AN: I know I suck! I've been incredibly busy for the last few months. I'm taking the last class for my MBA and its taken up nearly all of my time outside of work. I can't promise that I'll get the rest of this out fast but I promise to try!
Nef's Pov
The first round of the playoffs for the boys went smoothly. They just seemed to click, with every member of the team contributing and giving their all. The Caps beat the Ranger in 5 games. We all wanted it to be done in 4 but we were just happy with the win. It meant that the boys had improved from last year and the big question would be by how much. There was a few days of down time between the end of round one and the beginning of round two. We wouldn't know until the end of the entire first round who the boys would be facing.
"Go home, rest up, and come back the day after tomorrow ready to work," Bruce told the guys at the end of practice.
With an entire night and day off from hockey Sasha let me know that he wanted to spend time with me. I had lived in the library the past two weeks only popping out for food and hockey. It was like that for all grad students approaching graduation. We were in the home stretch, the sprint to the finish line. I'd turned in the last of my final projects and the only thing that remained was to prepare for exams. I could spend a day or two of time with Sasha.
Meet me at my place. Come upstairs to my room.
Sasha sent a text message when he left Kettler to come over to his place after I had finished up for the day. His parents would be gone for two days and I knew that we would be completely alone.Sasha made it clear what he wanted and I was more than happy to oblige.
When I arrived at Sasha's place I found him in his room, naked, kneeling at the foot of his bed with his head bowed. He didn't look up when I approached him, nor did he look up when I looked over everything he laid out. It had been a while since we had been able to play freely and we both missed it.We both enjoyed sex with each other but we loved to play, experiment, and try new things.
"Have you showered?" I asked.
"Yes," was his response.
"On the bed. Face down," I told him.
While he complied I undressed and took the time to look at his body. There were bruises on his arms, legs, and torso. Hockey is a rough and tumble sport and I was used to the marks that littered his body but the Rangers were a physical team and his body showed it. I made a mental note to rub down the parts of his body that looked like they could use a little TLC. But as for right now I had an appointment with his lovely back side. I sat beside him on the bed trailing my fingers across his back, over his bottom, and down his legs.
"I missed you," he said turning his face toward me.
"I missed you too."
SWAT. My hand came down sharply on the left side of his butt. He flinched. Whenever I'd spanked him before I always warmed him up with a few gentle swats. This time there was no warm up and I brought my hand down sharply on the other side. I repeated this until he began to squirm on the bed. SWAT. SWAT. SWAT. Again and again until his skin had taken on a lovely pink color.
"Nef...hmmmmm," he groaned.
"This is what you wanted?" I asked as my hand came down harder.
"Ye- I wanted you."
The palm of my hand started to turn pink as Sasha's bottom so I stopped to grab the paddle he had jokingly given to me. It was black leather with "Dept of ED" written in white block letters.
"Ahhh," he all but screamed the first time I brought the paddle down on his butt. "No! Not that!"
I hadn't used a paddle on him very often as the pain of it sometimes outweighed the pleasure that he derived from a spanking. His hips began to shift on the bed but he made no move to get up. His hands twisted in the bed sheet and he released a high pitched whine. After about a dozen or so swats I put the paddle down.to rub his redden skin.The whine turned into a low groan as he liked the caress of my hand more than the bite of the paddle.
I told him to turn onto his back and I noticed that even with the paddling his was rock hard with precum dripping from the tip. My hand inched up his thighs and toward his cock and it twitched in anticipation.
"Tell me what you want," I said as I started to kiss random patterns all over his chest and stomach.
When he didn't respond I began to swat his legs with the paddle focusing on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. The bite of the paddle was strong and he tried to shift away. I warned him to be still or I would tie him down.
"No, please. I want you...I want you to ride me," he finally managed to get out.
Sasha's POV
With two days off I had my mind set on spending as much time with Nef as I could. We were in my room sprawled out on my bed with me on my back beneath her.
"Nef, stop teasing," I pleaded.
I asked her to ride me but she refused to take me completely inside her. She balanced on her knees so that only the tip of my cock was inside her. She slowly swiveled her hips moving in a languid circle. Every time I tried to thrust upward she brought her hand down in a sharp swat to my chest. I didn't want her to grab the paddle so I stilled.
"Nef, please!" I all but begged.
