The Penalty Box

Riley tilted her head back and laughed as Andre Lepowski whispered naughty sentiments in her ear while swinging her around the makeshift dance floor.

Gosh, she hadn't had this much fun in forever!

Too much work, and way too much studying! She was glad she'd accepted Dean's invitation to be his plus one tonight. It was too bad the baby was sick, she'd bet she and Abby could have caused some trouble out there tonight!

As the song ended and Andre pulled her in close to try and seal the deal, Riley laughed louder. The heat of his mouth tickled her ears, and though the things he said sounded VERY enticing, he was a bit young for her taste. But she had to hand it to him, the boy had game

She used her hands to push on his extremely well-muscled chest and put a little distance between them before her libido forgot just how young he actually was. “Call me in a few years,” she said with a wink, leaving him to stare after her as she headed for the bar.

Her head felt a bit fuzzy, her vision just a tad off, but with an open bar, compliments of the Captain, she sure as hell wasn't done drinking just yet! Riley ordered herself a cocktail and looked around as she waited for it. There were bodies everywhere, the entire team had come, of course, as well as both the bride and groom’s family and network of friends. So lots and lots of people.

And lots and lots of hot guys.

Shame most of them were taken.

Except for Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome next to her. Riley was fairly certain he was single, and she was ready to mingle!

“Well, hey there!” she said, plopping her elbow down on the bar top and resting her chin against her palm.

Denver looked around for a second, his brows raising a bit as he took in the sight of her, and her million-watt smile.

Riley could charm the plaster off a statute with that smile, or so she'd been told. And though she was anything but graceful just now in her pursuits, she was full of liquid courage.

“Want some sex on the beach?”

His eyes widened, “pardon?” he asked, trying to shake the cobwebs from his addled mind.

Riley held up her glass as the bartender handed it to her, “it's sex on the beach, you want some?” She asked before taking a slow sip and suggestively licking her lips.

“Oh, uh, no thanks,” Denver managed, holding up his own drink and taking a quick swig from the bottle before setting it back down on the coaster.

“It's Denver right?”

His smile was slow, and kind of lopsided, but she liked how it reached all the way up to those big blue eyes of his. “Yeah.”

Riley swung her arm out from under her, her head nearly falling into the bar top before her brain could catch up with the command, but she somehow managed to pull it together in time without him noticing and held it out to him. “I'm Riley, it's nice to meet you, Denver.”

He smiled again, clearly just as slow on the uptake as she was. Perfect, they were both lit.

“Are you friends of the bride or groom?” Denver asked, finally able to find his voice.

“Neither.”

“Come again? What, are you like a wedding crasher?”

Riley laughed, and the sound of her husky laughter did little to settle Denver's nerves. Something about her just put him on edge.

She shook her head, her short pixie cut dark hair bouncing around her face in waves, “I'm a friend of Abby's, I'm here with Dean, his plus one if you will.”

He looked a little perturbed, if not, even, a little concerned “where's Abby? Is everything okay?”
Pulling the little sword from her drink, Riley wrapped her tongue around one of the cherries and slipped it off, catching it between her teeth and biting into it with vigor. She watched with pleasure as Denver gulped visibly, seemingly mesmerized by the display.

“The baby is a little under the weather, so Dean asked me if I wanted to come. They live right next door though if you wanted to pop in and say hi.”

Catching himself, Denver smiled a little sheepishly, “Oh yeah, I, uh, I knew that.”

Riley knew she had him hooked at this point, like a little fish, just dangling on the end of the line.

It was time to reel him in.

“So do you want to get a room?”

Denver snapped his head around so fast, he thought for sure he'd have whiplash. “Sorry?” he stammered, certain he hadn't heard her correctly.

Riley's lips curved into a potent smile, “I said, they make a lovely bride and groom.”

Sighing audibly, Denver forced himself to relax. He must have had too much to drink, that or his brain was too far into the gutter after watching that little charade of hers with the cherry.  He was only hearing what his dick wanted to hear at this point.

“Yeah, they uh, they make a great couple,” he coughed, trying to clear his throat. It felt thick, like he'd swallowed his Adam's apple or something.

