Been You

Chapter 14: Get Off With Me

JUSTIN'S POV:

"I don't wanna be friends," I say, finally. Ely opens her mouth to reply, but I don't let her. I take the opportunity to kiss her, full of the pent up passion I've been holding for what seems like forever. It takes her a moment, but she kisses me back. I smile into the kiss, unable to contain my happiness because this is finally happening. I wrap my arms around her waist, grabbing her ass. She giggles, jumping up to straddle me. I hold her legs up to steady her. She begins kissing down my neck. Unable to hold back my ecstasy, I let out a moan. At the sound of this, Ely grinds her hips on me. Turned on by this, I carry her to her bed, laying her down. She's still wearing my jersey, so I pull it up, revealing her perfect tits. She begins to play with her nipples, which drives me wild. Just as I go to suck on them, my phone chimes; someone texted me. I ignore it. Nothing could be better than what's laying in front of me. I continue taking Ely's nipples into my mouth, but my phone rings again, this time a call. Okay, now this is really starting to kill the mood. I pull away briefly, just to tell whoever is calling to stop. I answer the phone, not missing the look of disappointment on Ely's face. I make a mental note to make it up to her later. Before I could even get a word out on the phone, a voice frantically beats me to it.

"We need you back on the ice," Christian said, abruptly.

"What?" I ask, completely caught off guard.

"I know I said you were benched, but we really need you man. None of the second string guys can play like you do," he says desperately. Well duh, that's why they're second string, I want to say, but I just stay quiet. "Please. We need you to come by the rink now,, so we can catch you up on the plays in time to prepare for the game Saturday. Please," Christian pleads. Little does he know, I was just happy to get a second chance.

"Fine. Hang on," I say before hanging up. Once I return to reality, I internally kick myself. I have the girl of my dreams, laying below me with her boobs out, ready to be fucked, and I'm about to leave? What a dickhead.

"Go," she says, acceptingly. God, she's perfect.

"I promise, I'm going to make this up to you tonight, okay?" I say, kissing her. "You're going to get the best head of your life," I whisper, causing her to blush. She's so hot, it takes all the strength in me to pull away. Before I can give in to temptation, I run out of her room and downstairs. That's when I realize, Ely still has my jersey. I run back up to her room, and let myself in. I stop in my tracks. There's Elysandra, lying on her bed in nothing but my jersey and a thong. She has one hand fondling her boob, the other in her panties, rubbing frantically. Her eyes are closed in pleasure. I hear her moaning, and I feel myself stiffening.

"Oh, Justin," she whispers, rubbing faster. At this point, I can't resist any longer. She's touching herself, thinking about me. This has to be the hottest thing I've ever seen. Now, my dick is completely hard, so I unzip my pants to jack off. At the sound of my zipper, Ely's eyes fly open and she sits up, removing her hand from her panties. A look of pure embarrassment washes over her face.

"Please, don't stop, E," I say, my dick still in my hand. "You look so sexy. Show me what you do when I'm not around," I say, encouragingly. Reluctantly, she slides her fingers back into her panties, continuing. I start jerking faster. "What do you think about when you're playing with your pussy?" I ask her. Her eyes close again in pleasure before she answers.

"I think about you, Justin. Touching my pussy, licking my pussy, fucking my pussy," she says before letting out a moan. "I think about riding your dick and humping your face," she says, as she starts to buck her hips in rhythm with the thrusts of her hand.

"I'm getting close, E, I'm gonna cum," I say, shocked at how quickly she brought me to the edge without even touching me.

"Me too," she moans. With her free hand, she rips my jersey over her head, and I almost lose it right then. "Cum on my titties, cum on my titties," she yells, unable to contain her pleasure. I do as she says, both of us releasing at the same time. Breathing heavily, she picks up my jersey, handing it to me. "I believe this is what you came for," she says, smirking. God, she's perfect.