"I could feel her warm pulsing center right above my my cock and I wanted nothing more that to be enveloped in that heat. She leaned backward, planting her feet on either side of my hips while supporting herself with one hand. Her free hand found her clit and began to rub sensuous circles. The sight of her pleasuring herself was amazing but it did nothing to give me what I wanted. Since she couldn't reach for the paddle I tried to thrust upward into her but the angle of her hips kept me from being able to push into her.
Her breathing quickened and I could tell she was close. She began to shake and it was harder to keep her balance on the tip of my erection.
"Please, let me cum with you?" Nef had barely said two words to me but I begged relentlessly. She barely touched me but I was trembling and desperate to cum. It took everything I had to lie still on the bed.
Her legs gave out as she started to cum and she sank down to one knee. She smirked as she refused to lower herself completely and I watched as her body trembled. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out when she moved away from me. My cock was red, glistening with a mixture of her fluids and precum that oozed at a steady flow, and throbbing.
"Should I let you cum?" she whispered in my ear.
Yes, I wanted to say but that's not what she wanted to hear. That's not what would actually get her to make me cum. She liked seeing me flustered, on the edge of release, and begging. She liked it when I was desperate to cum. She liked to tease me.
"If it please you," I answered. "If you want me to cum then yes. If you not want me to cum yet then I try not to."
She grabbed my erection tightly in her hand and lowered her mouth to it. She swallowed me deep into her throat and I cried out at the sudden warmth and wetness.
"Oh God! ...please!"
She hadn't told me if she wanted me to cum or not. She sucked harder and started to hum. I was close and there was no way I would be able to hold back for much longer. The hard sucking of her mouth. The caress of her tongue on the underside of my cock while her throat massaged the shaft was nearly too much.
"Close. please I close."
"Uh-huh," she mumbled around my cock. She pulled back longer enough to say "Cum."
I did. Hard. Gushing cum into her throat and screaming myself hoarse. She continued to suck, milking every drop of cum from me before she allowed me to collapse bonelessly on the bed.
"Good?" she asked smirking.
"Da. Good," I panted.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Chapter 89 - They miss you, Nef.
AN: Holy Crap!!! 6 and 0? - I'll take it. Good game boys!
Sasha's POV
The playoffs were starting and Nef is preparing for finals. I see her less as we're both so busy but our time together is better. We've both made a concerted effort to make the most of our time and to communicate more.
Around the time of the trade deadline there was a charity skate event for local children and their families, It was to raise money for youth hockey for underprivileged children in The Washington Metropolitan Area. Just about every member of team, their significant others, and their children attended. I had been concerned about Nef and how she would react to being around children. She'd been avoiding being around other WAGs, the guys, and children since she came back to DC. She'd been avoiding them to the point where the only other person on the team she interacted with was Ovi.
It took a lot for me to convince Nef to go and even then it wasn't because she wanted too. It was because I told her that I needed her. She made it through the event and even realized how much she had missed the guys. There were a couple of times when I almost didn't make it through the event. I would glance over and she her with one of the smaller children and start to wonder whats it would have been like if our child hand lived. I'd start to wonder about Ned as a mom and myself as a dad. I'd gotten so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Nef approach me.
"We'll try again when we're ready," she said softly in my ear.
Over the course of the event I saw her interacting with the WAGs more. There were a few that knew about the miscarriage because they'd been told by their men but for the most part they were respectful and didn't ask Nef any questions about it. There were a few question about why it had been so long since Nef came to an event but she chalked it up to being busy with school.
"So when are you two getting hitched?" Brooks asked me when Nef went to talk to Jamie, Mike Knuble's wife, and the group of little girls she was leading on the the ice. They couldn't have beenmore than eight years old.
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb, Sash."
"I not know. We move in together after the season end but we make no play for that yet. She say only if she not kill after first few months."
Brooks laughed at that. Nef and knew that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together but we had made no concrete plans for marriage. We'd been asked multiple times by her parents and by my mother since the end of January and the answer was always the same: "No, not yet."
"Well when you get hitched I want an invite."
Brooks skated over to Nef and said "Ewww girls! They have cooties!" I saw her turn and glare at him before chasing after him. Jamie was right behind her telling the littler girls to catch Brooks.Nef was pretty fast on skates and managed to catch up to Brooks and launch herself onto his back, forcing him into a head lock. Jamie came up behind them to pin Brooks' arms.The next thing I saw was the little girls wailing on Brooks' legs.