With a cherub-like smirk on her face, Riley nearly burst out laughing. She had to bury her face in her palm to contain it. “Oh, come on Denver,” she teased, “you couldn't possibly have fallen for that.”

It took him a minute, he had to sort through what he thought he heard, and what he wanted to hear, again, but he was pretty sure he knew what was going on here. “You're fucking with me aren't you?”
Riley nodded, still trying to sustain the giggles she was all but choking on.

“So you did just proposition me for sex? My brain didn't just make that part up?”

That did it. Riley keeled over at that point, holding onto her sides as they split into pain from the laughter that poured out of her.

Denver couldn't help it, her laughter was infectious, and he found himself laughing heartily along with her.

After several long minutes, when they were finally able to catch their breaths, Riley waited for what felt like an eternity for Denver to look her in the eyes again.

“So big fella...you lookin' to score?”

Shaking his head slowly, Denver sort of half laughed as he took it all in. Her, the proposition, the shitty night he'd been having, it was all quite overwhelming really.

“It's not often the goalie gets to score,” he retorted.

Riley nodded and bit her lower lip, her brows raising as she admired his witty comeback. “I bet you'd be a lot of fun.”

To hell with it. He was going for it.

“Only one way to know for sure.”

Riley and Denver stood together just outside the door to one of the rooms of the connecting hotel. With the key card in one hand, Riley smacked it lightly against the palm of the other, turning and leaning up against the door so she could see him better, God but he was tall!

“You're sure about this?” She asked.

“Just open the door, Riley.”

“Alright then, let me just slide this in right here...” she crooned, slowly slipping the key card into the lock and pulling it back out quickly when it lit up.

Denver groaned, using his size to gently coax her into the room a little faster than the snail's pace she was going at. The more he thought about what was going to happen in the next few minutes, the more he wanted her.

Riley was definitely unlike any woman he'd ever met.

He'd say she was probably pretty average in height, somewhere around 5'7 or so, but that's about where the comparison to the word “average” ended. She had a pixie-like face in that it was angular, with a sharp chin and high cheekbones, but her big doe eyes really softened her features, and the whiskey color of them was absolutely mesmerizing.

Her hair was short and choppy, framing that exotic face, and her body, though slender, was full of womanly curves.

His sister would probably call him an idiot for hooking up with a woman he'd just met, and to be honest, he was a bit skeptical at first himself, but whether it was the fact that she was a friend of Abby's or because he'd consumed one too many drinks in his quest to forget France's admission, when she made the offer, well, it was one he just couldn't seem to refuse.

Riley let him back her into the room, looking around his massive frame as he kicked the door shut. Her body trembled with excitement, anticipating what she hoped to be an all-night affair.

As they neared the bed, Riley put up a hand to intercede, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her cell phone.

“What's this?” Denver quipped, “A delay of game? I might have to penalize you for that Riley.”

Riley had to quickly cover her mouth to prevent herself from spitting on him as she tried desperately to choke back the laughter that surfaced.

“I just need to text Abby real quick so she doesn't worry,” she said, regaining her composure. “But depending on what a penalty entails, I might just take you up on that.”

Denver blushed, surprised he'd been so forward with her just now and even more shocked by her quick retort. If not a little excited about the implications of such a remark as well. “What are you going to tell her?”

Riley cocked one brow, hitting the send button on her phone and laying it on the bedside table. “I told her I was drunk and getting a room, that I didn't want to disturb the baby.”

“Is that how you want to play it?”

“Oh honey,” she purred in a low husky whisper as she stepped closer to him, “we haven't even begun to play.”

“Careful Riley, I might have to get you for instigating a fight,” Denver gasped as she hooked her fingers in his belt loops and tugged him closer.

“Mmm... yeah... penalize me,” she teased. “Are you going to spank me, Denver? I might like that.” Riley bit her lower lip as she stared him down, her hands inching toward the snap of his pants.

Gulping audibly, Denver reached for her hands, taking a deep breath so he could get his thoughts together. “N-no, no spanking,” he mumbled, finally gaining control of the situation.

