CHAPTER NINETEEN

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pretty boy <3 sent you a message!

pretty boy <3
Are you and Mark here yet?

stassie🩷
like mentally?

pretty boy <3
You know what I mean

stassie🩷
bc yeah me and mark are just high off our asses rn

pretty boy <3
Stop being difficult

stassie🩷
what are you gonna do if i don't stop

pretty boy <3
Are you anywhere near Yost?

stassie🩷
i'm close enough that i see sofia shooting walk-up footage

stassie🩷
i'm close enough to know that i will probably have to walk a good distance away from mark bc if i don't ppl on tiktok will go CRAZY

stassie🩷
why you askin?

pretty boy <3
So I can show you what's gonna happen if you don't stop being difficult

Read at 2:47 pm

ANASTASIA SHIFTED AS she read his most recent text. She shoved her phone in her back pocket, and pushed off the plexiglass she was leaning on. Currently, her and Lola we're listening to Coach Naurato lecture on and on about what to do of a player we're to get injured, and what exactly their roll is during the game. Stassie was paying attention, and she knew what to do already given the fact that Mark had told her what to expect. And, she was majoring in sports medicine, so she wasn't completely lost. Lola, on the other hand was giving her undivided attention to the rambling coach.

Once she saw an end point coming to his lecture, she watched as Coach Naurato made his way to his office, probably to make sure his game-day materials were in order. She cleared her throat and stood up from the team's bench. They sat in Yost, while all of the lights were off besides the few emergency lights that were still on. It was the calm before the storm; a storm in which Anastasia was excited to watch roll in.

Lola looked up from her notepad, where she was writing down notes that were based on the Coach's words. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Stassie trailed off, as she walked backwards towards the tunnel that led off the ice. "'kay, but be back in 30, Sofia said that you'll need to get footage before the game." Lola's tone was stern, and Anastasia couldn't help but giggle quietly at her seriousness.

She gave a fake salute before she turned around and walked through the tunnel, as she retrieved her phone from her back pocket. She refreshed the text message string with her boyfriend constantly, making sure that he didn't specify where exactly in the arena they were going to meet up. A groan fell from her lips as she read the text 'No notifications' for the upteenth time.

Her pace was slow and in no rush as she walked below the bowl of Yost, her side occasionally brushing against the wall since her attention was more focused into the electronic box than her surroundings.

That is until the soft sound of a door opening made her head pop up, the force from the door making her hair blow back slightly, as a hand wrapped around her bicep and pulled her into a room. She could hear the person who had basically just kidnapped her locking the lock that was on the knob, before her back came into contact with either a wall or the door. With how fast everything had moved in the past 15 seconds, she was quite disoriented.

"Oh my god what the fu–" Her jam led words were cut off by Ethan's hand clamping over her mouth. His eyebrows were raised, and she could tell he was suppressing a cheeky smile. He shushed her, "We have to be quiet while we're in here. Okay?" Anastasia's eyes narrowed, before she darted her tongue out, and licked the palm of his hand, which caused him to pull away quickly. A soft giggle erupted from the girl, her nose scrunching up and her fingers coming up to cover her parted lips.

Ethan couldn't help but match her soft laughter and her adoring smile, as he shuffled closer to her, and firmly on her hips, pulling her torso flush against his. She gazed up at him with her jaw slack, and her giggles died down; as did his. They gazed into each others eyes, their heartbeats becoming one, just relishing in the oh, so rare moment they had alone together.

In her chest, Stassie's heart was hammering against her rib cage. Due to the prickling pleasure of his thumbs rubbing into her hip bones, and the intoxication of his gaze, she declared herself a goner from that point forward. Ethan Edwards was hers.

Right?

"Are you done being difficult?" He husked, his eyes glinting between hers and her parted lips. Anastasia was thankful for the lack of light in the... janitors closet? "Did you seriously sneak me into a fucking janitors closet?" She retorted, her hands coming around the back of his neck. Her fingers laced with his overgrown hair that was in her reach. She tugged on the roots slightly, desperate to have his face closer to hers than it was currently.

