Twenty

Max

“My turn.” She smiles at me and claps her hands together. The only thing on her is her bra in the middle of her chest. She gets on her knees, this time coming to me as I take her in. Her hair is all over the place, as her cheeks are still pink from her two orgasms and my mark on her tit. Her perfect tit that sways from side to side as she crawls on her knees to me. “I know we aren’t supposed to talk about all the sex you had before, especially not now with me about to cup your junk.” She looks down and then up again. “I haven’t given that many blow jobs,” she says softly, and the only light on in the room is from outside. I’m almost tempted to go close the curtains so no one can look inside at her, but she looks at me with full blue eyes, her lips plump from me kissing her. “I mean, if we are honest, I’ve given two.,” she says and I stop her with my finger.

“I can say without a doubt I really don’t want to hear about you giving someone head. Not now, and pretty sure never fucking again,” I say with my teeth clenched.

“Okay, fine.” She shrugs and kisses my neck and then sucks in. “Since you marked me, can I mark you?” she asks me and I don’t give a shit if she fucking spells out her name in hickeys.

Her hands go up my arms softly. “Do you know how many times I stared at your tattoos wondering what they meant, wondering which one you got first, wondering if it hurt?” She kisses my shoulder and then her tongue comes out softly. “I wanted to trace them with my tongue,” she says, leaning down and kissing my pec, and then she twirls her tongue around my nipple before biting down. “And the name on your bicep,” she says as she kisses each letter. “I’ve wanted to touch it.”

“I got that when I was eighteen and drunk,” I tell her, watching her trace it with the tip of her tongue, my cock getting harder and harder. “A couple of the guys in the team thought it was a good idea. I just went with it,” I hiss out as she sucks in a little and then bites.

Her hands go to my waist as they go into the elastic of my boxers, my cock so fucking hard I could drill through fucking cement houses. She looks up at me and slowly peels them off my hips. My cock finally springs free and points at her, and I swear the fucker smiles. Her eyes go down to look at me. I’m not shooting smoke up my ass, but I know I’m not lacking in the cock department. I mean, I’m human and if any guy tells you that they haven’t measured themselves, they are flat out lying. “Oh,” she says, looking back up. “I can definitely work with this.” She winks at me and I throw my head back and laugh. Only this girl can make me laugh while trying to suck my dick.

I look back down at her as she uses her hand to grip my base and go up, the pre-cum leaking out, and I think she is going to use her finger, but instead she leans down, getting on her hands now, and licks the tip with her tongue. I almost shoot right there as her hot tongue twirls around. Her ass is in the air as she leans down, taking my cock in her mouth. I move the hair from her face to see how she takes me in. She moves her head to the other side as she takes me deeper into her mouth. She uses her hand to fist it and go up and down in the same motion as her mouth, each time taking more and more of me in till I’m buried all the way in her. Fuck. I throw my head back and my hips take over as I hear her gag a bit. Putting my hands in her hair, I hold her head as she fucks me with her mouth. I watch her as she looks up at me, innocent, pure, and fucking mine.

She groans out and the vibration shoots to my balls. I see her ass moving from side to side and one hand is buried in between her legs.

“You touching your clit, angel?” I ask her as I pump into her mouth as she nods and takes me back in. Her spit drips down my balls. “Rubbing it in little circles?” I ask her as I see her close her eyes. “Finger your pussy,” I tell her as my balls start to get tight, ready to fucking blow. Her mouth goes faster on me and she finger fucks herself. “Angel, I’m about to come,” I tell her, waiting for her to get off my cock. Fuck, I’ll be happy to come on her tits if I have to. But she doesn’t let me go. She just does it faster and faster and moans out as she comes all over her fingers and I come down her throat. I thrust softly as I grunt out my release. Closing my eyes, I spill into her. I’ve never had someone suck my cock like this. She took as much pleasure in it as me. She wanted to suck it more than I wanted her to and that makes it so much fucking hotter. Plus, my girl is dirty talking what she needs while giving me what I need. When she finally lets go of my cock, it’s almost with a plop.

“That was—” she says and I don’t let her finish as I pull her to me and my mouth shuts her up.

