Grudge Puck: A Hockey Romance

by June Winters

  But that was it. There was no future for us.

  And I'm okay with that.

  After dinner, I'd let him take me wherever he wanted to go. If that meant going back to his place for one more night of meaningless fun … well, sure, I'd do it.

  Without feelings getting in the way, of course.

  Chapter 18

  Like I Always Wanted

  Beau

  After we finished eating, I paid the bill. I checked my phone before we left and saw I'd received a text message from a number I didn't recognize.

  “Hey Beau. This is Dave Leroux. Sorry about the hit tonight, I lost my cool out there. Hope you're okay. I owe you a favor.”

  I frowned. Like I said earlier, Leroux's a solid guy. Most guys don't offer apologies when they finally settle the score with me.

  I replied back. “Thanks bud, I'll be fine. Appreciate you reaching out.”

  And with that, Camille and I left the diner and started walking to nowhere.

  “So what's next on the agenda, Mr. Bradford?” Camille asked. “Since you scored two goals, I believe I owe you a second part to this date.”

  “We could do coffee, or dessert.” I checked my watch. “Might have time to catch a movie before curfew.”

  “Hmm,” she mulled, tapping her chin. “I guess any of that sounds okay.”

  I lowered my voice. “Or, we could skip all that and head back to my hotel instead.” I gave her ass a playful spank, and let my hand stay there for a beat. I gave a gentle squeeze and savored the satisfying firmness of her butt.

  But Camille didn't hit me back for being a sleaze, like I expected.

  Instead she gave me her eyes, which sparkled even in the dark of the night. “Beau Bradford. You never stop, do you?”

  “Guess not,” I said. And before either of us had a second thought, I threw my arm into the air and hailed a cab. A car pulled over immediately and Camille giggled with surprise.

  “You're unbelievable, Beau.”

  But when I opened the door for her? She pressed her lips against mine, gave me an excited kiss, and slid right into the car.

  Hell yeah.

  ***

  Just like last night, we could barely keep our hands off each other in the back of that cab. As soon as I pulled that door shut, I swooped in and cupped Camille's soft cheeks and kissed her. With a quiet moan, she melted into my mouth, her sweet breath warm against my lips.

  While we kissed, her wayward hands found their way into my lap. And then her fingers found my manhood. She ran her palm up and down my stirring length, teasing my cock into a snake that quickly began to curl around my thigh.

  “You better stop. Or else you're gonna make me walk through the hotel lobby sporting this thing.”

  She giggled, but her hand didn't leave my erection. “I won't be ashamed if people know you're hung.”

  By the time the cab dropped us off at the hotel, my balls were heavy with cum and aching from her tease. I positioned Camille just in front of me while we walked to hide my throbbing boner from the crowded lobby.

  But even that was too much for Camille. The pout on her face looked so innocent while we waited for the elevator—but a closer look would show you what a wild girl she really was. She pressed her bottom against my hardness and glided her round, soft ass up and down my length.

  Gulp.

  A middle-aged couple waited for the elevator next to us. The wife was on to us. She watched with a hint of horror and disgust.

  “Cam,” I panted quietly.

  “Yes?” she teased, still pumping that ass.

  I whispered in her ear. “Pst. She sees us.”

  She whispered back. “I already told you: I don't care who knows you're hung. Or that I'm with you.”

  And then to prove the point, her hips began to pump and glide against my member faster, harder, her hips swiveling and gyrating until it was almost too much for me to take.

  “Oh my God,” I sighed under my breath.

  Ding!

  The elevator doors opened and we rushed in. The wife caught her husband's arm and stopped him from boarding with us.

  When the doors closed, Camille turned red and broke into a fit of laughter. “I can't believe I just did that! Did you see the look on her face?!”

  “Yes.” I neared her. “Really. You're wild.”

  “Isn't that how you want me?” she teased, retreating from me until her back was against the elevator wall. “Wild and dark and dirty?”

  “You know it,” I growled.

