by Mia Wilde
The orgasm explodes inside me like a flashbang. My whole body shakes, trembles, spasms so hard that for a second, I think I might pass out. Behind me, Jared growls deeply at the feel of my pussy clenching and releasing against his mouth. He pulls off of me just in time to stand, spraying his hot, sticky cum all over my ass. At the same time, Don lets out a matching growl. He has no intention of pulling out of me, though. If anything, he pushes his dick even deeper between my lips, his balls tensing against my chin as he shoots burst after burst of salty, slick cum down my throat.
When Don finally pulls his dick out of my mouth, we’re all panting and gasping like we’ve just run a marathon. To be fair, it was quite the workout. I have a feeling that by the time we get to practice tomorrow, we’ll all already be sore.
“Well, we didn’t fix your dress, but…” Jared wipes his lips with the back of his hand, grinning like a bastard as he helps me straighten to a standing position again. “Guess we took care of a different problem.”
“Oh, fuck. My dress!” I wheel around, swallowing the last lingering drops of Don’s cum as I stare down at the ruined gown on the floor. “I can’t go back out in that—fuck, and now I’ve got your fucking cum all over my ass, too.”
Don and Jared share a sinful look as Jared reaches for a handful of paper towels. Jared wraps an arm around me, pulling me to his chest so he can reach around and wipe his cum off of my skin.
“Poor little Maddie. You woulda thought an orgasm like the one I just gave you might’ve sweetened you up a little,” he teases, stealing a kiss.
Meanwhile, Don is shrugging off his jacket. “Guess old habits die hard,” he says, stooping to pick up my bra. He hands it to me with his jacket, looking as smug as I’ve ever seen him. “Here. You’re petite enough, and I’m tall enough, you can wear my jacket like a dress.”
Jared pushes me into Don’s arms so he pull off his belt. “Wrap this around your waist over top and I imagine you’ll look pretty chic. With that pretty face and hot little body of yours…” He hands the belt to me with a wink. “It’d be hard to look like anything else.”
“Except well-fucked, maybe.” Don and Jared are both grinning as I fasten my bra around me and slip my arms into Don’s jacket. “What do you think, Jared? In my jacket and your beIt, I bet it’ll take the other guys all of five seconds to realize exactly how Maddie’s little wardrobe malfunction panned out for her.”
I scowl at them, checking myself in the mirror as I pull Jared’s belt around my waist. I do look well-fucked. Undeniably. Completely. But in a way, this outfit change is actually better than the dress I showed up in. It’s a little more risque, a little more rock ‘n’ roll…
My scowl shifts to a smile as I pull my hair out of its updo, letting it cascade down my shoulders in soft waves. Maybe I like this daring new Maddie. At the very least, no one can call me uptight anymore, looking like this.
“Satisfied?” Don asks as he and Jared both offer me their hands.
I smirk up at them as I slip my hands into theirs. “Very.”
14
Ash
“And you should’ve seen the look on her face when she swallowed all that cum down.” Don is still bragging as he changes into his practice gear the morning after our dinner with Madeleine. “Like I’d just given her the sweetest treat she’s ever gotten to feast on.”
“Which is only because she can’t lick her own pussy,” Jared adds. He hasn’t stopped grinning since he and Don came back from the bathroom with Madeline dressed in pieces of their clothing. “Jesus, that hot little cunt of hers was fuckin’ dripping for me. Like licking up warm honey—I coulda stayed on my knees with my face between her thighs for hours.”
“Y’all practically did,” I say with an eye roll. When I glance over at Piotr, his jaw is tense as I’ve ever seen it. “You two assholes were gone with her for the better part of an hour. And she wasn’t any fun to mess with after, neither. All smiles and politeness for a change.” I shake my head mournfully. “Was really looking forward to her actin’ like a bitch, too. She’s no fun to needle when she’s all cockstruck and smug like that.”
“Oh, she’s a good girl now, Ash.” Don and Jared high five before strapping up into their pads. “I think Jared and I have her completely tamed. She’ll be purring like a kitten for the whole team before long.”
