We move together as her back arches off the mattress at the intrusion of my cock, thoroughly filling her tight pussy. “Fuck,” I grit out as I break the kiss. “How can you always feel so tight around my cock?” I ask as I hike her leg up higher on my hip as I start to withdraw and slam back home.
“It’s all you,” she pants out. “Yes! Right there, don’t stop,” she cries. “There!” she says once again as I pound into her hard and fast. My hips are moving at a speed I didn’t even know was an option; I can feel the tingle starting to form in my spine as sweat starts to also trickle down my back.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” I grit out, grinding my molars as I attempt to hold back my own orgasm until I feel her body start to pulse around my cock.
The moment I feel her go, I slam my cock so deep inside her, letting go as my own orgasm takes over.
I collapse forward, seeing stars thanks to how hard I just came. My forehead rests against the bed just above her shoulder as I work on nothing but breathing as I enjoy the orgasm high I’m feeling right now.
“Are you going to be okay?” Hailey asks, and I realize it’s been probably five minutes since we finished, and I’ve yet to move.
“Yeah, sorry,” I tell her, standing up and sliding out of her. “You okay?” I ask.
“I’m great, come cuddle with me,” she says, patting the bed next to her. I quickly dispose of the condom while she slides out, heading for the bathroom quickly, but returns just a minute later, finding me spread out on the bed and ready for her to cuddle up in my arms.
“I’m ready for a nap after that,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head once she’s settled.
“I could be talked into a short nap,” she admits.
“Then what are we waiting for?” I ask, holding her tightly against my side. I pull the blankets up and over us, then close my eyes and let sleep claim me for the next hour.
Chapter Eighteen
Hailey
New York City has been a blast, and we’ve only been here for a day. After yesterday’s tryst in the hotel, followed by a little mid-day nap, we went out and explored Central Park. We got a hot dog and pretzel from some street vendors when we first got to the park and followed that up with some New York-style pizza slices once we were hungry well after the sun went down.
Since we got a later start than we’d planned because of the nap yesterday, most of the artists were already packing up for the day. We pushed that bucket item list to today, so that’s our hopeful first stop along our adventure out today.
I step out of the shower, wrapping one of the hotel’s big and fluffy towels around my body, then wrap my hair in another. I love these towels and wish I could have them at home. They’re just that nice.
“Hey, babe,” Dylan calls from the bedroom.
“Yeah?” I call back as I grab my lotion and head out to sit on the bed so I can lather myself up.
“What did you want for breakfast?” he asks, holding the room service menu.
“What do they have?” I ask as I rub lotion onto my legs.
“Pretty much anything you could want,” he says, setting the menu down on the bed where I can read it.
“I’ll take the raspberry, and ricotta cheese pancakes with the applewood smoked bacon,” I tell him, all of that sounding so good that it’s making my stomach growl.
“Anything else?” he asks.
“I don’t think so,” I tell him as I switch legs. I look up at him since he hasn’t moved an inch yet, and I catch him staring at me while I rub my lotion in. “See something you like?” I tease him.
“Always,” he replies before finally picking up the room’s phone and calling in the breakfast order. “I’m going to go grab a quick shower while we wait on the food. My wallet’s on the nightstand if they come before I’m out, and I should have some cash so you can tip the person,” he says, stopping to give me a passionate kiss before he saunters into the bathroom for his shower.
“Tease!” I call out as he clears the bathroom door.
“No more than you are, sitting there putting on lotion in only a towel.”
“It’s not like you haven’t seen me do this multiple times at home. I literally do this after every one of my showers.”
He doesn’t answer, but I also don’t expect one since I can tell he’s stepped into the shower. I busy myself with getting dressed. I slip a sundress on since it’s so nice here, and the weather shows a sunny day with no chance of rain.
I’m standing at the mirror, brushing out my hair, when I hear the knock at the door. I grab his wallet as I make my way to the door, opening it to someone dressed all fancy-like with a rolling table in front of him.
“Morning, Miss,” the gentleman greets me. “May I bring this inside for you?” he asks, and I have to bite back a giggle at how proper he sounds.
“Please do,” I tell him instead, stepping aside and holding the door open for him to enter.
“Anywhere, in particular, you’d like me to set this up?” he asks.
“Maybe over by the windows,” I request, and he does just that. I watch as he pulls out parts of the table folded underneath, making it a full table now. He sets it and then pulls out our plates of food from a container in the center beneath. I’m guessing it was keeping our food warm, from the looks of it.
“Do you need anything else?” he asks once he’s finished setting everything up. It looks like we’re in a five-star restaurant, not a hotel room.
“I don’t think so, thank you so much,” I tell him, handing over some cash as a tip. I have no idea how much this costs, but knowing the hotel we’re in, I can’t imagine that it was cheap, so I hope the twenty I found in Dyl’s wallet was generous enough.
“Thank you, Miss. When you’re done, just place the table next to the door, and when housekeeping comes by, they’ll take it away for you. If you need it removed sooner, don’t hesitate to call.”