She beamed up at him, knowing that she had pushed his buttons. Which was secretly one of her favorite things to do. Either he acted like a child and covered her ears if she was being annoying, or he had a different reaction. One that included her seeing stars from his tongue. She was hoping he was in the second-reaction type of mood. Although the more she thought about it, the more it felt like a bad idea.

He had a game in a little over an hour, and they were just a few hundred feet from their friends. Plus, reporters and fans were going to be flooding the arena in just ten minutes.

Ethan shrugged, "It's the first place I could think of," he lowered his head to the junction of her neck, where he started peppering soft and electrifying kisses. "Would you rather us be in the bathroom?" He mumbled into her skin, where he nipped at her sweet spot, before he soothed to pinched area with his lips. Anastasia felt a slow, biting heat creep in her stomach, spreading to between her thighs.

Yeah, she definitely was a goner after that.

She sighed as she leaned her head against the door, allowing him better access to her throat. Her mind was already becoming fuzzy. "E," she sighed. When he didn't stop trailing those feather-light kisses across her skin, she rolled her eyes. No matter how good he was making her feel right now, she just couldn't allow herself to eaten out in the fucking Yost Arena. "E." She said more sternly, her hands coming up to the sides of his face, reluctantly pulling him away from her neck.

Anastasia's heart practically melted at the sight; his hair flopped over his forehead, his eyes dark, and from what she could tell, (due to the dark lighting in the closet), his lips were pink and slightly swollen. His torso was adorned with a tight, grey long-sleeved compression shirt, a pair of navy blue sweatpants were worn loosely over his thighs. She felt a shiver go down her spine, as she felt the throbbing of a dull pleasure brewing hotter and hotter.

"We can't do this, not here." She whispered, as she gazed deeply into his wide eyes. He looked so adorable and relaxed. Totally the opposite of how Mark was before games. He jutted his bottom lip out slightly, as he wrapped his arms around the small of her back and pulled her impossibly closer. The only parts of her body that were in contact with the door was her shoulders up. That's how close he had her. "Why not?" He practically whined, his voice still low.

"'cause, we are in a janitors closet and the thought of that alone is just a turn off." She scoffed, his face still in between her hands, as her thumb's lightly brushed his cheekbones. She wanted to move his hair off of his forehead, but it would just fall back. And plus, he looked really fucking hot.

He leaned forward, placing his forehead against hers. A downwards smirk on his face, "You're telling me I'm not enough to turn you on, alone?" He mocked, his breath fanning across her slightly chapped lips as he spoke. "No, no you are," she trailed off, as she felt his hand travel down to caress her ass. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat. "Then if it's okay with you," he pressed his lips to the side of her mouth, then each of her flushed cheeks, "Can I please have some fun with my girlfriend before the first game?" His gaze was desperate.

One thing that Anastasia learned about Ethan was that he was a man obsessed. With her, that is. He never forced her to do anything she didn't want to do, and he treated her like she was made up of porcelain. Which yes, she knows that was the bare minimum, but it still never failed to make her heart soar what he would mutter, 'Please let me make you feel good.' before making her body fill with euphoria.

And so who was she to deny him his wishes? She connected their lips in a slow kiss, their mouths moving in sync as now both of his hands trailed down to cradle her ass. He swallowed her surprised gasps when he lifted her up, now pressing her back flushed against the door as he guided her legs to wrap around his waist. His tongue teased her bottom lip, asking for permission, which she granted. A whine left her throat at the feeling her his tongue moving against hers.

The once dull throbbing that was between her legs was harder to ignore, as it's heat down increased her entire body's temperature. All of her senses buzzing and craving his touch. In order to at least try to ease her desire, she bucked her hips against his, desperate to get some relief of her throbbing. Stassie felt him smirk against her mouth, before he pulled away, which caused a whimper of protest to leave her lips.