  Hungrily, I claimed her lips. The slither of our luscious tongues together sent jolts of electricity tingling up and down my spine. She wrapped her leg around my waist, and I thrust my hardness against her crotch, making her moan and shiver and—

  Ding!

  We left the elevator and rushed for my room.

  I fumbled with my wallet, frantically trying to find my room keycard, while I kissed Camille. She stroked me through my trousers, not caring who happened to walk by and see us.

  Finally I managed it—I got the keycard through the slot and the door clicked open. I opened the door and we burst in, kissing wildly, passionately, my hands running over her blouse and fondling her breasts, when—

  A voice came from inside the room. “Uh, hey there, guys.”

  Shit. Hunter.

  The spook made Camille jump, and she took refuge behind my back. Hunter was lying in bed, reading a novel.

  “Didn't mean to scare you,” he said. And the shit-eating grin he wore said it all: he was loving this.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled to Camille. “Sorry. I forgot.”

  “You forgot you have a roommate?” Camille said from behind me, and she gave my ass a pinch.

  “Well, yeah, kinda.”

  Thankfully, Hunter's a cool roommate. He hopped off the bed and stepped into a pair of slippers. “It's okay. I was just about to, uh, go hang out in the hotel lounge, actually.”

  I clapped his shoulder as he walked by. “Sorry, big guy. But thanks.”

  He gave me a shoulder pat in return. “Don't worry about it. Star of the game right here.” He smiled at Camille. “Hey Camille. Good to see you again. Everybody loved those cupcakes, by the way. You're a big hit with the Blizzard boys.”

  “Thanks,” she said quietly, with a touch of embarrassment.

  Hunter left us alone. I didn't miss a beat. As soon as that door shut, I picked Camille up, threw her over my shoulder, and carried her to the bed.

  She squealed, pounding her fists against my back. “Where are you taking me?!”

  “Where do you think?”

  I threw her into my bed and pounced.

  I couldn't tear her clothes off fast enough. The silver buttons of her blouse unsnapped in a hurry, and her bra came off, and I cupped my greedy hands under her breasts. I peeled her tight jeans off her round, plump ass. The sight of her in nothing but her panties and thigh-high fishnet leggings made me growl like a starving animal.

  I sat back on my heels and admired her form. “Goddamn. You are sexy.”

  She demurred. “Beau. Come here. I want you.”

  I shook my head. “Not yet.”

  “No?”

  “First I want to taste you.”

  I lifted her legs and spread her apart. The texture of her fishnets, sliding against my hands, made my eyes roll back in my head. This is just like I always wanted her.

  “Oh,” she gasped as my face neared her crotch heat.

  Chapter 19

  Lie

  Camille

  If last night was a 'grudge-fuck' … what the heck is this?

  I didn't know. But, as Beau's tongue lapped at the crotch of my panties, I found myself not caring. Call it a fling. Call it a two night stand. Call us friends with benefits. Or were we enemies with benefits?

  Hell, I didn't care. I was perfectly happy and content with being in the moment.

  And in that very moment? Beau's tongue was god-like; his desire for me was raw, his thirst unquenchable. H
e hadn't even bothered to take my panties off—instead he just lapped his tongue at my lace panties until they were completely soaked through. Through those drenched panties, I could then feel all of his tongue-muscle, wet and gentle but firm and confident, as he lavished my pussy with a lover's keen attention to the peaks and valleys of pleasure.

  The deep moans bubbled right out of my throat. “Fuck, Beau!”

  I grabbed a tight fistful of his bed sheets. He hadn't even taken my panties off, and yet I was embarrassingly close to coming already.

  A quake began to tremble in my pelvis. Beau's tongue focused on my lengthening clit, swirling his wet lips and tongue all over me until the mounting pressure threatened to boil over.

  I was teetering over the edge. And then he gave me the shove I needed.

  He wedged his thick finger under my panties and pushed into my wetness.

  “Fuck, Beau!” I wailed hoarsely, “I'm coming!”

