Opal's Boy

Chapter 15

When I woke up, Sidney was still asleep. Hockey really took its toll. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. Six at night. Those pills worked a little too well.

I sat on another couch and started watching tv. A little while later, Sidney started rustling and soon woke up.

"I hate sleeping this long," he complained as he saw the time.

"It's just until you get better," I told him.

He nodded and turned towards the tv.

"How's your back?" I asked him.

"Can't feel a thing. Then again, that's how I felt earlier today before it got bad."

I sat down beside him and rubbed his leg. He put one of his massive hands on my cheek and leaned down to kiss me. I stuck my tongue in his mouth greedily. I hadn't got to kiss him since this time yesterday.

He pulled me on his lap and ran his hands up my back. I started to grind my hips against his, causing him to get hard.

I giggled as he pulled me closer to him.

"I feel it," I whispered seductively in his ear.

"Help me out," he said, barely audible.

I slid off of him and pulled his length out of his basketball shorts. As I placed my lips on the tip, I heard him groan. Satisfied, I started bobbing up and down. After a while, he pulled me back on the couch and started kissing me again.

I slid off my underwear and pants in one swift movement. He pulled me on his lap and immediately went it. I tried to enjoy our first time, but he was so aggressive.

He pushed me on the couch and rolled me over on my stomach. He went in from behind and pounded relentlessly.

"Sidney..." I whined.

He slowed down and eventually pulled out.

"What's wrong?" He panted.

"First of all, you don't have a condom on. Second, can't we be romantic? It's our first time."

I sounded so bratty. I was having sex with Sidney Crosby, and I wanted it to be romantic.

Girls would kill to be in my position.

"Head upstairs," he said.

I jogged up the stairs and heard him soon after.

I quickly stripped down to nothing as he walked in with a condom on.

He started the electric fireplace in his room and turned out the lights. Jazz music came out of nowhere and he motioned me over to the rug in front of the fireplace.

I laid down on my back and he got on top of me, going in slowly. He leaned down and left a trail of sweet kisses down my neck.

He stroked slowly, causing my back to arch intensely. I let out soft moans and he did the same. After I came, it was soon his turn. Like a good girlfriend, I swallowed to prevent a mess.

We sat intertwined on the floor. I took time to admire his features in the glow of the fire. He caught my glance and gave me a smirk.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing," I smiled.

I laid my head on his chest.

"Did I hurt your back?" I asked him.

He shook his head and laughed. "Doesn't hurt at all."

"What time is it?" He asked.

I grabbed my phone.

"Oh my goodness, it's ten," I said.

He stood up, helping me up in the process.

"You think I'd be able to go back tomorrow?" He asked as he put boxers on.

I laid him face down on the bed and started pushing down on his trouble area. Not one flinch.

"I think you're golden."

He smiled and kissed my cheek.

"You wanna eat before we go to bed?" I asked him.

He nodded.

...

After we ate and showered, we laid side by side in his massive bed.

"Today was fun," he whispered in my hair.

I giggled and scooted closer to him. He adjusted his position and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"I hope you can play tomorrow," I said.

"Me too, Opal. I just hope your prediction is right. I don't need any trouble tomorrow. It's a pretty big game," he told me as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Just go in and forget about your back. You got this."

He kissed my cheek and rested his head on top of mine. His breathing soon calmed as he drifted into sleep. I found my vision getting blurry as I too was pulled in.