How The Cookie Crumbles (31 page)

She smiled innocently at me, not getting it. “Okay, great. So, do you want to eat sushi at the dining room table or in the living room?” She motioned towards the big container of sushi we had taken out.

“How about we fuck once first, then eat. It’s not like it’s gonna get cold.” I started kissing her neck and feeling her up.

“Jake, stop,” she said, trying to push my hands away. “Aren’t you hungry after your game?”

“I was hungry… until I found out you were wearing these,” I snuck my hand up her jersey and onto her bare thigh above the stocking. I looked down, “Hey, what’s holding them up?” I pulled the jersey up and saw only skin.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Magic.”

I laughed and kissed her. “I told you how good you look in my jersey, right?”

“You may have mentioned it… good thing too, because I keep getting told off by all the other hockey fans for ‘wrecking’ it.”

“Are they nuts? All jerseys should look like this,” I said, as I starting easing it off her. “Of course, they’d also need to have this perfect body in them.”

“Jake, here in the living room? Shouldn’t we go to your room?”

“Sure, babe, we will. But let’s start here.” I swept the crap off the coffee table and I turned back to Frankie. I slowly pulled the jersey up over her head. She had on a purple bra and panty set.

“Man, you’ve got great underwear.” I cupped her tits in my hands.

“It’s my lucky Kings underwear,” she said, giggling. “I bought it this week.”

“And it worked… we won! Now I’m the lucky King who gets to strip them off you.” I reached back and undid the lacy bra. Her big tits sprang free, and she moved her hands up to cover herself. “No Frankie, don’t hide that beautiful bod from me.” I pulled her hands down to her side, and she looked away from me. She was kind of hung up about being naked; she was fine in the dark, but she hated having all the lights on. I pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them. She bent down to unzip her boots.

“No babe, keep those on. I’ve been thinking about fucking you in those boots all week.”

“Oh, so that’s why you told me what to wear. I was wondering when you became Joe Fashion.”

I couldn’t stop staring. Her high boots and stockings made the rest of her look more naked somehow. I lifted her up so she was standing on the coffee table in front of me.

“Jake … I can’t … I feel like I’m on display,” Frankie’s voice was pleading. Her hands came up jerkily, like she couldn’t stop them, to hide her body.

“Frankie, put your hands up, behind your head.” I spoke sternly to her and her eyes widened. “Do you not get how fucking hot you are?”

She slowly put her hands behind her head and linked her fingers and then her whole sexy body was on display, with her tits jutting out and her legs slightly spread; she was teetering a little in those boots.

“Now turn around,” I told her, motioning with my hand. She looked a little panicked, but to be honest that was just making me hornier. She turned slowly, revealing her great ass, and I had a major hard-on just thinking about everything I wanted to do to her. When her back was to me, she turned her head around and over her shoulder watched me checking her out.

“Damn!” she said suddenly. “I cannot do this.” And she crouched down to reach for her clothes on the floor.

I was faster than her though, and I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the couch. Her back was to me, and her bare ass was wriggling on my lap, rubbing against my hard cock through my pants. I spoke right into her ear. “Yeah, you can. What is it with you Frankie? Don’t you want to have some fun?

“Fun? It’s not fun, it’s embarrassing!”

She tried to get away from me, but I had one hand wrapped around her waist and the other firmly squeezing one tit, and I kept her there.

“You’re sexy, you’re hot, accept it. Because right now you’re going to be my little playmate.”

“What? Forget it, Jake, I’m not into your stupid games.”

“I don’t mind you bossing me around, but when it comes to sex, I’m the boss, Frankie.”

And I put her over my knees and smacked her ass.

“Ow, stop it Jake.” She was wriggling with her tits pressed into my thighs, but Frankie was tiny and not that strong. No matter how much she insulted my fitness, I was way stronger than her. I kept spanking her until her ass was bright red, and then I put my hand between her legs and put a finger up inside her. She was real wet and she might deny it, but she was getting turned on. I lifted her up and took her to my bedroom. I laid her gently on the bed. She watched me, her eyes wide and dark.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I told her. She lay on my bed, all naked on top and all leather on the bottom.

I yanked open the bedside drawer and pulled out a few condoms, some lube and some massage oil. Frankie still didn’t say a word. I poured a line of oil between her breasts, watching it pool there.