Nef's POV
WAG me. That's what I said to Sasha when he brought up the charity skate event that was scheduled for a couple of weeks after the trade deadline.As Sasha and I were in a serious, long term relationship their were certain obligations that I needed to fulfill and as of late I had been slacking. Now, Sasha needed me and I had no other choice but to go.
It wasn't all that bad. The event was nice and some of the WAGs told me that they were only obligated to go when it was a family sponsored event and as such it never focused on personal matters. There were other teams in the NHL that forced their start players to interact with the public in ways that caused increasing interest in the players personal life. At this point I was not ready for that. In any regards the Caps didn't do that. With the ever increasing amount of attention and media coverage the team received in recent years management had figured out a way of doing it without exposing too much of the players. Considering what Sasha and I had just experienced I was grateful.
It was a large event with both rinks at Kettler in use. It was open to the general public and most of the youth hockey clubs had representatives their to take donations and to sign up new kids. There was even an equipment donation center where parents could bring the equipment their children had out grown and could potentially pick up new stuff to help ease the cost or replacing equipment.
It was fun. Nearly all of the guys were there and it was amazing to see them act like kids. Most of them weren't too far removed maturity wise but seeing an adult interact with children was just to cute to miss.
Brooks Laich had cornered me earlier, asking why I had disappeared for so long. The guys had made it known that they had missed me. They made it know that they were there for support Brooks had been the guy that I was closest to on the team other than Ovi.
"When you and Sash decide to take the plunge make sure I get my invitation," he said skating away from me.
A little while later I saw him cornering Sasha and assumed he was having the same conversation with Sasha that he had with me.
I was currently on the ice with Jamie Knuble, Mike's wife. we were some of the few that could skate and keep up with the boys. Jamie was pretty cool - we'd never hung out all that much considering the 10 plus year age gap between us. She was however a wealth of knowledge and I ended up talking to her for the majority of the event. She knew about about my miscarriage because Mike had told her. It wasn't awkward and she didn't ask me any questions about it. She was even there to politely dissuade any WAG who got a little too curious.
"Ewww girls! They have cooties!" I heard as Brooks came back to me.
I glared at him before chasing after him. Jamie was right behind me telling the littler girls we'd been skating with to catch Brooks.I was pretty fast on skates and managed to catch up to Brooks and launch myself onto his back, forcing him into a head lock. Most of the coaching staff had a minor panic attack when I jumped on his back. The playoffs were here and no one wanted to be further injured.
Jamie came up behind us and pinned Brooks' arms, while the little girls were wailing on Brooks' legs. There are very few things funnier than a full grown man screaming for mercy while getting beat up by a group of 8 year old girls.
I spent the rest of the event clutching my sides from laughing so hard. These guys were my friends and I'd missed them. As the days and weeks past we moved closer and closer to the place we used to be. Things were a little more normal and the pain was a little less.I had been so afraid of being hurt by what I no longer had that I had missed what I did have. Friends that genuinely cared about my mental and physical well-being. I'd shut out this part of my life with Sasha and slowly we were starting to open up again.
Sasha's POV
The playoffs were starting and Nef is preparing for finals. I see her less as we're both so busy but our time together is better. We've both made a concerted effort to make the most of our time and to communicate more.
Around the time of the trade deadline there was a charity skate event for local children and their families, It was to raise money for youth hockey for underprivileged children in The Washington Metropolitan Area. Just about every member of team, their significant others, and their children attended. I had been concerned about Nef and how she would react to being around children. She'd been avoiding being around other WAGs, the guys, and children since she came back to DC. She'd been avoiding them to the point where the only other person on the team she interacted with was Ovi.
It took a lot for me to convince Nef to go and even then it wasn't because she wanted too. It was because I told her that I needed her. She made it through the event and even realized how much she had missed the guys. There were a couple of times when I almost didn't make it through the event. I would glance over and she her with one of the smaller children and start to wonder whats it would have been like if our child hand lived. I'd start to wonder about Ned as a mom and myself as a dad. I'd gotten so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Nef approach me.
"We'll try again when we're ready," she said softly in my ear.