I slide my tongue into her mouth and my cock, which was almost going back down, stands back up, waiting for an encore. We spend the night trying to one up each other. I’ve never come harder than when she sat on my face and gave me a hand job at the same time.

Fuck, I don’t even know what time we went to bed, but I was dragging my ass on the ice the next morning, and the guys thought I brought someone to my room when I took off my jersey the next day and saw four hickeys on my chest. Four.

“Someone got lucky,” Phil says.

Ryder chimes in, “Was that your girl I heard yelling all down the hall last night?” He laughs as he rips the tape off of his leg. “Steve and I were running up and down the hallway trying to find it.” He laughs and I just shake my head. “Was it the blond waitress who was all tits over you?”

“She was not,” I say, pulling off my skates. “She was like that with everyone.”

“Um.” Luka puts his finger up. “I’m still waiting for my fucking water.” And we all laugh. “And my food, for that matter. When I asked her for my burger she looked at me like I was bothering her.”

I shake my head and go into the shower where Matthew sees me,

“Jesus, did you go to war with a Hoover?” he asks and I shake my head as I turn the shower on. “Jesus, she fucking scarred you near your penis. That, my friend, is her marking you. No one’s going to suck your dick now that it’s got purple shit near it.”

I look down and see the little devil got my hip.

I get back to the hotel ready for a fucking nap and when I open my door I toss the key down on the desk and walk into hers as she sits in the middle of the bed on the phone, her white bra back in its place. I see my mark under it.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll get back to you,” she says as she hangs up. “I guess you didn’t speak to your sister?” she asks me as I flop down next to her, taking off my baseball hat. “So apparently she is invited over for Thanksgiving this year, since her and Karrie are like best friends now and well,” she says but stops and leans over to kiss my lips. “Missed you,” she says against my lips and then gets back up. “Denise said that she usually hangs around the hospital with you and you cheer people up, so now my whole family is coming to the hospital and having a big dinner.”

I look over at her. “They are going to love that.” I pull her hand down so she’s over me and she smiles as her hair covers our faces. “Kiss me,” I say and she does, no questions asked. “You marked my dick,” I say when she sits up again, and she shrugs her shoulders. “Your brother saw it.”

“He saw your dick?” she asks and scrunches up her nose.

“And the guys drilled me on who I was banging last night because apparently your yelling was heard all the way down the hall.” I laugh as she opens her mouth and covers her face, mortified. “I guess from now on we have to do all the yelling in my room.”

“Holy shit, what did they say?” she asks me and I’m debating whether to tell her or not.

“They wanted to know if it was the blonde from the restaurant,” I say as she glares. “I need a nap if I have to play tomorrow. I’m totally fucking spent,” I say, turning around as she slides back down and her phone rings again.

“Oh, by the way,” she says before answering, “I’m telling my mom about us.”

I don’t even know what to say as she answers her phone. I listen to her go on and on about a dress she is getting custom made for the gala as my eyes close and I fall into a peaceful sleep with my hand draped over her legs.

Five days later and we finally touch down in New York. This road trip is going down as the worst road trip of my life. We got our asses handed to us, twice from Chicago and Nashville. Not just a little jab. They fucked us so hard we are all still walking funny. I walk off the plane and to my car, waiting for Allison to come, but she walks toward Matthew’s car and smiles at me. I nod at her and make my way home. I’ve dropped off my bag, fed my cat, went through all my mail, and she still isn’t here. I pick up the phone and dial her.

“Where are you?” I ask as she picks up.

“I’m home doing laundry,” she says and flicks the television off in the background.

“You could have done your laundry here,” I tell her as I look around and she laughs.

“I haven’t been home in six days. I had to do laundry and I have no clothes at your house. Besides, aren’t you tired of me?”

“Why?” I counter. “Are you tired of me?” I grab my keys, walking out of my loft, and down to my car, opening the door.

“No, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Pack a bag, angel, I’ll be there in fifteen,” I say as I make my way over to her house. “I don’t give a shit if you bring your wet clothes with you. Besides, I want to hear how loud you really yell when I make you come.” I smile as I think back on the times she put a pillow on her face to drown out her moans.

“Fine,” she huffs out. “Twist a girl’s arm.”