“Rub it in, Frankie,” I said softly to her. She hesitated, and I leaned down and kissed her, then whispered in her ear, “Do it, or I’ll have to spank you some more.”

She didn’t reply or smile, she just reached both hands up and started massaging the oil into her breasts, making slow circles and then finally moving to her nipples and rubbing them and then pinching them up into high points. She was so fucking hot, and I could tell she was getting into it too, she was breathing faster and rubbing her thighs together.

“Can I fuck your tits?” I asked her, and she just looked up at me and then held them together. I got on top of her and starting thrusting my cock between her big mounds. It felt great, all slick and soft, and she lifted her head so that when I thrust out the top she could lick and suck at the tip of my cock. It was like Frankie never wanted to do anything at first, but once you got her started she was so into everything. I could easily have kept going and come all over her, but I decided to hold off for now.

I poured some more oil on her tummy, and she obediently rubbed it down, spreading her legs and touching herself. Now her body was shiny everywhere and her pussy was making these sloppy wet noises. She rubbed her clit, and started moaning softly, and closed her eyes. I held my cock in my hand and started stroking it slow, getting off on watching her.

“Frankie, you’re so hot.” She looked up at me, her eyes all liquid. “Come for me.”

She shook her head. “I wanna come with you in me. Please, Jake.”

I smiled at her, “Okay, babe, but I want you to talk to me.”

She looked puzzled for a moment, then laughed. “Oh, like a play-by-play.”

I spread her legs and flicked my thumb across her clit a few times, watching her arch her back in response. I put on a condom and grabbed her ankles, pushing them towards her head. Her tits and pussy stuck out from between the black leather boots; I was ready to blow just looking at her.

I put the tip of my cock into her. She felt all slick, and she started wriggling as soon as she felt me inside, as much as she could since I had her pinned to the bed. “Deeper, Jake… I want you,” she begged. I drove into her, thrusting in and out. It felt so fucking amazing.

“Unnh!” Frankie cried out. “Feels good, so good, your hard cock inside me.”

I kept pumping her fast and then slow, and she kept telling me how much she loved it. “God Jake, I’m gonna come… I’m coming.” She tensed her body up and pushed against me, and then went limp on the bed. But it wasn’t resting time yet. I pulled out of her and turned her over, lifting her still reddened ass into the air until she got onto her hands and knees, and started giving it to her doggy style. I liked the angle, the way my cock hit different parts of her, and Frankie liked it too.

“Oh my God! So good, so full… ooh!” She stopped talking and just grunted with each thrust. I reached down and grabbed her swaying tits, squeezing them and using them to leverage her little body further onto my cock. I found it a turn-on that she was small; I could move her around on me, and it felt like I was really spearing her deep.

“Oh, Jake… so good… the best.” She pushed her ass up against me, and her little asshole seemed to be winking up at me. I lubed my finger and started easing it in.

“Don’t, unh, what are you doing?”

“Relax, it’s just my finger.” For now.

“God, is nothing off limits for you?”

Before she could get really mad, I put my other hand underneath and started stroking her clit. Frankie’s clit seemed to swell up the more we fucked, and she started moaning right away. “Oh God, I’m coming… oh….”

Her pussy started spasming and gripping my cock, and her whole body was thrashing and trembling so hard that I couldn’t hold back either, and I started to come. It felt so fucking good, and as my cock emptied itself, I collapsed on top of Frankie on the bed. After a few minutes I rolled off her and we just lay there for a few minutes. Then she reached down and unzipped the boots, and pulled them off. But she left the stockings on, I guess she already got how my mind worked. She moved over and snuggled up next to me.

“Your dirty talk is not too creative,” I told Frankie, holding her close. The closer you got, the better she was: her skin was all perfect, and she smelled good too.

“What?”

“All you said was, ‘You’re so good’ and ‘I’m coming,’ I was hoping for more from a university student.”

“You’re kidding me, right? It’s tough to concentrate on anything else while we’re doing it. You try talking while someone’s pounding a big cock into you!” Then she started giggling, “No wait, that didn’t come out exactly right.”

“No shit,” I told her. “But you did tell me I’m the best.”

“That’s because you are,” she ran a hand over my cheek, “And I deserve no less. Oh my God, Jake, I can’t believe the things I do with you. You’re so free, I wish I could be as free as you.”

