The Tao of Hockey (Vancouver Vice #1) (6 page)

I
was almost asleep
when my phone dinged. I cursed myself for forgetting to mute it and reached over to the bedside table to shut it down. It was 11:30. I squinted at the screen.

Unknown caller.
You still up?

I answered,
Who is this?

Hoot.

I sat up in bed.
Josie?

The one and only.

I’m up.
Everything was up, including my hopes.

Want company?

Yes.
God, yes. Fuck, yes. Yes! I did a fist pump.

I sent her my address and told her to come around to the back door. Joe was home, but he went to bed early and I didn’t want to disturb him. She didn’t answer. She must have been getting ready.

I sprung into action. First I took a quick shower, then I gathered up my clothes and threw them into the hamper. I didn’t have clean sheets, so I tried to smooth out the ones on the bed. The room wasn’t that messy, but it smelled a little like hockey gear, so I opened the back door. The night was warm, so I went up on the deck. I’d be able to hear Josie’s motorcycle better that way.

The moon was nearly full, and it glowed hazily through some clouds. I remembered when I had done my first night exploration in the desert. The moon had been so bright that it was like daylight. Although the desert was full of creatures, I had felt at one with them all. The spirituality in my soul was still so strong when I was out in nature, but it always became submerged when I was inside. It was that constant battle inside me—between the person I wanted to be and the person I was.

I felt a softness brushing against my arm. It was Misty. She wasn’t really supposed to be outside, but Joe let her onto the deck if he was there. I stroked her back, and she arched into my hand.

“That’s sickeningly adorable.”

I looked up. Josie was standing there.

I had this rush of satisfaction that she even showed up. She was wearing her usual outfit, but instead of a leather jacket she wore a short jacket with metal studs all over it.

“Hey, where did you come from? I didn’t hear your bike or anything.”

“That’s one of my superpowers, I appear and disappear at will.”

“I’ve seen the disappearing part enough times.”

She laughed. “So, did you set up that scene with the cat? As a panty-melter?”

I stood up and walked over to Josie. I lifted her chin and planted a hard kiss on her lips. “I don’t need props to melt underwear.”

“You’re a big talker.”

“Let me back it up.” I held her hand and led her down the stairs into my room. Misty followed us, and I shooed her back upstairs. Josie was looking around, but she didn’t say a word.

“No insults?” I wondered.

“Not really. It looks generic here. Nothing personal, except the health food.” She motioned towards the protein powder, fruit, and the blender.

“I got here less than a month ago, and I don’t know how much long—”

Josie planted a quick kiss on my mouth. “Let’s not talk. Let’s just be.”

I wanted to know so much about her, but she was here, and I wasn’t going to push for more.

Josie started to take her jacket off, but I stopped her.

“No. Let me. I’ve wanted to undress you so much.” I went behind her and slowly pulled her jacket off. Then I kissed the back of her neck, that bare place between where her short hair ended and her collar began. I stuck out my tongue and tasted her, the warm salty taste of her skin. I ran my hands down her shoulders and along her bare forearms. She felt tense.

I took the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up. Her back was bared to me and her skin was golden and perfect. I put my hands back on her shoulders, dug my thumbs into her trapezoids, and massaged the tension out. Josie began to soften and relax, swaying slightly as she stood there. Then I leaned down and kissed my way down her spine, resting between her shoulder blades to inhale her scent. She wore no perfume and smelled spicy and primal. I kept kissing down to the place where her hips flared out and her jeans began. I laid my mouth hungrily on every part of her bare skin until she let out a little gasp.

“I want to kiss every part of you,” I whispered as I stood up.

I rested my chin on her shoulder and looked down. Her dark nipples were already puckered with excitement, and her breasts sat high on her chest. I put my hands on her waist and let them move up her ribs one by one, and finally I stroked the undersides of her breasts with my fingers and watched her nipples harden even more. I took one breast in in each hand, cupping their soft weight in my palms. Josie leaned her head back against me and arched her back. I squeezed gently, relishing the feeling of her naked flesh.

She pressed her ass against my cock, but I was determined to take it slow. A quick fuck wasn’t going to impress Josie. I squeezed the hard points of her nipples, and she groaned out loud.

I reached down and caressed her flat stomach, feeling the muscles flexing under my touch. I put my finger in the tiny indentation of her navel, and she squirmed and giggled. She was ticklish, a fact I put away in my tiny store of Josie-knowledge.

I undid her heavy belt buckle and then her jeans. I bent down to peel them off and was rewarded by the sight of the red thread of a thong between two round ass cheeks.

“Your ass is incredible,” I told her, bouncing her cheeks in my hands.

Josie stepped out of her jeans and sandals and turned around.

“It’s my turn now.” Her voice was hoarse. She pushed me onto the bed, then straddled me and yanked off my t-shirt, tearing it in the process.

