“That way they’ll think I’m gone,” I explain.
“Are you crazy?” she asks. “We can’t do it here.”
“Why not? There’s a perfectly comfortable couch in that corner of the room,” I say, tilting my chin to the far right. We usually don’t sit that far away from the screens. The windows along the wall also don’t extend that far. “With the door locked, we are perfectly safe.”
I walk over to her and take her hand and guide her to the couch at the back. I sit down and tell her to sit on me. She straddles me with her knees bent as she sinks on top of me. I really do like how flexible she is.
We begin kissing and like every other time, it grows heated fast. She’s wearing leggings with an oversized sweater, and I rub her between her thighs. It makes her sink into me and she rubs herself along my cock.
“I want to be inside you. I have a condom,” I say, since I figure it’s safer we use more than one form of birth control.
“This is so risky,” she says, swiping her tongue along my lower lip.
“Doesn’t it make it that much sexier?”
“I think we need to talk about the fact you were a virgin.”
I take that opportunity to dip my hand into her pants and then her panties. I rub her slit and she moans. “This isn’t the time, Lili.”
She presses harder into my cock. “I need you inside me,” she says. It isn’t the first time she’s said that, but damn, I love hearing those words from her mouth.
I’m wearing a pair of cargo pants that have a drawstring at the top. I shift to remove them from my waist, along with my boxers. My cock springs free and presses into my abdomen. Lili licks her lips and climbs off me. I’m confused when she kneels in front of me and then she takes my cock into her mouth.
I groan. “Oh, that feels good. But you know, we don’t have very much time. If I’m going to get you off too, I need you up here,” I urge. I must be insane because Lili on her knees in front of me, taking my cock down her throat, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
She listens and climbs back up. I take a moment to sheathe my cock with a condom. Admittedly going bare is so much better, but I don’t want to risk a pregnancy at this point of our lives. I direct my cock inside her and then we begin moving frantically, chasing our orgasms. Lili begins to moan and I clap a hand over her mouth. She moves faster above me and I slide my hand down and rub her nub because we need this to be fast. She picks up the pace and so does her breathing. A bolt of heat shoots down my spine and I squeeze my eyes shut as the ecstasy takes over. She begins to full-out moan and then she’s coming hard, squeezing me, and I release, jerking inside her, trying to control the grunts I feel wanting to escape me as I grind harder and harder into her perfect pussy.
We don’t have time to hold each other or catch our breath. “You need to get up. I think I heard someone,” I say.
We begin scrambling as I remove the condom and tie a knot at the top and Lili lifts her pants up her behind. The talking gets louder, and I begin to freak the fuck out because I hear Coach Ramirez and Coach Darren right in the hall.
“Go hide behind a desk,” I tell her, pointing to the far end of the room.
I quickly sit back in the desk where I had my binder open and my laptop next to it. My heart is beating a mile a minute and my skin is moist from the exertion of sex.
I hear a key in the lock and the door to the media room swings open. Coach Ramirez is the first person I see, followed by Coach Darren.
“Russo, it’s you,” Coach Ramirez says.
“Yeah, Coach. You know I like my quiet,” I say as evenly as I can.
He smiles. “We thought we heard voices.”
“I was having trouble focusing so I played some music, but it didn’t help so I shut it off,” I reply, feeling nervous. I’m talking out of my ass, and it doesn’t make sense.
Coach Ramirez nods. “I don’t get your generation with the music. I think it’s distracting.”
I notice both coaches are wearing jackets. I sure as hell hope they are leaving the building, or else Lili and I are stuck in here.
Coach Darren walks in and checks something at the front of the room. “Good practice today, Russo. Frozen Four is only six weeks out,” he says, and I wonder if he knows what’s really going on. Something tells me he might and that was my warning.
“Thanks, Coach. Plan on playing the best I can,” I say.
“Good,” Coach Ramirez says.
They leave the room and I blow out a breath. I motion for Lili not to move and that’s when I notice her backpack at the front of the room. Shit. That was way too close.
After a few minutes, Lili stands. I tell her to leave first. “We really do need to be careful.”
“Definitely,” she agrees.
I kiss her quickly and she leaves the arena. I stay a while longer to get my work done, but I can’t help but think how hot the sex was. I give my head a shake. Coach Darren is right. The Frozen Four is six weeks out and I have a few months to finish up my degree. I need to make sure it’s smooth sailing from here.
THIRTY-FOUR
Liliana
I sit at the back of the bus, away from the guys, as we head to Portland, Maine for an away game. I set up my laptop so I can edit a paper that’s due soon. The bus ride passes fast as I immerse myself in my work and when we get off the bus, I head into the hotel with the rest of the guys. I get my key card and head up to my room. It always boggles my mind Papa doesn’t even offer to have a meal with me when we are on the road.
When I get to my room, I call Mama because we haven’t touched base all week.
She picks up after one ring. “Lili,” she says my name with excitement.
“Hi, Mama, how have you been?”
“Waiting for you and Alessa to come home next week for spring break,” she says. It makes me sad Mama doesn’t have more to fill up her days.
“I’m in Portland. The guys have a game tonight,” I explain.
“You’re really loving this PR stuff,” she observes.
“I am,” I agree.
We fall silent.
“Can I ask you a question?” I ask Mama.
“You know you can ask me anything,” she replies.
“What special gifts did I have as a child?” The question comes out of left field. I’m aware of that.
“Hmm, you loved to dance, to draw, you loved to put on little skits, and as you got older you really got into social media. Remember that DIY channel you had on YouTube? You managed to get a million followers in a short time,” she laughs. I can picture her face smiling with the distant memory.
“I forgot about my DIY channel,” I say, twirling my hair.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“I don’t know, Mama. I’m questioning everything about myself, but what scares me more is I feel like maybe I was going the pre-law route because of Papa.” I swallow hard, hoping Mama doesn’t freak out from my revelation. Maybe it was Mama too who pushed me. She never had a career to fall back on and she was very vocal about how that made her feel. She wanted Alessa and me to have good jobs.
“I see,” she says calmly. “Well, Papa did always say certain jobs were better than others. You weren’t into the sciences like Alessa. You liked to state your opinion about a lot of things and so when you were small, Papa would say ‘that’s my future lawyer.’ The idea kind of stuck, huh? But it wasn’t only him, you know how I feel about you having a career to not only love but to fall back on.”