Pucked: Pucked Over Part 23

"I remember. It was fantastic. We should definitely try to break that record this time."

"What makes you think I want to do you again?"

"Do me again? Oh baby, I'm pretty sure it was me doing you, not the other way around." She huffs, and I laugh. "If I say you did me instead of the other way around will it help me get you naked again?"

"Maybe. When's the game?"

"Not this Friday, but next."

"Let me check my calendar." Silence follows, and then several seconds later, "Randy?"

"Still here. Waiting for a naked pic."

"Still not happening. I have some bad news."

"Don't tell me you can't come." I don't like disappointment.

"I can come just fine. I think you should know this by now."

My voice lowers. "I sure f.u.c.king do, and I have plans to make it happen repeatedly in under two weeks."

"That sounds fun, but I won't be able to make the game."

"Because of work? Just call in sick."

"I would, but we have a holiday performance, and that's our dress rehearsal. I can't miss it. You could always do what you did last time and come to Guelph."

"I can't. We have a game on Sunday in Chicago. I have to fly back with the team."

"Oh."

"f.u.c.k." I run a hand through my hair. "I wanna see you."

"You mean you want to get me naked."

"That, too."

"Well, Sunny's been talking about moving to Chicago, and Alex has already put in an offer on a house for her, so it looks like I might have a reason to come out your way sooner or later."

"Miller mentioned that."

He's more than mentioned it. He's counting down the days. He's got Sunny's work placement all set up so she can finish college here instead of in Canada. He's already looked into what it takes to get her citizenship and everything. At first he thought he could have her run the foundation he set up, but it's way more involved than any of them realized, so between him and Alex, they managed to secure Sunny something in a non-profit organization.

"I'm kinda surprised she's not moving in with him, what with how whipped he is," I add.

"She will eventually. She wants her own s.p.a.ce for a while. She keeps trying to convince me to move out there with her."

"You should. That'd be way more convenient for me." I'm half-kidding. I'm also all-the-way hard at the idea of having access to her more often.

Lily laughs. "I'm all about making it more convenient for you. I'll get right on packing."

"Seriously, though, how hard is it to get a work visa?"

"I have dual citizenship, so that's not really an issue."

"For real?"

"Yeah. My dad didn't give me much, but he gave me that."

"So it's perfect, then; you move out here with Sunny, and we can get naked all the d.a.m.n time. It'll be awesome."

"Except for the fact that I won't have a job."

"You teach skating. This is Chicago. People are insane about hockey here. Everyone wants to be pro, and most take a year of figure skating to build ice skills. I bet I could make a call and get something lined up just like that." I snap my fingers. Then I consider the idea of Lily in one of those little skating skirts with prep.u.b.escent boys drooling all over her. They won't be the problem. It'll be the dads.

"Alex has already offered to do that."

I get that feeling in the back of my neck again. "Then you should do it."

Lily laughs. "I don't know."

"What isn't there to know?" I have no idea why I'm pushing this so hard. Maybe it's because I haven't had s.e.x in three weeks and I was totally banking on having lots of it next Friday. With Lily. I think I might be developing a slight problem-not that it matters since I won't be getting what I want.

"It's not like Sunny's going to stay in that house forever. I give her six months tops. Or maybe Miller will move in, and I'll have to find my own place. Besides, I don't really know anyone in Chicago."

"That's not true. You know Alex and Violet and her friend-the one who's with Westinghouse-and most importantly, you know me." My voice goes low as I stick my hand inside my pants and adjust my hard-on. "Think about all the fun we could have, Lily."

"Oh, I'm very familiar with all the fun we could have."

"Then you should definitely consider it. I mean, how awesome would it be if we could have bathroom s.e.x in houses, as well as hotels and arenas."

"We could've had bathroom s.e.x at Alex's."

"True, but the bed was so much better. f.u.c.k. We need to stop talking about s.e.x in bathrooms."

"Why? Is it stressing you out?"

"It's making me hard."

"You should send me a picture."

"I'm hanging up and calling you back." I seriously have no idea what's wrong with me. It's not like I can't take care of this s.h.i.t on my own. Or I could hook up with some random and get relief, but then I'd have to deal with Miller and possibly Waters getting on my case.

"What? Why?"

"I want to video call you."

"Video call me?"

"Yeah. You cool with that?"

"Yeah. Yup. Uh-huh."

She hangs up before I can.

Chapter 17.

Hands in the Pants LILY.

I throw my phone on the bed and run to the mirror to check my reflection. I'm wearing a camisole and a pair of shorts. s.e.xier would be better, but there's no time. I drop my pants and check out my panties. They're horrible. My phone's already ringing. I accept the call, then rush back over to my dresser and yank open the top drawer with all my underwear.