“Hope that wasn’t your favourite,” she said as she tossed it onto the floor. She ran her hands over my shoulders and then down the slope of my pecs.

“Oh, very nice.”

She was looking down at my body with a slight smile. But my view was equally good—Josie, naked except for her tiny red thong, her skin glowing in the lamplight. She bent her head down and sucked on my nipple, causing a spiral of vibrations through my body. She moved to the side of me for better access. Then she kissed a trail down to my stomach, and then ran a finger down the line of hair. My cock twitched in anticipation as her hand moved closer.

Josie pulled off my shorts and then my boxer briefs.

“Mmmhmm,” she purred, and I grinned. I raised my head and put my hands behind it for a better view. Josie had her hands on my thighs, and was staring at my erect cock. All this waiting meant I was rock hard already.

“You like?” I asked her.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry, Eric. Size isn’t everything.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Josie threw her head back and laughed. “Your ego needs the occasional deflating.”

“Not about that,” I grumbled.

“Awww, are you mad? I’ll kiss and make it better.” Josie bent her head down, and I felt the soft touch of her lips on the side of my erection. Then the exquisite feeling of her tongue licking up and down the length of it. And finally she closed her mouth over the head of my cock and bathed it in warm wetness.

I watched Josie taking my cock in and out of her mouth, her cheek bulging when I was deep inside and her lips stretching around it as she pulled away. This was something I had been fantasizing about for weeks, but real life was even better. How could I have imagined that almost blissful expression on her face like this was the best thing she’d ever tasted? Or the gentle way she stroked my balls with her slightly calloused fingers? Her eyes opened and met mine. She knew exactly how much I was enjoying this blow job.

Too much, in fact. “Josie, stop, okay? Or I’ll come....”

But she didn’t stop; instead she increased the speed and pressure. I closed my eyes and let my mind fly to that perfect state of not thinking. All my consciousness was centred in my cock and the sensations of what Josie was doing to me. I could see colours swirling and feel a dizzying whirl around me. I groaned and arched my back, then I came in a waterfall burst.

After a minute, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling fan. Josie was lying beside me. Her tits pointed up, there was a pretty valley made by her flat abs, and she was still wearing that thong. I needed to fix that. I pulled her towards me and kissed her.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I told her. I moved my mouth down to one perfect breast and took it between my lips. Her nipple was already erect, but it got even harder as I sucked. Josie began moving her hips and moaning a little, and I cupped her mound with one hand. I tweaked her nipple with my other hand and continued the hard suction that was clearly turning her on. Her thong was wet right through, and I poked my finger through the fabric.

I paused from sucking to yank her underwear off. She was completely bald down there, which was exactly what I had imagined. I fastened my mouth to her other nipple and began sucking on that. Judging from the sounds she was making, Josie’s tits were very sensitive, and I wanted to get her all worked up.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed. I kissed between her breasts and then moved down the middle of her until I reached her belly button. I swirled my tongue in there, and she giggled some more. Then I made it down to the Promised Land. Her folds were deep—keeping her treasures hidden. I moved down between her legs and pushed her thighs wide apart.

This moment was one of my favourites with a new woman. They were all so different and beautiful. And Josie was extra special. Her skin down there was dark and purply. I ran a finger up and down her crinkly folds, and she trembled all over. Her clit was tiny and hidden away under its protective hood. When I probed it with my finger, she arced up like I had electrified her.

I kissed the insides of her thighs as I spread her legs wider. And then I moved down slowly, and licked along her pussy lips—tracing them in a lazy circle. I went up and down, and then pushed my tongue inside her, and Josie wriggled around. Then I started on her clit, using my tongue on the tip and circling it and sucking the whole thing. Josie stayed absolutely still, and all I could hear was her hoarse breathing and sighing. I continued to work her, but she barely made a sound. It was kind of weird, but I kept going.

Man, Josie was taking a long time to come. My tongue needed a break, so I backed off and started using my fingers instead.

Josie raised her head, and called out, “Fuck me now.”

“But you haven’t come yet,” I protested. She had given me such an amazing blow job, and I wanted to return the favour.

“It’s okay, I will when we’re doing it.”

“Okay.” I got up and got a condom from the dresser. I slid it on. My cock was aching to get inside all the sweetness that I’d been tasting. I looked down at her lying on my bed—naked, sexy, and accessible to me. All the time, I’d spent worrying whether I’d ever get to do this and now here she was. I got up between her legs and pushed inside.

Oh fuck. She felt amazing. Hot and slick, even through the condom. I stroked my cock deep and watched her arching up.

“Yeah. Fuck me hard. Feels great.”

I pulled out and then plunged back inside. Her whole body jerked with the impact, and she cried out, “Oh yes. Yes!” Every stroke was bliss for me, and for Josie too. Instead of the tensed silence as I ate her out, now she was reacting to everything.