He suppressed a groan at the sight of her; her heated cheeks practically flowed in the dim light of the closet, her lips swollen, and her eyes gleaming with hint of desire. Not to mention to feeling of her moving against his hips had his dick semi-hard. The sheer fact that he could get her like this just from a little bit of kissing was huge ego boost.

"Do you want me to make you feel good, baby?" he whispered, his eyebrows furrowed as he ducked down slightly, their gazes connecting. He knew her response was going to be a breathy 'yes', the fact that she was never one to deny the feeling of his mouth between her thighs, or also the fact that she was grinding her hips against his.

She shook her head no, as she stilled her hips.

His heart dropped in his chest at her response. Not only was he taken aback but his mind started racing with thoughts and questions. Has he made her uncomfortable? Did he push her to do something she didn't want to do in the first place? "I wanna make you feel good, E." She breathed, unraveling her legs around his waist, and placed them back on the floor. His hands moved in her back pockets, resting against the curve of her ass, and her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled his face down to hers. "That is if you want me too. That was weird for me to ask wasn't it? I'm sorry I just thought that I could try something for your benefit for once and I don't kn–" Ethan cut her off by capturing her lips with his, in a slow kiss.

"You're so cute y'know that?" He mumbled against her mouth, as his lips tugged up into a smile. She felt her face flushed even more, if that was even possible. "But yes, you can," his voice was low a he spoke.

The air in the small closet was thick, and mixed with the smell of her vanilla perfume and his mahogany cologne, which only made Anastasia feel like it was harder to breathe (and think). The small window in the door was the only source of light, which shined perfectly on the man who was gazing down at her. He could tell she was hesitant and nervous, and it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

"You want me to help you out?" He questioned, his hands moved from her back pockets, and inched her Michigan sweatshirt up enough so he could place his hand on her bare waist. He really needed to get her one of his jerseys. Her breath was shaky as she inhaled deeply, letting the oxygen expand her lungs. "You don't have to do this if you don't w–" "I was the one who offered, wasn't I?" She retorted, her sarcastic trait coming back into play. Which was part of the reason he was so drawn to her all those months ago.

He bit his lip gently, "You're lucky I like you so much." She beamed up at him with a tight lipped smile, which caused him to lean down and place a kiss on her chin.

"Alright, get on your knees for me, baby,"

His words caused heat to go straight to her core, which only caused the throbbing that she thought couldn't get anymore intense... more intense. She sunk to her knees, and looked up at him through her lashes, an expecting look on her face, with a hint of nervousness.

At just the sight alone, Ethan felt his dick twitch in his sweatpants, and suddenly he felt lightheaded, as all of the blood in his body seemingly went straight to his dick. He placed a hand on her cheek, the comfort of his touch easing her nerves slightly. "Pull them down," he motioned towards his pants, as he took his hand from her face and put it against the door, which caused him to lean of her.

She wanted to make him feel good, she really did. But she just couldn't help the fact that she was about to give her first handjob? Or blowjob? Anastasia didn't know. All she knew was that she was sure she wanted to do this with him. The guy who made her heart leap out of her chest each time he just looked at her.

So, with shaky hands she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of his pants, and pulled, along with his boxers, down in one go. And holy shit.
She tried not to stare at it for too long, as she swallowed harshly and looked up at him once more with wide eyes. Her mouth was suddenly dry, as she darted her tongue out to wet her lips.

He was smiling down at her adoringly, trying his best to comfort her. Which seeing the corners of his eyes crinkled eased her nerves slightly. "You've never seen one before have you?" He knew she was innocent with everything but he never quite got just how innocent she was. Sure, she told him that she watched porn every now and then (like everyone), and masturbated when needed, but that was pretty much it. His stomach flipped at the way she was looking up at him. She shook her head negatively, as she leaned back on her heels. "Give me your hand," he held out his in front of her, to which she complied, and placed her palm in his.