With little effort on his part, Denver managed to get Riley on her back and himself between her legs before she could so much as take her next breath. In the next instant, as she struggled to right herself and get her equilibrium back in order, he had her completely pinned beneath him and at his mercy.

“What are you going to do to me, Denver?” She whispered into his ear, pleased with herself as she felt him tremble.

“Two-minute minor,” he hissed through his teeth when he felt her tongue dart into his ear.

Still very much holding her as his captive, Denver went to work. With one hand sliding down the length of her sleek little frame, he used the other to brush the hair from her neck and lowered his mouth in order to get his first taste of her.

She smelled like heaven, and she tasted like sweet honey and bourbon. Bold. Spicy.

It was all Denver could do not to rip her clothes off and dive right into her. He could already picture her naked and writhing beneath him. His groin ached, and his body throbbed with anticipation.

Riley squirmed and giggled under him, just the weight of his body was enough to send her hormones into overdrive. But what he was doing to her neck, and the way his hand lightly skimmed her body, she thought she might explode.

Denver used his teeth to punish her, and his tongue to soothe. He sucked, he nibbled, and he teased. He licked, lapped, and laved at the delicate skin of her neck and throat, not forgetting, of course, to pay special attention to her ears.

“Am I... out of... the penalty box?” Riley gasped as Denver suddenly eased up.

“For now,” he replied, looking deep into that hypnotic gaze of hers and forcing himself to hold on.

Riley put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him down to her, their lips meeting tentatively at first, his breath whispering over her mouth in a warm caress. She could feel the tremors in his body, the tension of his muscles as he bore down on her.

And it drove her mad with need, with want.

Pulling back every time she tried to take the kiss deeper, Denver forced Riley to let him control the pace. Sliding the tip of his tongue gently around her mouth, and slipping it between the soft fullness of her lips before sucking the lower half into the heat of his mouth and biting down ever so lightly.

Riley's hands slowly maneuvered away from his face and wound around the back of his head, her fingers lacing into his thick dark hair as he finally stopped teasing her and took the kiss in a more passionate direction. His tongue prodding and urging hers into battle.

They fought like warriors, jabbing and thrusting, trying to overtake the opposition by sheer force and will. But in the end, as they conceded to each catch their breath, it was Riley who made the next move.

With expert skill, she quickly dispatched with the buttons of his shirt, pushing the silky material off his shoulders and admiring his masculine form.

“Holy abs Batman!” Riley sputtered, running her hands along his hard-packed abdomen.

Denver chuckled, flinching a little under her touch.

“Ooh, is someone ticklish?” she grinned, moving her exploration further south. Reaching for her hands as her fingers dipped between his waistband, Riley pushed him away and wagged a finger in his face,

“Uh-uh, that's interference.”

“Oh no, you don't!” He growled pushing her back into the mattress as her hand clamped around him.

“Denver! That's unsportsmanlike conduct! Really! Take it like a man!”

“No way! That's holding!” Denver snapped back, groaning as she began to stroke him.

It was a painstakingly slow process, as he fought the urge to let her continue to examine his body, but Denver finally managed to pry Riley's hand out of his pants, and pinned both arms above her head with one hand, while he used the other to push her dress up above her navel.

“Two minutes... roughing...” she moaned, as he slipped one finger between her satiny skin and the elastic band of her panties.

“I'll give you your two minutes,” Denver grunted while he admired the meticulously groomed cleft between her legs.

Grabbing the small scrap of lace that she called underwear, Denver nearly ripped them as he slid them over her buttocks and down her legs while still managing to keep her arms locked above her head with the other hand. He took his time letting his free hand roam back up her shapely and velvety smooth legs. The woman had legs for miles it seemed, and they were damned fine legs indeed.
Riley quivered when his hand stopped high up on her thigh, just outside of the valley between them.

Little earthquakes of pleasure erupted throughout her central nervous system. It was pure torture. The way he looked up at her with those big blue eyes from beneath those long dark lashes would have been more than enough to set her body aflame, but with his fingers so perilously close to her core, yet so tantalizingly far away, she thought she just might die.