“Thank you,” I tell him as he leaves our room. “Food’s here,” I crack the bathroom door and tell Dylan.
“I figured that when I heard you talking to someone. I stayed in here since I forgot to bring any clothes in with me.” He smirks, walking out with his towel wrapped around his hips. I go straight over to the table, removing the covers from the plates, snagging a strip of bacon from mine, and taking a bite.
“Oh my God,” I mumble with the food in my mouth. “This might be the best bacon I’ve ever had,” I tell him before taking another bite. I simultaneously cut into my pancakes, then take a bite and about die again when the flavors hit my taste buds. “This is so good,” I say as he pulls on a T-shirt and some shorts.
“Good, eat up, so you have your energy for today,” he says, joining me at the table. We each pull up a chair from the sitting area, allowing us to sit around the table while we eat.
With breakfast finished, we both brush our teeth, and I take a few minutes to pull my hair up into a ponytail. I want it out of my face today and think that it will help keep me cooler with it up. We grab our things, then head out to explore some more of the city.
“Smile for me and look at one another,” the artist instructs as we sit in his chairs. We finally found someone to draw a character picture for us as we walked around Central Park. We’ve been sitting for about ten minutes already. We both do as he asks, smiling and then looking at one another.
“Love you,” I whisper, only for Dylan to hear.
“Not as much as I love you,” he answers, and I just roll my eyes at him.
“Okay, all done,” the man says before setting his supplies down. He picks up the paper, turning it to show us, and I can’t help but love the silly yet very accurate picture he made of us.
“Thank you so much! I love it!” I gush as I jump off the chair, taking the drawing from the man.
“That’s great!” he states. He hands me a cardboard sleeve to place the drawing in to keep it safe. I slide that into the backpack Dylan thought to bring with us for carrying things that we might buy while
out on our little adventures.
“Okay, so now that we’ve checked off the drawing from your NYC bucket list, what else do we need to accomplish today?” he asks.
“Just the play, but that’s tonight,” I tell him as we wander some more. I love it; we’re able to just go at whatever pace we want, hand in hand as we walk the paved paths, taking in the beauty, the hustle, and bustle of the city. We stop at little street vendors before making our way to the main streets where the storefronts are. We wander into a few of them, not really in the shopping mood, but we take reprieve when we can find some air conditioning to be in for a little bit at a time.
“Babe, look at this!” Dylan says, stopping to read an advertisement from a local restaurant. The image is a large milkshake, but on top of the glass is an entire slice of cake, and the glass has all sorts of candies stuck to the outside of it. “Let’s go check it out; it looks like it is only around the block,” he states.
“Sounds good,” I tell him. He pulls the place up on his phone, making sure we’re going in the right direction as we head to find this monstrosity of a milkshake.
We quickly find the restaurant, and thankfully, they aren’t jam-packed since it is mid-afternoon. We only have to wait a few minutes before we’re able to order. While we wait, we both read over the menu.
“What are you thinking?” I ask Dylan. I’m a little overwhelmed by all the options. “We should probably share one,” I tell him after seeing just how large these are as some come out of the kitchen and past us on their way to the tables.
“I think you’re right,” he says. “What one is your top pick?” he asks.
“Ummm…” I stall as I think over all the options. “Maybe the Cakeshake one?” I suggest.
“I’m good with it if you want to try that one,” he says.
We step up to the counter, placing our order for one Cakeshake and two waters. With that much sugar, I’m sure we’re going to need it to wash everything down.
Dylan pays, and we take our table marker with us and find a little table for two along the back wall. “Do we want to head back towards the hotel after this, have a little time to relax before it is time to leave for dinner and the play?” he suggests.
“Sounds good to me. I might even lay down and take a thirty-minute power nap. Make sure I’m well rested for the play tonight.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” he says as a server brings our monstrosity of a milkshake out to us. It looks just like the advertisement we saw that told us about this place. We both take a bite of the slice of cake that’s on top, and the flavors burst to life on my tongue. The shake below it is just as yummy, even if it is a sugar coma waiting to happen.
“Time to go for dinner,” Dylan calls out. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, closing the strap on my sandals. I stand once they’re clasped, sliding my hands down my dress. This one is a little more formal than the summer dress I wore earlier today as we walked around. “Damn, you are hot in that dress,” Dylan says, whistling as I spin in a little circle for him.
“Thank you,” I tell him, closing the distance between us. He leans down, placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth so that he doesn’t wipe my lipstick off.
“We’d better get out of here before I strip you out of that dress, and we miss all of our reservations tonight,” he warns.
I shake my head, laughing at him. “Such a caveman.”
“I’ll show you, caveman,” he warns, pulling me flush with him. I look up into his eyes and see nothing but love and desire dancing in them.
“Dinner, play, then you can bring me back here and show me just how much of a caveman you can be,” I tell him, patting his chest.
