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We knew it was going to take forever for the guys to get out of the rink, so after we managed to find them to offer our congratulations, we headed back to the hotel. Lucy had done the room-key-exchange again, and I’d never been happier that we’d gotten the hang of the room swap earlier in the season than now when his parents were here. I desperately wanted some alone time with Luka, but I didn’t want to be too obvious about my desire to jump his bones in celebration of his big win.
“Papa, I’m going to run up to my room and change before we go out for drinks. Okay?” Luka asked his dad.
“Yes. Go do what you need to, my boy. We will meet you there,” his dad agreed. “Aubrey, you want to ride with us?”
“No, thank you,” I answered. “I should probably check in with Lucy to see if they want to join us and will head over with Luka when he’s ready.”
If the looks on his parents’ faces were any indication, I didn’t think they were fooled much by our story, but they let us get away with it. Luka and I headed to the elevators and rushed to the room as fast as we possibly could.
“Do you think they believed us?” I asked, giggling because I knew that the answer was no.
“God, no,” Luka replied, chuckling with me. “But it doesn’t really matter to me as long as I get some time with you right now.”
He practically dragged me to the room in his rush to get there. We both stripped out of our clothes right as the door shut behind us.
“I need you,” I whimpered as Luka pushed me against the wall.
“Thank fuck, because you’re about to get me. Hard and fast,” he promised as his fingers thrust inside me without any warning.
“Oh God,” I mewled as I felt them stretch me.
Luka twisted his hand back and forth, his fingers stroking my inner walls while his thumb circled my clit. “Hold on,” he commanded as he lifted me up, gripping my ass with his big hands.
His cock found my entrance and he surged inside with a deep stroke. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooked my arms around his shoulders, and held on the way he’d asked. Each thrust of Luka’s hips drove my back into the wall. There wasn’t anything for me to do except hold on and enjoy the ride.
“Harder,” I groaned in his ear, and I felt Luka’s hands clench against my ass.
“Yes,” he hissed out and shoved me harder against the wall on his next thrust.
I could tell he was close, and I wanted to send him over the edge—and me along with him. I moved one of my hands down his body, holding his shoulders tighter with the other. I lightly scraped his skin as I reached his abs, my hand getting trapped between us each time he slammed into me. I fisted the base of his cock for a few strokes and then fingered my clit.
“Need to come,” I pleaded with him. “So badly.”
“Then do it,” he urged. “Come for me. Now.”
I flicked my clit on each of his thrusts and felt my body tightening. I needed him deeper to get there, so I moved my hand around to grab his ass and dug my nails in, knowing that he loved the feeling.
“Oh God!” I screamed as it hit me hard and fast. “Fuck, Luka. Come with me too.”
Luka surged to the hilt, filling me deep inside as his cock began to twitch and spurt. His climax lengthened my own, and I hung on to him for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure hit me. We stood there, panting against each other, my legs and arms wrapped around him and my body pressed to the wall while we both tried to recover.
“A quickie against the wall, huh?” I gasped when I was finally able to catch my breath.
“Hell yeah,” Luka sighed. “Best damn way to celebrate my win that I could think of.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I said as I let go and he placed me gently on my feet. Walking past him on wobbly legs to grab the clothes I’d thrown on the floor, I slapped his ass. “Get a move on or we’re going to be late meeting your parents and they’re going to know exactly why we disappeared like that.”
“Like they don’t already,” he joked.
***
The game hadn’t started until seven thirty, so by the time we met his parents at the bar, it was pretty late. Lucy, Alex, and his parents had decided to join us as well as Jason with his family. Luka’s parents had managed to get a table so we could sit down, and his dad had ordered bottle service to celebrate. Vodka, of course.
It didn’t take us long to polish off a couple of bottles, doing several rounds of shots. Luka’s dad insisted that each one begin with a toast.