“Oh God, I’m coming,” she moaned. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was touching herself. Her body looked different, and I realized her nipples were soft now. Something seemed wrong. I sensed it, rather than knowing exactly what it was.

Then it hit me. Josie was faking it. This incredibly sexy woman wasn’t even getting off when I fucked her.

I pulled out. She opened her eyes. “What are you doing?” she gasped. “I was so close.”

“Bullshit.” I yanked her legs apart and held her knees up. I went down on her again, this time gently teasing that tiny clit until it began to swell and blossom under my tongue. Josie began to twist and squirm, but I kept her pinned to the bed and went at her determinedly. I kissed, sucked, and tapped that little button over and over. I ignored her moans and protests, instead watching her body’s reactions. Her little nipples began to harden up again and then her whole body tensed and she pushed her pussy right up into my mouth. I worked her even harder, taking her whole clit in my mouth and trying to suck it right off her. I pushed a finger into her and felt her clamping down on it and then flexing and spasming. I could feel an extra flow of moisture inside her too. She was really coming now.

Josie moaned incoherently, her whole body flopping around as she recovered. I rubbed my hands all over her body, feeling the flexing of her stomach muscles and then pinching those tell-tale nipples. She opened her eyes, and they were unfocused.

I cradled her in my arms. I thought everything about her was straightforward, but she was complicated in ways I couldn’t understand. To find out that she was vulnerable when it came to sex only made me want her more.

“Oh my God, Eric,” she whispered.

“Don’t lie to me when we have sex,” I told her.

“Okay.” Her voice was gentler than I’d ever heard it.

M
y cock had softened
a little in the time it took me to make Josie come, so I stripped off the old condom and tossed it in the trash. I kissed Josie and began feeling her up. Her tits, her firm thighs, and best of all—that luscious ass. She was into it too, running her hands all over my chest and squeezing my ass too.

“Your body is so hard—like you’re made of titanium.” She laughed. My cock got titanium-hard again, and I pushed it against her flat tummy.

I kissed her again. “You want to fuck now? Or should we try some other fun stuff?” I nudged her clit with my finger.

Her eyes widened. “Uh, no. I think I’m good for now.”

But I was determined to make her come again—this time on my cock. I pulled on another condom. I moved her around to a hands-and-knees position and knelt behind her. Josie’s ass was sticking up in the air, and I kissed each cheek. She turned her head and watched me, wordless.

I opened her up and slid my cock into her pussy once more. She felt even better this time, since she was slicker and softened up. I plunged deep into her, enjoying every sensation from this angle including her spectacular ass pushing up against my abs. Once I got a rhythm going, I reached down and grabbed her hanging tits. They felt good bouncing back and forth in my hands as I thrust my cock in and out.

Josie began to grunt rhythmically whenever I went deepest into her. She was working hard to meet my every motion, pushing her hips and thighs up. In the dim light of my bedroom, I could see the beads of sweat forming on her smooth skin. I bent down and licked the sweat off her neck. She turned her head and looked back at me, and her face was contorted with desire. Her nipples were hard against my palms and I moved my fingers down until I was pinching them. I squeezed them up against her chest, relishing the feel of her soft flesh. Josie put her head back and moaned.

“Do you like that, baby?” I whispered into her ear, and she only grunted. “Do you like it a little rough?”

It seemed like she did. Sex between us seemed almost like a battle, with our bodies slamming hard into each other. But she turned to me, her dark liquid eyes met mine, and she shook her head.

I let go of her nipples instantly. I held her hips instead and didn’t miss one in-and-out stroke. Then I ran one hand down towards her pussy. In the smooth folds, I found that tiny clit again and used her juiciness to coat my finger before I began a gentle friction.

Josie began to pant. The noises coming out of her were completely authentic this time. She made these low animal sounds that were a total turn-on. It was like she was finally letting herself relax into everything between us. My cock was enjoying every stroke, but my head was more into making her let down her guard. She couldn’t enjoy sex without giving up the tight control she held over every part of herself.

The slick noise of my finger rubbing her clit got increased, along with her moans. My cock felt her spasms as the walls of her pussy tightened around me, and I fucked her faster.

“Unnnh, ohhhh,” Josie’s incoherent moans were almost as hot as knowing I was making her come again.

She collapsed a little, resting her head and arms on the pillow, but keeping her ass high. I pulled out, and she lay down completely. Since I had come once, I could hold out longer. I turned her over onto her back and she looked up with blank eyes.

“God. More?” she asked, as I raised one of her legs high. I liked seeing her pussy spread like that, reddened from all the sex, but still shiny with need. I eased my cock back inside, and she whimpered softly.

“This time, I want to watch your face as you come. As I make you come.”