  My hips rumbled and shook as Beau slurped at my clit and finger-fucked me into orgasm. I thrashed violently, arms and legs pounding into the mattress, as Beau coaxed one wave of ecstasy after another from my core. He had me surfing the crest of each wave, coming again and again, and for a minute I thought it might never end.

  That was a feeling no other man had ever even come close to getting out of me.

  Gently, Beau began to slow and help me return to my senses. My body was numb, my nerves tingling, and I basked in the perfect glowing brightness of my orgasm.

  “Beau,” I panted, barely able to speak. “Beau. Wow. Oh, wow. That was—yeah.”

  He climbed to my side, but still he kept his palm cupped to my pussy; not to stroke me, but to keep my heat and soothe me instead. His other hand stroked the hair out of my face.

  “You look so hot right now, Cammy,” he said, looking awed. “Beautiful.”

  I shied away. “Beau …”

  “I mean it. Your cheeks are all blushed and you look so happy.”

  Tenderly, he stroked my cheek. But I knew how dirty he liked it.

  “… I can smell myself on your fingers,” I told him with a devious bite of my lip.

  His features darkened, like he were possessed by the lust I held over him. He put his finger near my mouth. Dutifully, I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked my juices off his finger.

  “God damn,” he groaned. “How do you taste?”

  “So good,” I whimpered.

  “Fuck, you turn me on so bad, baby.”

  He yanked at his shirt, his buttons popping off without a care, and he threw the ruined item aside. His pants and boxers came off next, and then he was naked. His cock was huge, somehow longer and girthier than I remembered it from last night.

  Before he could climb back into the bed, I met him at the side of the mattress. I grabbed his dick and pulled him, studying the big, pretty penis I held in my hands. A wet, shiny trail of pre-cum trickled from his opening and ran down his shaft. As I tugged him, more pre-cum flowed and ran from his head like water streaming down a rugged mountain.

  Mm.

  I couldn't wait anymore. I ran my tongue up his shaft, indulging in the sweet taste of his excitement. When I'd slurped up the last drop of it, I whimpered with disappointment.

  “Don't worry babe. There's more of that.”

  Beau clenched on to a fistful of my hair as I plunged my lips down his manhood. His smell, his taste filled me. Although sucking last night him had both excited and disgusted me—tonight, having the hockey star buried in my throat only brought me a carnal rush of satisfaction.

  Beau's moans and groans brought untold pleasure to me. I wanted him to blow his load all over my face, just like he had last night. But with a roar, he pulled out from between my cheeks and turned me around, bending me over at the waist and positioning me exactly how he wanted me—doggy-style.

  “I have to fuck you,” he growled as he mounted me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and gently tugged as he entered me from behind.

  “Aaaooh,” I moaned deeply as his tip slowly parted my folds. “Ohmygod.”

  “Yesss,” he hissed, pulling back out. “You're so wet and hot, baby.”

  “Fuck me harder,” I whimpered, trying to thrust my tightness down him—

  But he spanked me and held me in place with his hands tight around my waist.

  “Bad girl.”

  “Why?” I mewled.

  “Don't move an inch,” he said quietly, sternly. “I want to take my time. I want you to want every inch.”

  His words only made me hotter, wetter—and now I needed him more than ever. Impatiently, I arched my back, hoping to make myself irresistible to him.

  He grabbed two handfuls of my ass, and spread me apart. “So nice.”

  I held my breath and focused on Beau's big, solid presence as he slowly tunneled inside me.

  “Oh, yes,” I moaned breathlessly. “Oh my God that's good, Beau.”

  Beau gave me just a bit more depth than he had before—and then he pulled out again.

  All the way out—leaving me feeling disappointed, abandoned.

  But then he pushed back in again.

  And he always gave me just a bit more.

  And he began to pump just a bit faster, just a bit harder.

  And I began to test my limits to see what I could get away with:

  I met him with a bit of resistance as he entered me.

  I gave a small swivel of my hips as he pushed deeper, treating his length to a corkscrew of my walls.

  I clenched my inner muscles on him, refusing to let him pull out without first winning a friction-filled struggle.