“Madeleine Christensen is not one to be tamed so easily,” Piotr growls. “You both should know better. Show her more respect than that.”
I’m surprised at Piotr’s abrasiveness. He’s not usually one to get pissed off at locker room talk. Or at much of anything, for that matter. But from the furrow in his brow and the way his lips are curled in a sneer, I can tell he’s about as happy that Don and Jared were the first to conquer Madeline as I am. Which is, obviously not happy at all.
“Yeah, well, maybe we’ll have to try and catch her after practice, take her for another ride just to make sure she’s really going to be the obedient little minx she’s always wanted to be.” Jared claps Don on the shoulder. “You up for cornering her when we wrap up, seeing if she wants some lessons on, ah…stick handling?”
“From the sounds of things, it’s you two puck-heads who need the stick handlin’ lessons,” I say casually, straightening out my practice jersey. “You might’ve gotten her out of her dress, but y’all didn’t exactly get it in.”
“Oh, come on,” Jared complains. “Just because I came all over her ass instead of inside it doesn’t lessen the fact that Don and I took her first.”
“A conquest is a conquest,” Don agreed, stroking his chin. “But I guess Ash has a point. We’ll have to see if she’s up for round two when practice is over. I’ll have that perfect pussy of hers and you can take that tight little ass.”
They were both still chuckling over their plans when I head out of the locker room, Piotr just behind me.
“You okay, big guy?” I ask, noticing that his scowl hasn’t let up at all yet. “You know Don and Jared are just smug. They’ll stop being so insufferable in a day or two.”
“With Maddie? I doubt it.” Piotr shakes his head. “She’s too high of a prize—even for them. If they’re the first to fuck her too, we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“You jealous?” I ask—more out of curiosity than accusation. I’m feeling a little green with envy myself, but it’s not because I’m angry at Jared or Don. I’m just wishing I would’ve had the foresight to get to her before they did.
“Not jealous. But…hmm.”
As we come to the edge of the rink, something catches Piotr’s eye across from us. I follow his gaze, only to find my jaw dropping so hard it’s a wonder it doesn’t break the ice.
Damn. When Maddie first came into the conference room the other day, I didn’t think she could ever look any better than that. But then we saw her in that sexy, slinky blue gown at dinner last night, all elegant and regal like some kinda fairytale queen, and I didn’t think she could ever look any better than that. Seeing the little glimpses of her bra and cleavage beneath Don’s jacket when she came back from the bathroom had only upped the ante—it was hard to believe that she could ever look better than that.
But then, there she is. High waisted jeans cuffed at the ankles that accentuate her tiny waist and long legs. Big, chunky white tennis shoes that make her look positively delicate by comparison to how heavy they are. Best of all, she’s wearing a Stormbreaker’s jersey tied at her waist. It’s way too big on her, which only makes her look that much better in it. When she turns, I catch a glimpse of whose name is on the back.
“Looks like she’s wearin’ your number, big guy.” I smack Piotr on the chest as I point it out to him.
Finally, his scowl disappears, melting into something wicked instead. A dirty little smile—the kind that tells me he’s got a plan brewing beneath those icy grey eyes of his.
“She looks good in Stormbreaker gear too,” Piotr says. “It’s nice to see her warming up to the team like that. Perhaps we should, ah…go
over. Show her our appreciation.”
“You took the words out of my mouth.”
Watch out, Maddie. She might’ve had a good time with Don and Jared last night, but if Piotr and I have anything to say about it, she’s about to get an even better start to her day.
15
Piotr
I’m not angry. I’m not pissed off. I’m not even jealous, even though I know it must look that way. But with the way Maddie looks, how could I blame Don and Jared for jumping at the opportunity to use her the way she was so obviously made to be used?
No. No, I’m annoyed. Annoyed that they got to her first. Annoyed that they misunderstand the kind of woman Madeleine Christensen is. They might’ve gone mouth-to-pussy with Maddie, but I’ve met her on the ice. Head to head. She’s not anyone’s dumb, complacent little fucktoy. She’s powerful. Clever. Brilliant and not to be underestimated, whether it’s in the rink, on the pages of her nasty news reports, or on her knees.