Ethan guide their joined hands to his dick, wrapping his fingers around her small ones, and started moving her hand up and down. He groaned at the feeling once he removed his hand and placed his hand against the door along the other. She watched him as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes fluttered closed briefly before they opened. He was not going to miss the sight that was below him; Anastasia on her knees in front of him, her hand jerking his dick off and her eyes looking up at him, wide and full of innocence.

"Okay now spit on it– There ya go, my pretty girl is doing so good," he moaned, as he brought one hand down and cradled the side of her head, as he gazed down at her with a proud smile on on his lips, one that she could only mirror. She felt herself clench around nothing at the praise, as she brought her other hand up and started copying the same motions, as she jerked him with both of her hands now.

The tip of his dick was borderline purple as pre cum oozed out, the knot in his stomach felt like it was going to break at any moment. The feeling of her soft palms moving along him was making his head dizzy. He watched as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, her teeth buried in her bottom lip, as she shifted occasionally due to the overwhelming urge of desire overcoming her.

She didn't know that she could find pleasure in giving pleasure. He just looked so hot– with his chest heaving up and down, the gold chain he always wore peeking out of the collar of his compression shirt,  his pink lips parted as gasps and low moans escaped them. And it also helped that the emotions she felt for him urged on her want to make him feel good.

His breathing picked up, "I'm gonna come, baby," he groaned, his hand leaving her head and going to the door behind her once more, which caused him to lean over her. He started bucking into her hand slightly, and she couldn't help but stare up at him in awe and adoration. "Oh fuck," he breathed.

Stassie wasn't stupid, despite her mind which was drunk on just wanting to make him feel good. She took sex ed in high school so she wasn't a fucking idiot, as I stated before. So when his groans turned higher pitched, she put her warm mouth over his tip, as his come covered her tongue. She sucked harder, and she thought she was going to come just from the noises that were escaping him.

His hips sputtered due to how sensitive he was, a small laugh coming from him and he pulled away from her mouth. "O-okay, that's good," he stuttered. She released her mouth, a small 'pop' noise following as she swallowing his release, her thumb swiping over her lips to make sure she got every last drop. Ethan smiled down at her, his hand falling down to her jaw, signaling her to stand up.

She complied, as she pulled his pants back up for him as she stood up with a proud smile on her lips before she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. He groaned at the sight, as his hand traveled from her jaw to the front of her throat, pulling her so their noses brushed. His breathing was still heavy, a grin erupting on his face. "You're so fucking hot,"

Her nose scrunched up at him, her pulse thumping against his thumb and middle finger due to his grip. She guaranteed she looked a mess– and so did he. From what she could see through the light provided by the small window on the door behind her, his cheeks were flushed red, his chain that laid on his collar bones was still moving up and down with his breathing.

"Make me proud, Edwards."

She ignored the now dull throbbing feeling that lingered between her thighs as she walked out to the team's bench, joining Lola who was making sure all of the bottles were either filled with gatorade or water. Her cheeks felt like they were steaming due to the coolness of the air around her. Of course, before she even stepped out into the arena, which was now quickly filling up with fans, along with spectators and the opposing team, she stopped by the bathroom to make sure she still looked presentable.

Lola felt her best friend sit next to her, a sigh leaving her lips as she laid her head on Stassie's shoulder. "Ugh why did Mark sign me up for this job too," Lola groaned, inhaled sharply. "You practically begged him to, plus he's in love with you." Anastasia shrugged, looking out onto the rink. The curly headed girl lifted her head from her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed. "You smell weird," Panic filled Anastasia, due to obvious reasons. "You look weird too,"

She fluttered her gaze between Stassie's eyes for a minute, before she gasped, "Did you and Ethan fuck?" "Oh my god! No." Anastasia defended, "I just wished him good luck, is all." She shrugged innocently, although she couldn't help but let a cheeky smile tug at the corner of her lips. "With you mouth?" Lola snorted, a smug look painted on her face.

Anastasia bit into her bottom lip slightly, before she inhaled deeply, "Do you have everything set up?"

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AUTHOR'S NOTE
biting my nails and pissing all over the floor bc i've never written THAT before

lmk how it is tho😈