Denver could easily sense her frustration, he could feel her intensity, her desire, and need. With a low chuckle, he released her hands and lifted her bottom closer to his mouth.

Riley groaned and tensed as the heat of his breath tingled against her soft womanly mound.
Parting her feminine folds with ease, Denver took her full into his mouth, catching that sensitive little nub between his teeth, then thoroughly sucking on it between the jabs and rolls of his tongue.

Riley arched her back, writhing and wriggling underneath him as he continued this onslaught of her most intimate parts. At one point, when she felt like she'd burst if he didn't stop, Riley grasped at his shoulders in an attempt to pull him up.

“Uh-uh,” he mocked between thrusts of his tongue. “No interfering with the goalkeeper while he's in the crease.”

Panting now, Riley flung her head back into the pillows and tried to hold herself together as he took up right where he'd left off, driving her completely insane.

Denver used his mouth and hands in ways that Riley didn't even know was possible, and every time she thought she might combust he'd pull back just enough to keep her from going over that ledge. By the way he laughed each time she groaned, she knew he was enjoying this torture far too much.

Just wait until she got her hands on him, boy was she going to make him pay!

As she reached that plateau again, fearing he might continue his tirade, she was surprised when he slipped a finger inside the heat of her body and forced her to face the fire. He pushed her, no, he threw her over the edge and made her climax with such intensity that her entire body was wracked with spasm after spasm of agonizing pleasure.

Denver had her dress up and over her head as well as the rest of his clothes off before Riley could even catch her breath. She still hadn't quite come back down to earth as he mounted her once more and tore open the wrapper of a condom, suiting up for battle.

Kissing her neck and shoulders as he rubbed the head of his shaft against her, Riley's head still fuzzy from the attack on her system, she had little time to regain her senses before he nearly had her worked into another frenzy.

But as Denver's soldier neared its destination, Riley rolled her pelvis and thwarted his advance.

“Whoa whoa... watch where you stick that thing!” she squeaked.

With a laugh, Denver began the close the distance between them again, “Well, you're the one who deliberately displaced the goal during a scoring opportunity!”

“Hey! You were about to make an illegal entry off a breakaway!”

“Fair enough,” Denver conceded, “I guess I had a little more to drink than I thought.”

“Ya think?”

Denver ended any more argument from her by capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss while he guided his sword back to the opening of her sheath. It was a tight fit, but he forced his way in.

Riley moaned, her protest barely a decibel above a whisper as Denver all but swallowed the sound.

With slow, sure thrusts, she enveloped him, absorbing the thick length of his manhood into the core of her being. When Denver was sure he wouldn't cause her any more pain, he began to build the rhythm.

He kept the tempo slow at first, luxuriating in the feel of her body wrapped around him.

She felt like warm silk, and she tasted like a fine brandy.

Riley arched into him, her fingers digging into his back, her nails scraping his flesh as he quickened his pace. She wanted more of him, all of him, she felt like she couldn't possibly get him deep enough inside her, though he filled her to the hilt.

She wanted to feel him in her soul.

As if he could read her mind, Denver's thrusts became deeper, faster, harder. He plunged into her body over and over, relishing the feel of her muscles as they clamped down on him, as her legs wrapped around his buttocks and pulled him into her.

Denver, continuing his rampage, brought her to the peak just as his own eruption was imminent. The velocity at which they came to the apex of their passions was astonishing. Though it had felt as if they had been joined for hours, it was mere minutes before Riley rode the next wave of ecstasy. She crested over the summit and plummeted into a void of such exquisite satisfaction, and gratification that she nearly lost her mind.

And Denver wasn't far behind.

With a few more strong thrusts, he pitched over and buried himself inside of her.

Rolling over, Denver began the arduous task of catching his breath and slowing his heart rate. Riley gulped in air beside him.

“Wow... that was some goal.”

Denver burst out laughing, “Yeah, I guess you could say I went five-hole.”

Giggling as well, Riley leaned on her elbow and looked down at him, “well, there was a bit of a deflection.”

“Did you want to try again?” Denver asked after another minute or so.

“Hat trick?”

“Let's do it.”