“If you insist,” he says, and I pull him along and out the door so that we’re not late.
Chapter Nineteen
Dylan
We get out of the theater; the show was much better than I was expecting. I’m not usually a huge fan of musicals, but I went since I knew Hailey really wanted to see Hamilton. It wasn’t the easiest show to get tickets for, but I made a few calls and surprised her with them.
“That was so good. And our seats! I still don’t know how you pulled off finding those,” she says as we walk down the sidewalk.
“Perks of knowing people in high places,” I smirk.
“Don’t let that ego get any bigger now.” She laughs. “You won’t fit your head into your helmet.”
“Not an ego, and I only pull out the big guns when I want to impress you.” That just earns me an eye roll.
“I don’t need any big guns; you’ve already impressed and won me over,” she says.
“Admit it, you love me for my cock,” I whisper into her ear as we wait to cross the street.
“Dylan!” She says my name like what I’ve just said is the most absurd thing she’s heard.
“Hailey!” I mimic her.
“Don’t be an ass.” She laughs as I sweep her into my arms, running the rest of the way across the street. Even with it being after ten, there is still an impressive amount of traffic out on the streets. I set her down once we reach the other side and link our fingers together as we finish the walk back to our hotel.
“I’m kinda sad we have to check out today,” Hailey says, rolling into my side to snuggle closer. We’ve been awake for a few minutes, but neither of us has made a move to get out of bed.
“I don’t know if we can extend our reservation, but I can always check if you really want to,” I tell her.
“No, everyone is waiting and excited for us to get home. Emily has probably already texted me five times this morning to see if we’ve gotten on the road when she already knows that we have plans for a few hours before that’s going to happen.”
“We can always plan another trip back,” I suggest.
“That sounds even better,” she says, placing a kiss against my bare chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask as she pulls away and rolls out of bed.
“I’ve got to pee like crazy!” she calls out over her shoulder.
I watch as she disappears into the bathroom. I lay here, thinking back over the last year. How our lives have changed in that amount of time. This time last year, I had finished up my first season in the AHL. My first season as an actual professional athlete. Hailey had completed her first year of college, and we were back home for the summer. Now, I’ve completed my first season playing in the highest league possible, getting paid a nice amount to play the sport I’ve loved my entire life. Hails is kicking ass, even with transferring schools mid-year. Meeting all new people, making some good friends with my teammates and friends’ wives and girlfriends. It’s incredible how much our team feels like a second family. We’ve all got one another’s backs and are just a phone call away if anyone needs anything. I think the camaraderie among my teammates helped me settle into the team and find my place in the lineup as quickly as I did. Had I not had everyone else's support, I don’t think I would have been as successful. It takes all of us as a team to be successful, not just one player.
“Are you getting out of bed anytime soon?” Hailey asks, poking her head out of the bathroom.
“I suppose I should,” I tell her, stretching while still laying in the bed.
“I’m going to take a shower….” she says, letting that thought hang in the air. “You can join me if you’d like,” she calls out as an afterthought. That invitation has me practically jumping out of bed and sprinting for the bathroom. When I walk in, she’s already in the glass-encased shower, the glass quickly fogging over from the amount of steam billowing from inside it.
“Is the water going to scald my skin off?” I ask before I open the door and step in.
“It might, I’ve got it nice and hot,” she says. I test the water with my hand, pulling it back quickly because it is hot.
“I’ll never understand how you can stand it that hot. It is going to burn me,” I tell her.
She reaches for the handle, turning it down slightly. “Ther
e, that should be a little better for you,” she offers.
“Thanks,” I tell her, testing the water once again before I fully step under it.
We both keep focused, knowing that we don’t really have the time to get frisky this morning. We have to be out of the hotel by eleven, but really by about nine-thirty because we have ten am passes to go on the Statue of Liberty ferry.
Once we’ve finished showering, we both hustle with getting dressed and making sure we pack everything up. As soon as we stepped out of the shower and I was toweled off, I called in a repeat of our breakfast order since we both really loved what we had yesterday.
While we wait on our food, we take care of packing everything up. We didn’t bring that much in with us, so it doesn’t take long.
“After we’re done with the Statute of Liberty, was there anything else you wanted to do before we head out of town?” I ask Hailey as we eat.
“Nope, but I’m going to start putting together my list for when we come back. Maybe we can even get our parents to come with us!” she suggests.
“Maybe,” I muse as I eat my breakfast.
“That staircase was so small!” Hailey exclaims when we finish our ascent and descent from the crown access within the Statue of Liberty.
“If you thought it was small, how do you think it was for me for all one hundred and sixty-two steps to the top and back down again?” I ask her as I cage around her as we stand along the railing of the ferry. We’re getting a fantastic view of the NYC skyline from this vantage point. The sun shining bright with only a few big puffy clouds randomly around the sky, it turned into the perfect summer day. Being out on the water, it is a little cooler, thanks to the breeze.
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