Over the course of the event I saw her interacting with the WAGs more. There were a few that knew about the miscarriage because they'd been told by their men but for the most part they were respectful and didn't ask Nef any questions about it. There were a few question about why it had been so long since Nef came to an event but she chalked it up to being busy with school.
"So when are you two getting hitched?" Brooks asked me when Nef went to talk to Jamie, Mike Knuble's wife, and the group of little girls she was leading on the the ice. They couldn't have beenmore than eight years old.
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb, Sash."
"I not know. We move in together after the season end but we make no play for that yet. She say only if she not kill after first few months."
Brooks laughed at that. Nef and knew that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together but we had made no concrete plans for marriage. We'd been asked multiple times by her parents and by my mother since the end of January and the answer was always the same: "No, not yet."
"Well when you get hitched I want an invite."
Brooks skated over to Nef and said "Ewww girls! They have cooties!" I saw her turn and glare at him before chasing after him. Jamie was right behind her telling the littler girls to catch Brooks.Nef was pretty fast on skates and managed to catch up to Brooks and launch herself onto his back, forcing him into a head lock. Jamie came up behind them to pin Brooks' arms.The next thing I saw was the little girls wailing on Brooks' legs.
Nef's POV
WAG me. That's what I said to Sasha when he brought up the charity skate event that was scheduled for a couple of weeks after the trade deadline.As Sasha and I were in a serious, long term relationship their were certain obligations that I needed to fulfill and as of late I had been slacking. Now, Sasha needed me and I had no other choice but to go.
It wasn't all that bad. The event was nice and some of the WAGs told me that they were only obligated to go when it was a family sponsored event and as such it never focused on personal matters. There were other teams in the NHL that forced their start players to interact with the public in ways that caused increasing interest in the players personal life. At this point I was not ready for that. In any regards the Caps didn't do that. With the ever increasing amount of attention and media coverage the team received in recent years management had figured out a way of doing it without exposing too much of the players. Considering what Sasha and I had just experienced I was grateful.
It was a large event with both rinks at Kettler in use. It was open to the general public and most of the youth hockey clubs had representatives their to take donations and to sign up new kids. There was even an equipment donation center where parents could bring the equipment their children had out grown and could potentially pick up new stuff to help ease the cost or replacing equipment.
It was fun. Nearly all of the guys were there and it was amazing to see them act like kids. Most of them weren't too far removed maturity wise but seeing an adult interact with children was just to cute to miss.
Brooks Laich had cornered me earlier, asking why I had disappeared for so long. The guys had made it known that they had missed me. They made it know that they were there for support Brooks had been the guy that I was closest to on the team other than Ovi.
"When you and Sash decide to take the plunge make sure I get my invitation," he said skating away from me.
A little while later I saw him cornering Sasha and assumed he was having the same conversation with Sasha that he had with me.
I was currently on the ice with Jamie Knuble, Mike's wife. we were some of the few that could skate and keep up with the boys. Jamie was pretty cool - we'd never hung out all that much considering the 10 plus year age gap between us. She was however a wealth of knowledge and I ended up talking to her for the majority of the event. She knew about about my miscarriage because Mike had told her. It wasn't awkward and she didn't ask me any questions about it. She was even there to politely dissuade any WAG who got a little too curious.
"Ewww girls! They have cooties!" I heard as Brooks came back to me.
I glared at him before chasing after him. Jamie was right behind me telling the littler girls we'd been skating with to catch Brooks.I was pretty fast on skates and managed to catch up to Brooks and launch myself onto his back, forcing him into a head lock. Most of the coaching staff had a minor panic attack when I jumped on his back. The playoffs were here and no one wanted to be further injured.
Jamie came up behind us and pinned Brooks' arms, while the little girls were wailing on Brooks' legs. There are very few things funnier than a full grown man screaming for mercy while getting beat up by a group of 8 year old girls.
I spent the rest of the event clutching my sides from laughing so hard. These guys were my friends and I'd missed them. As the days and weeks past we moved closer and closer to the place we used to be. Things were a little more normal and the pain was a little less.I had been so afraid of being hurt by what I no longer had that I had missed what I did have. Friends that genuinely cared about my mental and physical well-being. I'd shut out this part of my life with Sasha and slowly we were starting to open up again.
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