  All these things struck at his willpower, his vitality and stamina.

  All these things made him grunt gasp and growl as he struggled not to fuck me hard and dirty.

  All these things tilted the balance in my favor—until, finally, Beau couldn't contain himself anymore.

  “You bad girl!” he roared, and his open-palm came down on my ass, hard. “I told you I wanted to fuck you slow!”

  I buried my face against the bed and stuck my ass high in the air to tease him, to tempt him.

  “Sorry!” I whimpered, even though we both knew I wasn't sorry at all.

  Beau jealously grabbed two handfuls of my ass and gave it to me.

  Finally!

  He pushed in, all the way, all of him, finally.

  He pulled out and slammed himself back in—hard, powerful, unrelenting.

  “Yes!” I shrieked.

  He filled me, stretched me, used me.

  His hands obsessively ran up and down my fishnets.

  He grunted louder as he slammed his cock deeper into me.

  His hips and thighs clapped against my rear as he fucked me harder, faster.

  “Yes, yes, yes! Harder!”

  Beau gave me everything I wanted—and then he gave me a little extra.

  My eyes went wide when I felt a presence at my rear: his finger. Gently, he circled the rim of my ass, implicitly asking me for permission.

  I'd never had anybody put anything in there. But Beau had boiled me down to my basest desires, and reduced me to such a moaning panting horny mess, that all inhibitions went out the window.

  And as his finger glided around my rear, the sensation grew surprisingly welcome. I relaxed for him, begging him to enter me with my moans of encouragement. “Mm-hm!”

  Because if he wanted it? I wanted it twice as bad.

  Beau pushed his finger gently into my ass.

  “Yes!” I howled, shoving my weight against him and forcing him to fill both my holes.

  In and out, he drilled me, grunting wildly.

  “Oh my God!” I bellowed, stuffed, stuffed like I'd never been before.

  His huge dick began to feel impossibly bigger, bloated and swollen. I knew he was close. The thought of his champion cum shooting inside me triggered a primal rush—and my grip on him tightened, my muscles ratcheting higher, until I squeezed him inside me like I wouldn't ever let him go.
r />   “I'm coming, Beau! I'm coming so fucking hard!”

  I didn't want him to pull out. I didn't want him to stop finger-fucking my ass, either.

  The climax broke over me, and I spasmed on Beau wildly. My legs thrashed against the mattress, tremors rippling through my body—and then I felt Beau begin to tremble himself.

  “Ur-urrrrggh!” he groaned.

  I felt Beau's deep pulses, his rapid throbbing, as his big cock shot his seed inside me. We thrust against each other, refusing to stop, making him fill me with pump after pump of his cream.

  When we finally ground to a halt, a frothy mix of our juices dribbled down the inside of my thighs.

  I collapsed to the mattress, and Beau's great weight followed. He laid on top of me, making me feel so snug and perfect and content.

  ***

  “Holy fuck,” Beau panted a few minutes later.

  We laid side by side.

  “Yeah,” I agreed, just as breathlessly.

  “And I thought last night was hot.”

  I ran my fingers through the dense smattering of hair between his sexy pecs. “You're a dirty boy, Beau.”

  He smirked. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I've never let a guy play with my ass. That's twice now you've broken new ground with me.”

  “Heat of the moment kind of thing,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “Hope I didn't go too far.”

  I tried to fight my smile off, but it was hopeless.

  “You liked it, though, didn't you,” he said, giving my shoulders a playful shake.

  “Loved it, actually,” I finally admitted. “But don't get your hopes up. A finger's okay. But nothing more. You're too big for anything else to go in there.”

  Beau laughed. “Fair.”

  He hugged me tight, and I gave a happy sigh to be in his strong, sweaty arms.

  We stayed like that for what felt like hours. We didn't have to say a word. We just basked in each other's warmth and soaked in all the bliss we'd just created together.

  There was something else we'd created together, though. Something I tried to ignore.

  A voice in the back of my head shouted, and this is why you don't sleep with people unless you care about them!