And when I pull up to the house she’s sitting on the stoop with a small bag packed. I pick her up and some food, and then on the couch I spread her legs and eat my dessert, listening to her moans echoing through my loft.

We have one home game and then we leave the next day to North Carolina, then right back home for Thanksgiving. I’m on my way in for the home game when Denise finally calls me back.

“Where the hell have you been?” I ask her as soon as I pick up.

“I’ve been going nuts. This gala is going to be the best thing since they put chocolate on pretzels,” she says with so much enthusiasm. “And the Thanksgiving meal is going to be amazing. Karrie is a god send. She has jumped in with both feet, not even batting an eye.”

“That’s great,” I say as I walk down the hall to the dressing room.

“So you and Allison?” she finally asks and I smile as I look at her door that is open, but the light is closed, so I know she isn’t here yet.

“Yeah,” I answer, looking around. “It just happened.”

Denise lets out a laugh. “Maxie, there was so much sexual tension with you two it was off the charts. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Why is that?” I ask as I see Allison walk down the hall with Matthew behind her. She’s wearing a skirt. She never wears a skirt. This one is tight, with a black button-down and a white blazer.

“Well, if I didn’t invite her that night you would still be walking around with your head up your ass.”

“Well, Shannon there didn’t help, by the way.”

“Yeah, well, it pushed you both, so. Are you still going away for Christmas?” she asks as I look down.

I always stay for Christmas Eve, but Christmas morning I get in my car and drive the five hours to my house.

“Yup, my place the eve. I leave in the morning.”

“Perfect, I’ll arrange everything,” she says as someone calls her in the background. “Okay, I gotta go. See you in two days.” She disconnects and I go into the room, suiting up for the game.

I warm up by working out and then making myself a peanut butter sandwich as Allison walks in, looking around.

“Is Matthew here?” she asks, and I shake my head. I want her to come over and kiss me. I want to drag her in the back and find out exactly what she’s wearing under that skirt. “Okay,” she says, stopping in front of me.

I look up at her as her eyes laugh.

“You seem to have a mark next to your name there.” She points to my bicep that has my name scripture on it, with two hickeys next to it.

“Yeah, forgot about those. What’s with the getup?” I ask her as she looks down.

“I had a staff picture to do. Do you see my garters in this?”

And my eyes glare at her as I grip the knife my hand was holding.

“Have a good game,” she says and sashays out of the kitchen and right before she pulls the door open I say, “Don’t fucking change.”

She looks ahead and nods.

“Not even the shoes,” I say as the door closes behind her and I eat my stuff.

I get on that ice like a bat out of hell. I deke, I push, I smash into the corner as I count down the time till she’s on her back. I wait by the blue line as Matthew passes the puck back to the defenseman, who shoots me the puck landing in the middle of my blade, and cross over to go into the zone. Knowing I don’t have a shot, I pass it back to the defenseman as we start the box, passing back and forth till I slide into the middle as Matthew accepts the pass and shoots it at the net, sliding into the goalie’s legs since I’m standing in front of him as a diversion. He points at me as we skate to the bench to high-five everyone. The rest of the game is the same with our line creating four more scoring chances. I finish the game off with that they call ‘A Gordie Howe’ hat trick, a goal, an assist, and a penalty. I get on the plane, not even looking in the back because Allison is sitting in the front and her skirt is riding high and there is no way in fuck anyone else is sitting next to her. Putting my bag in the overhead, I sit down next to her, and take off my jacket, putting it beside me to cover her legs. She glares at me as I smile at her and bring my phone out. When we get into the hotel, I open my door and see that there is no adjoining door.

I take my phone out and call her right away and she answers almost breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“Where are you?” I ask her, opening my door, and looking down the hallway.

“I’m on the second floor,” she says and I walk to the elevator and press the door. “They were sold out on the fifth, so they stuck me on the second. Two fourteen.”

“I’m coming,” I say, hanging up, and then pressing the button down. It’s taking forever, so I walk to the end and take the stairs down three flights. I knock at her door softly and she opens it.

“Hello there.” She smiles lightly as I wrap my arm around her, drag her to the bed, and find out exactly what she has on under her skirt, as I have her legs draped over my shoulders wearing just the fucking heels and her garter. I spend the night making her scream.