“I don’t get it, Frankie. Why don’t you like to be naked? Seriously, you’ve got the hottest body I’ve seen.”

She blushed, and the pink colour went right down to her nipples. I reached out and cupped one tit. She giggled and replied, “Um, thanks. I guess I’m a little… I don’t know, self-conscious.”

I ran my hand down to her mound. “I see you’re still nice and smooth down here. I guess you want some more action down under, right?”

Frankie turned even redder. “Well, um, sure … if you want. I got waxed this week. The shaving made me so itchy.”

“New lingerie, waxing, seems like you spent the whole week getting ready for ol’ Jake!” That thought made me feel happy. Again I felt like she was 180° different from the summer, doing stuff she knew I wanted instead of always saying no. I still couldn’t figure out what made her tick. “Is it because of hockey?”

“Is what because of hockey?”

“I dunno. Why you’re being so nice to me, doing all the shit I like.”

She leaned up on one elbow. “No, it’s not the hockey … exactly. It’s seeing you do something that you’re committed to, that you’re serious about. Seeing you really trying hard is so attractive.”

“Trying hard? I tried really hard to get you to sleep with me all summer, and that didn’t work.”

“That was not attractive.” She flopped onto her back and we lay side by side. I held her hand, and it all felt really comfortable. Eventually my stomach growled.

Frankie asked, “So, I think I’ll get cleaned up, and then I can get the sushi and we can eat in bed.”

“Okay. First we can eat sushi,” I told her. “And then I can eat you.”

“Jake! You’re so bad.” She laughed, then got up and pulled on her robe.

“I don’t want to see you wearing anything when you come back to bed,” I warned her.

“Not even these stockings?” Frankie teased me, sticking one leg out.

I grinned happily, “You know what I like.” I needed to get a decent night’s sleep, but tomorrow’s morning skate was optional, so we had tons of time.

39. One of the Gang

Going to the second game turned out to be a lot more fun than the first one. Ryan’s girlfriend arrived, and when the guys were getting ready for their meetings, pregame prep, and all-important naps, the two of us decided to go out. In the brief 24-hour period I had known him, Ryan had only told me a dozen times about his great girlfriend, who he wanted me to hang out with on Saturday, and make sure she had a good time. I was starting to expect someone pretty high maintenance, so Ella Glover was a nice surprise. She was beautiful in a wholesome way with blonde hair, big hazel eyes and smooth, lightly-freckled skin. But she seemed quite normal, even a little on the innocent side, which made me think that was why he was so protective.

Ryan set up a movie studio tour for us, offered to drive us there, gave us detailed instructions on taking a taxi to the rink and on what to do when we got there. He actually handed Ella an envelope of money for the cabs and lunch. While all this was going on, Jake was watching TV, the model of indifference, but I preferred him to Ryan’s overprotectiveness.

“Maybe you could pin a note to our tops,” I suggested to Ryan. “You know,
’If Ella and Frankie are found, please take them to Staples Centre where Ryan Linklater will pay you a big reward.’
”

Ryan frowned at me. “It’s okay for you, Frankie, you’ve been here before. Ella’s never been to such a big city.”

“Actually, I arrived in Los Angeles for the first time on Thursday, and I’m pretty sure that you guys dropped me at the museum yesterday with hardly a care in the world.”

“Well, that’s on Jake. I’m responsible for Ella.” He punctuated this with a fond look at Ella; they were perpetually attached somewhere, currently by the hands. Apparently the reward note wouldn’t have to include Frankie.

“What’s on Jake?” the man himself wondered from the couch.

“Nothing,” I said. “Look, Ryan, we’ll be fine.”

Ella nodded at this, which held more weight than anything I could have said. We went off on our day, and it went better than I could have expected. Normally, I would never have done a studio tour, but it turned out to be pretty interesting and Ella loved it. We went for a late lunch and chatted a bit.

“Is Ryan always such a…” I paused, not wanting to be completely offensive, “…uh, worrier?”

Ella smiled. “I don’t know, but from what his friends back home say, he was completely the opposite before, the kind of guy who was extremely laid-back. I think it’s sweet, but I’m sure it will ease up once we’ve gone out longer.” She smiled and sipped her iced tea. “So, how long have you been dating Jake?”