves, waiting for the remaining period of
the game to start. I was anxious to see how Johnny would do — I knew that I
would still love him if he didn’t win, obviously, but I knew that he wanted so
badly to win and prove that he could come back from what had happened. He
wanted to show everyone what fools they had been to judge him.