By the time I make it back to the locker room, Coach is nowhere to be found. Oh shit. Did I go too far? Did I hurt his feelings? Guess he was all talk about his “I might lose some battles, but I win the war” bologna. Whatever. Just another alpha-poser type who runs at the first sign of trouble. If that’s him, better to know it now.
I was fed so many cups of liquid electrolytes, I’ve gotta piss so I shed my mitts, chuck my stick down, toss my helmet on a bench, and head straight to the washroom area. There are urinals to the far side and stalls with toilets to the right. A long counter with a mirror the same length runs along the east wall.
My skates are two steps into the empty washroom when there’s a loud creak, a door slamming shut, and a lock clicking closed. All of that happens in less than a second, which means I don’t get time to spin myself around. Instead, I’m spun around by strong hands, and I’m bodily pinned to the back of the door.
Mercy is rabid. If I thought he was feral before that’s nothing compared to now. He’s like a beast.
My flesh prickles with heady anticipation. I don’t think I’ll be able to piss just now since my dick is swollen and I don’t know how I’ll get rid of this boner without getting off.
Is Mercy planning to spank me, fuck me, or leave me in horny hell like I left him? I’m down for any and all things right now.
His hot breath is near my ear. My heart is pounding against my rib cage. I can’t fucking move. He licks his lips and I only catch the brief glance of his eyes to mine before he swoops in like an eagle going for its prey.
Our wet lips meet, and all the sparks detonate at once. I might well go up in flames and I don’t fucking care. I could have had him any time I wanted, but then we made each other forbidden and it’s like I’m stealing a taste of something I’m not supposed to have. My skates make muted clicking sounds against the rubber as I adjust to get a better angle of him. More of him. He tastes like cherry candy—he must have been sucking on one—and it mixes with the lime sports drink I’d been downing all night.
Our tongues tangle, but it’s not a battle because he can fucking have me. He survived my tests, the team hazing, and the taunting. He’s captured me, locked me in a restroom with him. I’m happy to be his prize or his abductee. Whatever he wants. I open up and let him take me.
He pulls off me and I whine. He presses a hand to the side of my face. “That’s it, trouble. Do you know who you belong to now? Or you need me to show you some more?”
“I think I’m gonna …” Fuck. I wasn’t this breathless sprinting across the ice. “Gonna need you to show me more.”
“Then bend the fuck over the counter. You’re gonna take my cock, Leslie, and you can watch me do it.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m a tad eager and almost trip over my skates getting into position with my forearms on the counter. I only spare a moment of feeling sorry for him. I’m not sexy right now. I’m so drenched with sweat that the hair on my body is considering building an arc. If he’s game though, I am. My fucking nuts are turning into ball bearings they’re so heavy. I need to come, and I don’t care how it happens.
He unlaces my hockey pants as I stare at the vision of my red face in the mirror, the labor of playing hockey drenching my sweet lettuce, plastering it to my skull. There’s a cool woosh of air as he yanks down my hockey pants to hang between my legs. They serve as a trap too; I’m not going anywhere fast.
A large hand rubs over the wool of my long johns and thensmack!“Mmmm … God, Merc. Please. More.”
I dunno how he does it, but he makes having my long johns pulled down a sensual experience. My jock comes with them. I wear different jocks. Today it’s the compression jock and shorts combo and I’m glad for it. I want to get to the part where he stuffs me. He doesn’t pull anything all the way down, only unveiling my plump peach-shaped ass, leaving my cock trapped inside.
Worrisome. Am I just getting spanked? Is he going to forbid me from cumming? The not-knowing makes this a zillion times hotter.
There’s the crinkle of a packet and then cool lube rubbed between my crack, which is a sharp contrast to my body that’s burning with need. His fingers slip up and down, toying with my hole then …smack!...smack!A sharp spank to each cheek that sends my dick into a seizure.
“Merc, I’m warning you, if you don’t fuck me, I might die.” There’s every chance he’ll rev me up and leave me hanging. I’d deserve it for what I did to him, but I’m counting on him to be better than me and too horny to resist me while I’m ass up like this, all tied up in my own hockey gear.
His answer is a long finger sliding into my hole. “Oh my fucking God.” Itjustreaches my prostate and then it’s gone. It slides in again to hit the same button, only to be gone too soon. I’m locked in place, hanging by that fucking moment when his finger touches the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of me. I make my best attempt to meet it each time, but there’s only so much I can move. Instead, I spread my skate-clad feet as far as I can with the damn hockey pants holding them hostage and present my ass for his taking.
“You need it bad, don’t you, baby?”
Fuck my damn pride. “Mmmhmm. I need your cock bad, Merc.” I move to reach my hand between my legs to give some attention to my lonely and confined dick.
“No.”
“Oh, c’mon,” I whine.
I chance rolling my eyes upward enough to watch him in the mirror. First, he removes his gray blazer, then he undoes the cuffs of his long-sleeved shirt and rolls them up to show off his well-developed arms. He unbuttons from his neck to chest all while I wait exposed for him. I’m mesmerized the whole time, forgetting about myself momentarily as he unzips his pants and rolls a condom onto his supreme cock. I wanna know how he’s got that stuff on him twenty-four-seven, but it can wait till later.
The head of his cock seats itself at my hole, demanding entrance. He moves slowly to give me time to adjust. I can’t see it now, but I’ll never forget what it looks like. It’s a good eight or nine inches long and wide with thick foreskin covering its length and a fat vein running clear down the front.
It’s a beautiful dick and it’s sliding into me one inch at a time.
When he’s all the way in, he leans over top of me. “Okay. Reach between your legs and grab that long dick of yours. Slow strokes only.”
“O-Okay,” I say, barely above a whisper. Every nerve is aflame. Every inch of my skin is too tight. Wrapping my hand around my cock is almost too much and slow strokes are a good idea. As bad as I want it, I’m not ready for things to end. I wanna see his face in the mirror when he comes. “Want to see how good you fuck me, Merc.”