"Hey. Gimme a second." I'm not sure what exactly Randy has in mind, but if we're going to have video-phone, mutual-masturbation s.e.x, I need to be wearing nicer panties. I also make sure my door is locked and find my headphones.

"Why am I looking at a ceiling?" Randy asks.

"Just hold on."

"Oh, I'm already holding on."

A rush of warmth floods my body, settling low in my stomach. All Randy has to do is speak, and I feel it right in my magic marble. He's a human aphrodisiac. I root through my undies until I find the pair he bought me. I check my girl parts. I took care of business yesterday, so everything's a thumbs up there. So are my legs. After Randy-bathroom incident number four, I've been way more regular about shaving them.

I smooth out my hair, turn on the lamp on my nightstand, and turn off the light over my bed to help set the mood. Then I get an idea.

I was Jason for Halloween this year. It's an easy, inexpensive costume: a mask and a blue jumpsuit. It's also not s.l.u.tty, which is one of the things that bugs me about that particular holiday. It's like a license to dress like a hobag and then get all militant about guys who do the a.s.s-d.i.c.krub in bars. I don't go out on Halloween if I can avoid it, especially not in a university town like Guelph.

I rummage around inside my closet for the mask.

"What's going on over in Canada?" Randy asks from his spot on my bed. If only he was here. And my mother wasn't in the living room watching some stupid TV show with Tim-Tom. He seems to have become a new permanent fixture.

"I'm just getting ready for you!" I call back.

"I seriously hope that means you're going to be naked."

I slip the mask over my face, take a deep breath and pick up my phone.

"Hey." I can see my own image in the small video box on the right side of the screen. All Randy can currently see is my horror-movie-inspired face.

"f.u.c.king s.h.i.t, Lily. Are you kidding me with this?" He sounds distressed.

I smash the phone against my chest to m.u.f.fle his voice and burst into a fit of giggles.

"Seriously, Lily. That is not a s.e.xy look."

"What about this?" I hold the phone out farther so he can see the rest of my outfit. I lost the shorts when I changed undies.

Randy groans. The sound makes my nipples hard and all my sensitive places tingle. "You need to take that mask off. It's seriously freaking me out."

I toss it on the floor, then drop down on the mattress, holding the phone back up to my face. "Better?"

He's lying on his bed, shirtless, his tattooed arm tucked behind his head. G.o.d, he's built. There's so much arm and chest and s.e.xy going on, it's hard not to sigh. His hair isn't pulled back and it's shorter, reaching his cheekbones instead of his chin. He's trimmed the beard. I remember how that felt between my thighs the first time he ever went down on me. He's gorgeous.

"You need to show me that whole outfit you've got going without the mask," he says in that gravelly voice that makes my girl parts light up like a Christmas tree.

I scan my body with the phone, then bring it back up to my face. "That's all you're getting."

"If you lived in Chicago, I'd be at your place in a hot minute."

"Would you now?"

"Definitely. So you should give serious consideration to moving here." He lifts his head and runs his hand down his chest, following the action with his phone. He's wearing one of the pairs of defaced underwear. He has a serious hard-on. I can see the ridge of the head through the blue cotton. "Just imagine, Lily, all this could be yours, as often as you want it."

He slides his hand into the waistband of his underwear, and I moan. I can't help it. I know what he's hiding under there and how it feels to have it inside me. Repeatedly.

He moves the phone back up to his face before I get a glimpse of anything good. Well, apart from his seriously hot body. "You like that?"

"I like it better when your c.o.c.k isn't confined by stupid things like underwear. I also like it better when it's inside me, rather than hundreds of miles away in a bedroom I can't get to."

"You see how solid my argument is, then?"

"I saw how solid something was. At least it looked solid. Unless you stuck a d.i.c.k-shaped rod in your underwear. You should show me again."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He grins and his tongue peeks out to touch the scar on his lip.

"I already showed you mine."

"Not without something covering it. You want more of me, you need to give me more of you." He's got that d.a.m.n smile going. It drives me crazy.

"I'm not getting naked on video. How do I know you won't screenshot it?" I ask.

"How'm I gonna do that with my hand in my boxers?"

I stare at his hot face and notice his arm is moving. In a very rhythmic way.

"Are you jerking off?" It's comes out all low and breathy.

"Wanna help me out if I am?"

Now here's an interesting fact: I've never had phone s.e.x, let alone video phone s.e.x. Based on Randy's comfort level, I'm guessing he's done this before. So as hot as this is, I'm feeling a little out of my element.

"I'm messing with you, Lily girl. I just wanted to see that gorgeous face of yours so it's fresh in my mind for later."