Chapter 38: Chapter 38

''Where are we going now?” I ask sounding more frustrated than I feel.

“One last stop, I promise.”

I know exactly where he’s taking me, or so I think. Only the graveyard isn’t in this direction. I don’t ask. I just let Scott take charge the way he always does and find him pulling into the rink parking lot, Coach Tammy! I get out of the car and run into the arena, past the lounge, onto the ice, lunging into his arms. He stumbles back a few feet but catches his balance. He knows this is good-bye and instantly he tears up. It was a sobering sight.

“I love you, coach.”

“I love you too Isabella.”

Coach Tammy has his arm around me when we see Scott walking towards us in the lounge. Scott and Tammy give each other manly hugs, the kind you see on TV. Coach Tammy wishes Scott good luck who looks over at me, “Living with her, I’ll need it,” he teases.

“Watch it or I’ll slap you,” I warn.

“Not on my ice!” Coach laughs reenacting the first argument Scott and I had when we started together. We’ve come so far since then. The skaters on the ice cluster around us, congratulating us and saying good-bye, gossip travels fast here.

Our good-byes are finished except for Juliet, I don’t dare ask.

When we enter the apartment, I check to see if Scott’s bed has been delivered. I open the bedroom door stopping suddenly when I see it, perfect!

“It’s here!” I call out thinking Scott is still in the living room. He follows me not expecting me to suddenly stop, causing him to walk into the back of me. I feel his body press up against mine, “Oh,” I say surprised, “sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says into my ear.

Swooning, I feel shivers all over. How can two words from HIM have such an impact on me? I step forward not keen on increasing the space between us and he steps forward closing that distance I made. Oh my! Thinking now is as good a time as any, I face him digging into my back pocket for the little housewarming gift I bought him, at the time I didn’t think it was inappropriate, but now, I’m starting to wonder.

I smile and placed the box in his hands, “A little house warming gift for you,” I explain. “It’s not much,” I warn.

“You shouldn’t have,” he says quietly. We sit on his bed and he grins at me before removing the wrapping paper. He opens the lid looking at the contents, “For your bed,” I explain. “Can we try them?” He asks staring at me.

“You can use them on whomever you want,” I say casually. The thought of him using the handcuffs on Juliet makes me want to hurl but I should have considered that before buying them.

“No,” he clarifies, “with you.” I haw to catch my breath for a second. His chocolate wisps are falling into his face as his eyes are boring down on me, I’m mesmerized by him. Have I always felt this way?

He leans towards me and his lips press softly against mine as his fingers slowly start undoing the buttons to my blouse, “Juliet?”

“No Juliet.” His light touch makes my breasts tingle with excitement making my nipples harden as he glides my shirt over my shoulders and down my arms.

His eyes land on my breasts and hover there making me blush. He reaches behind me unclasping my lace bra letting it fall open. With two fingers he peels the straps down and makes it land close to my blouse. He’s gaping at me. We’ve seen each other before, naked, but this time is different, sensual. Scott removes one set of handcuffs holding them in the air, “Give me your wrist,” he orders. I hand him both, he doesn’t have to twist my arm. It has been weeks if not months since I was with Michael and I’ve been pretty deprived. He slaps the cuffs on me like it's second nature, taking the key and tossing it away from the bed onto the nightstand.

He takes the second pair out of the box. “What are you doing with those?” I ask.

“Lay on your back with your hands above your head,” he instructs. He uses the second set to secure me to his headboard rendering me helpless. I like where this is going, “Oh, how alpha male of you!” I compliment Scott in a swooning tone.

He kneels over me tossing the second set of keys where he tossed the first and reaches for a pillow that is lying on top of a box and places it under my head.

“See they are perfect,” I say. “You can get all sorts of kinky the next time you have a girl over. I’ve been meaning to talk to you, about Juliet, I don’t think she’s right for you.”

He rubs up against me, I’m not sure if it was intentional, but it turned me on, “Oh, you don’t do you? Why not? Did you have someone better in mind? I want to get kinky now,” he rasps, his eyes are all dark and hooded, “with you.”

“Okay, very funny, stop teasing me and let me go,” I giggle trying to squirm away. He interrupts my plea of having them removed by kissing me passionately. Oh my, he is so hot. His lips press softly against mine, lingering, leaving me more breathless than before. His hands fist into my hair and his kisses become more frenzied. His lips brush against mine, then his tongue licks them, nipping and pulling me, biting me playfully. He is such an animal. His muscular body rock hard, like his dick.

Instinctively I want to wrap my arms around him causing the cuffs to tighten around my wrists. I moan into his mouth and his incessant kisses became even more demanding than before. My lips begin to swell and my sex is pulsing needy for him. He stops and stares longingly into my eyes before rolling me over to unzip the back of my skirt. He slides my skirt and panties down at the same time rendering me stark naked.

“Do you mind if I get comfortable?” he asks.

“By all means,” I answer in barely a whisper, “it is your room after all.” He leaves me on the bed and slowly strips down in front of me. I’m awestruck by the sheer width of his muscular chest but when I see the size of his cock I gasp at the enormity of it. He holds it absentmindedly before joining me back on the bed to focus on me.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he says under his breath. He spread my legs as wide as he can and slowly glides his tongue up my thigh, kissing and licking until he gets to the part that needs him the most. His soft tongue slowly caresses my sex swirling around and making me pant. His finger begins gliding in and out of me while his tongue keeps licking my clit making me almost squeal with delight. He inserts two fingers and keeps lapping me up like I’m a tasty treat. His tongue dives deeper into my folds before his fingers start penetrating me more aggressively. I’m about to lose it and come around his fingers when he stops dead in his tracks, in the nick of time, knowing I’m close, “Not yet,” he says, “not without me.”

He rests the tip of his cock against my sex. I want to grab him and the cuffs bang against the headboard cutting into me again. His hands grab my ass and he angles me to suit him and then he drills into me ruthlessly, overfilling me. Even though my juices naturally lubricate his shiny cock, he’s not a one-size FIT’s all kind of guy, “Scott!” I scream. Over and over again, in and out, argh! It feels like he’s tearing me in half. I’m at his mercy and he isn’t letting up, each thrust knocking the wind out of me. I feel lightheaded, almost dizzy.

Beads of sweat are collecting on his forehead. It is earth-shatteringly wicked. My mouth parches from the screaming and panting, our bodies trembled into orgasm. Overcome with raw emotion, he pours himself into me. I drop my head back in sheer exhaustion. He frees me from my cuffs and holds me in his arms. “Thanks for the gift,” he says lightly.