All Chapters of The Hockey’s Plaything(Erotic Short Stories): Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

The next morning was torture.Lila tried to act normal, tried to smile through breakfast and join in Claire’s cheerful chatter, but her mind was still caught on what had almost happened the night before. Every time she looked at Ethan, she saw the moment when his face had been inches from hers, saw the hunger he’d barely managed to choke down.And he was pretending too.He poured coffee, asked about her plans for the day, made casual conversation like nothing was wrong. But his jaw was tight, his hands moving a little too precisely, and when their fingers brushed as he passed her the sugar bowl, the contact sent a jolt straight through her.Every touch felt dangerous now.Later, they ended up running errands together. Claire had a meeting and asked them to pick up a few things. Sitting beside him in the truck, Lila could barely breathe. The air between them was thick and humming, so heavy with unspoken things it felt like a living thing pressing against her skin.Each time his hand

The next day he took here again, he couldn’t stop.The house was dark and quiet, the kind of quiet that rang in Lila’s ears.She lay sprawled on the couch, chest still heaving, skin slick with sweat. Ethan hovered over her, his weight braced on trembling arms. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, the ache between her thighs a reminder of how recklessly, desperately they’d just taken each other.It had been frenzied this time, half-clothed, frantic, like they both knew time was running out.“God,” Ethan breathed, resting his forehead against hers. His breath was ragged, his body still shaking with aftershocks.Lila cupped his face, kissed him soft and slow, like it might erase the guilt gnawing at her. We can’t keep doing this, she thought, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Not yet.A sound shattered the fragile moment.The front door opened.“Ethan?” Claire’s voice, bright and cheerful, rang through the entryway.Lila’s blood turned to ice.“Shit,” Ethan hissed, leaping of

One morning after an appointment, a storm broke out of nowhere. Rain pounded against the car roof, turning the world outside into a blur of gray. Liam parked, jumped out, and ran around to her side. His hand caught hers as he pulled her through the downpour.The moment his fingers closed around hers, she froze inside. It was such a simple touch, but it burned like fire, leaving a trail of want in its wake.They stumbled onto the porch, breathless and soaked. The rain was loud, the world outside drowned in it, but the space between them felt louder. His body was close, too close. Isabel’s chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes found hers, dark and unyielding.She laughed, shaky and thin. “We should… go inside,” she whispered, though her feet stayed planted.Her body betrayed her. She wanted to lean in, to feel his mouth on hers, to close the space that was breaking her in half.That night, Isabel couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his hand again, his breath mingl

The last bell of the day had rung nearly an hour ago, but the quiet hallways of Crestwood Academy. Most classrooms stood dark and silent, doors locked, desks lined neatly in rows like soldiers at attention.But at the very end of the west wing, one door remained lit.Chloe paused in front of it, her breath catching. Mr. Cole’s office. The brass nameplate gleamed beneath the sterile fluorescent lights, as imposing as the man himself.She shouldn’t be here. She knew she shouldn’t. Teachers didn’t summon their students to private meetings after hours unless it was important… or dangerous.And with Mr. Cole, it always felt a little dangerous.Chloe smoothed her skirt, heart pounding, before knocking softly.“Come in.” His voice was sharp, commanding.She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her. The room was small but tidy, with rows of meticulously organized books and a single lamp casting golden light across the desk. Mr. Cole sat behind it, sleeves rolled to his forea