It’s too much like Don and Jared to forget exactly who Maddie is as soon as they got their dicks wet. But as Ash and I head up the arena steps to approach her, I know we’re not stupid enough to make the same mistake.
Maddie’s a real woman. And if she’s going to be brought under our control, it’s going to take real men to get the job done.
When we get close enough to read the expression on her face, though, I’m surprised to see how stressed out she looks. She has her hands held out in front of her, creating a frame with her fingers and frowning as she peers down at the rink through it.
“Problem, Maddie?” I ask, squeezing between the row of seats just beneath her. I’m tall enough and she’s tiny enough, I’m still taller than her, even though we’re far from standing on even ground.
“Oh, it’s just…” She groans, shaking her head. The motion leaves light catching on her silken waves of chestnut hair. Somehow, even when she’s frustrated, she’s enchanting.
When Ash and I are done with her, I expect her to be a lot less frustrated. Sexually speaking, anyway.
“Didn’t sleep much last night, huh?” Ash is grinning as slips into the row of seats behind her, popping up over her shoulder and making her jump.
“Oh! Ugh. Ash. You scared me.” She runs her fingers through her hair, letting her shoulders slump forward in exhaustion. “No, I slept okay. It’d be hard not to, after the night I had with you boys.”
“Don’t tell me that an hour in the bathroom Donovan Stone and Jared Southern was enough to tire a woman like you out,” I tease. “I thought you were made of stronger stuff than that.”
Maddie blushes at the mention of her little romp during dinner. It’s cute when she gets all flushed like that—but she had to have known that we’d all put two and two together when she came back out wearing Don’s coat instead of her dress. “Believe me, Piotr. It’ll take a lot more than a quick bit of fun with Don and Jared to wear me out.” She runs her fingers through her hair, looking anxious. “No, I’m just kicking myself for trashing the Stormbreaker’s reputation so thoroughly when I was at The Shredder. It might have sold a lot of issues, but now I’m more worried about what it did to your ticket sales.”
“You played yourself there, huh, hon?” Ash vaults the row of seats below him, settling down into a chair in Maddie’s row instead. As he looks out over the stadium, his frown matches hers. “We haven’t sold more than a quarter of our seats ever since you started at The Shredder, you know.”
“I know—and it’s going to make getting good promotional shots of you guys really difficult. I’m starting to think I was kind of an asshole for ragging on the team so hard.”
That makes me laugh. “You were just doing your job. But it’s good to see that you’re finally paying for it now that you’re on our side.”
“I just wish I could pay for it in some other way.” Maddie sighs. “We’re going to have to try and release a bunch of free tickets to fill the lower stands, I think. At least that way, when we get shots of you guys during your next game, it’ll look like you have fans.”
“Clever girl,” Ash says, a tinge of admiration in his voice. It disappeared quickly, though—he and I both knew our grudge with Maddie wasn’t quite over yet. Not while we were still feeling the effects of her smear campaigns. “We’ll take a hit on ticket sales if you do that, though. Sounds like if anything, it’s us who are gonna be payin’ for your work at that dirty ol’ gossip rag.”
“It’s not fair, I know.” Maddie hangs her head as she agrees with Ash. “Like I said—I wish there was some other way I could make up for it.”
Ash and I share a look. A dirty, filthy look—and things are about to get much, much filthier.
“I can think of one way you could make it up to us,” I say slowly, measuring my words out with care.
“Yeah? At this point, I’d do just about anything.”
Ash and I both grin.
“I think it might help relieve some of that stress you’re feelin’, too,” Ash says, raising his eyebrows and spreading his legs wide.
It takes her a few seconds longer than I thought it would, but eventually, it clicks.
“Oh,” she says softly, looking to the hardening bulge rising beneath Ash’s baggy hockey pants. “Oh. That’s what you mean.”