“Ohhh,” she exhaled, and her eyelids fluttered.

I bent my head down and sucked on her nipple pulling it up into hardness. The sucking seemed to set off a vibration going straight to her pussy, which twitched and trembled and felt incredible. I sat up and maneuvered my hips until my pelvic bone was contacting her clit with every thrust. Josie’s face tensed, and she moaned aloud again.

“Let go,” I urged her. “Be in the moment.”

The lines in her forehead smoothed out, and she visibly relaxed. I pulled both her legs into the air and spread them, then gently rocked my pelvis against hers. The slight, steady motion felt so good for me—in, out, in, out—our bodies joined and united. And it felt good for Josie too. Instead of fighting every sensation, her body was accepting and enjoying every movement. She made her sexy little grunts, and I answered her with noises of my own. It felt so good that I knew I was going to come soon.

But I held back. I watched her, and when she lifted her chin and her lips parted, I knew she was close. She began pushing her body into mine, tiny movements but every one of them electrifying our nerve endings.

“Oh, yes. Yes.” She inhaled one huge breath and a flush came over her face. I bent down and kissed her. Her mouth was as soft and yielding as she felt inside. I lifted my head and thrust into her one last time and then came in a huge explosion. Then I collapsed on top of her.

When I opened my eyes, Josie was staring at me. I kissed her nose.

“You look cute when you come,” I told her.

“You look scary,” she replied. “I thought you were going to explode. There’s this vein.” She put her hand up and circled my temple.

“Ungrateful,” I told her. I rolled off her and cradled her in my arms.

“As promised, that was incredible.” She chuckled. “No lie.”

I wanted to ask her why she had faked it before. But why spoil the moment? I kissed her instead. It felt so good to finally have her here beside me. I nuzzled her neck, and she squirmed. I wasn’t letting go though. We lay there in silence for a long, sweet moment.

I got up and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I came back, she had picked up her clothes. She yanked her jeans on, bare-assed, and then stuffed her thong into her pocket. Then she pulled her t-shirt on.

“Why are you getting dressed? Why don’t you stay over?”

She did up her belt. “I like to sleep in my own bed.”

“But I want you to stay over.” I sat down on the bed. Then I hooked one of her belt loops and pulled her over. “We can fool around in the morning too.”

Not to brag, but it seemed pretty clear that I was giving her something that other guys hadn’t. The least she could do was to stay the night. I wanted to sleep with her and feel her next to me all night.

She bent down and kissed me, then patted me on the head. “Don’t worry, after sex like that, I’ll be back. Same time tonight?”

That was more like it. “Fuck, yeah!”

“That’s the idea, Ricky.”

She walked out without saying goodbye. If not for the completely drained feeling in my body, she could have been a dream. I collapsed back on the pillows and shut my eyes.

“
W
hat’s different today
?” Tony asked after our morning ice session.

“Nothing,” I told him. Well, there was one thing, but it had nothing to do with hockey. I was trying really hard not to think about Josie and to focus. But everything that happened last night, and the fact that I was going to see her again tonight—I felt great.

He shook his head. “You’re playing really well today. There’s a smoothness and a confidence about you. You’re in the zone. Why?”

“It’s a girl,” I muttered. Was I turning red?

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Really? That’s interesting. I never considered that side of the equation.”

I was hoping we were going to drop the discussion there, but he motioned me into his office.

“So, you’re in a new relationship? You haven’t been here that long.”

I looked at the floor. I was happy to call it a relationship, but I was pretty sure that she wouldn’t. “Well, I don’t know exactly what I’m in....”

Tony continued, as casually as if he were talking about the weather. “Have you not been having sex recently?”

“Jesus, Tony. Do I really have to talk about this stuff?”

“Well, normally no. Usually the only sex talk I’d have with a player would be if he were partying too hard and sucking on the ice. But since this seems to be impacting your performance positively, I’m interested in why.”

He waited, but I really didn’t know how to phrase things.

He cleared his throat. “If this discussion makes you uncomfortable, then I’d urge you to think about this on your own. Try to figure out why things have changed and how to achieve that confidence on your own.”

I tried to express my thoughts. “Having sex is not a problem for me. I can have sex when I want.” I paused. “But Josie’s totally different. She’s special. I can’t really explain it.”

Being with Josie did make me happy, but I wasn’t sure exactly why. I mean, she was beautiful and sexy, but it was more than that. Was it because I had to work so hard to even get anywhere with her? Or was it something special about Josie? I liked the fact that she didn’t give a shit about hockey and didn’t add to the pressure on me.

This whole deal was so confusing. But Shaman Felix would probably wonder why I needed to tear apart something good.
Relax and enjoy, Eric. Don’t feel you have to analyze life.

Tony was wrong. What Josie made me feel was something I would never be able to replicate on my own.