“Are you opposed to the idea?” I ask, offering her my hand.
She only hesitates for a moment—but then she places her long, slender fingers atop my bigger, thicker ones.
“Maybe not, actually. I mean, normally, I wouldn’t, but…” She bites her lip, her breath catching in her throat as I step up over the seats between us, shifting her hand to my own stiffening cock. “Oh, fuck.”
“Perhaps we should go somewhere more…private,” I suggest.
“The top boxes are always open,” Ash adds. “Not like anyone’s going to be using them right now, either.”
“I…” Maddie’s eyebrows knit together as she searches for a reason not to take us up on the offer. She doesn’t find one. “Okay. You boys win. Take me away.”
Ash and I grin at each other for a moment, then I drop my shoulder and hoist Maddie up over it. She yelps as we carry her off, up the steps and toward the boxes.
“We were hoping you might say that.”
16
Madeleine
“Put me down!” I cry out through a laugh, kicking and pounding my fists against Piotr’s broad, firm chest.
“No,” he says plainly. A little chuckle rumbles through his breastbone. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“Don’t play all coy and bashful now, Maddie.” Ash smacks my ass from behind before jogging around us to open the door to the top box. “You fucking want it.”
“You’re…you’re brutes!” I yelps as Piotr deposits me in one of the top box’s lavish, plush leather armchairs.
Ash and Piotr share a look, then another laugh.
“Brutes, huh?” Ash tucks his thumbs in the waistband of his hockey pants.
“I think Maddie is implying that we are barbaric and cruel.” Piotr strokes his beard thoughtfully, hamming it up. “And with the things that I’d like to do to you, Maddie…you might be right, too.”
“I think that you’re both…”
I blink up at them, suddenly overwhelmed by how big they are. Tall. Solid. Two men made completely of muscle, dressed in the Stormbreakers’ light blue and grey jerseys. They look even bigger with their pads on, too. If I was going up against them on the ice in a proper match, I think I probably have a good enough sense of self preservation to turn heel and skate in the other direction. What can I say? I like having teeth.
But it’s not my teeth that I’m worried about now. It’s the way that they’re looking down at me. Smirking like they’ve just won some kind of special prize—and I guess maybe in their eyes, they really have.
They want their revenge. I get that. But there are ways to get revenge that don’t involve carrying me off into a private, luxury top box. There are ways to get even that don’t involve strippin
g all my clothes off and showing me who’s boss.
But with the way they’re looking at me…
Fuck. They don’t even have to tear my clothes off. They’re already undressing me with their eyes.
God, with the way they’re looking at me, they’re already fucking me with their gazes, too.
“You want to repay us for all the trouble you’ve caused us, Maddie?” Piotr speaks first. “You want to make it up to us, all the little jabs you’ve made at your expense through the years?”
He doesn’t have his goalie pads on yet, but now that he’s in uniform, he looks even bigger than ever. And at six-foot-six, that’s saying something. With his light accent and hard-lined features, he looks like a Russian dream. And even though he’s smiling softly, there is a brutishness to the way he’s looking at me that makes my heart pound against my chest, hard and fast.
“You called me a delinquent, if I remember right,” Ash reminds me, squaring up to me like a cowboy at high noon. He’s got this young Clint Eastwood thing about him, all raw machismo and hard, lean muscle. Ash is only a little shorter than Piotr, but he fills up the room with his presence just as much as Piotr does with his size. “Delinquent, trouble-maker, a bad seed…” He chuckles. “And now this. Brute.” He glances over to Piotr. “I think it’s about time we show little Miss Maddie here exactly how bad we can be. Don’t you?”
Piotr considers it for a moment. “Or maybe she should show us how sorry she is herself. You can’t have it both ways, Maddie. Which is it? Are you sorry for what you’ve done and eager to make amends? Or are we the awful, cruel barbarians who are going to have to carry out our own kind of justice?”
I bite my lip, feeling my panties soak all the way through. God, at this rate, getting them off is about the only thing that would save my outfit from smelling like pussy all day.