by R. S. Owl
“Uh oh. You’ve got that look on your face. You know? The one you only give me after you’ve had a tequila sunrise.”
I raise my eyebrow at her. “So that’s why you always get first rounds in, huh?”
She gives me a wide grin back and skates off to the changing area, slapping another one of our team mates on the ass as she passes.
Today’s games are going to be very interesting.
CHAPTER 2
Frankie
So far, I’ve sat through two matches, one of which Taylor was playing in. This is one of only a few mixed tournaments to have been organised in the South of England and even though this is an amateur event, some of these guys could be pros. Taylor is one of them. He’s like lightning on skates, but his speed is also his one weakness. He stumbles with his manoeuvres just enough for us to use to our advantage when we play against him.
Which happens to be next.
I’ve basically been eye fucking him all morning, even when he put his shirt back on. A couple of times I think he caught me staring. It was like my heart got zapped every time. I'm pretty sure my face went red.
After he finishes playing the first match, he skates into the office at the other end of the rink from the changing rooms where I sit. He doesn't look over and I just watch him gracefully skate away. As soon as the buzzer goes for the current game, we gather up our stuff and skate onto the rink. Brooke skates up behind me again and thrusts her hips into my butt jarring me forward into the wall.
“Thanks, babe,” I say over my shoulder.
“Just checking you had your tits, I mean wits, about you for the game. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your perving.” She smiles that cocky grin at me.
I grin back. “I can’t help that I like pretty things.” I follow it with a wink at her and our eyes lock. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and holds it there for a second before releasing it.
“I’ll get the drinks in after the tournament, yeah?” She sticks her tongue out the side of her mouth.
I laugh her off and nudge my head over to the rest of our team stood next to benches.
“Come on, let’s go shout shit and look awesome.”
***
My team is amazing.
We’re the only women’s team here and even though we’ve been playing together for longer than half of the teams in this tournament, it still feels like the guys are doing us a favour by letting us be here. So I’m going to give them a run for their money, and that may involve using some…other tactics.
We map out our plan and decide on our lines. The adrenaline is starting to work its way through me, and I get flitters of nerves in my stomach. I take the last drink of water before I shut the guard on my helmet over my face. Then I look out at the rink.
Situated in a large warehouse, the rink takes up most of the floor space. The sunlight shines down from the Perspex ceiling, giving a slight greenhouse effect. Which is just what you need when you’re already hot in layers of protective padding. The large air-conditioning units above the rink beat away, trying their best to cool the place down, but only manage to create a loud hum.
The viewing stands fitted on top of the changing rooms only seat about fifty people. The five compact rows are already filled. The small crowd creates a buzz of suspense and expectation. People are here to spectate. A shudder of nervousness ripples through me. I steer my gaze away from the crowd and mentally shake myself. There’s no reason to be anxious.
I recognise his skates first, gliding effortlessly along the floor with swan-like grace. My eyes go straight to his face, only to find he’s got his helmet on already. I purse my lips together. I just want a clear view of his face, for fuck’s sake. He proceeds to skate warm-up laps around the rink. Probably something I should be doing.
I join the girls and take practice shots at the goalie, making sure she’s ready to get pucks flung at her from every direction. Our goalie, is a tank. I could never be goalie. I’d probably flinch every time a puck flew at me, but she just throws herself in front of them.
I spot the name 'Rivers' on the back of a shirt as the guy skates around the back of our goal just as I slap shot the puck at it. It goes wide and nearly hits him in the head.
The sound of the puck hitting the clear acrylic shielding resonates around the rink. He’s seemingly oblivious until Brooke shouts over at me, “You can’t fuck him if you’ve decapitated him, y’know?”
Turns out it was Taylor. Awesome.
I’m glad to be wearing a helmet so nobody can see my flaming red face. I can’t even bring myself to look over at Taylor. Even though I have a glove on and it makes it difficult, I attempt to give Brooke the finger anyway. She just laughs. Dick.
Luckily, at that moment, the whistle is blown for us to get ready to start. I’m in the first line along with Brooke. I play defense while Brooke is a forward. She’s fast enough to get to the other side of the rink in time with the puck, while I’m not afraid to use my elbows when it comes to defending our goal. I usually take the face off and pass it back to Brooke, if I get it, which I usually do because I’m so scrappy, and then off she flies up the rink with the other forward. Hopefully, today it works for us. I skate up to the centre and wait for my face-off buddy, only to find him skating up to meet me.
This should be fun.
CHAPTER 3
Frankie
My stick hits the floor as I slide it over to the perfect spot, parallel with his. I widen my stance and slightly bend my knees as I bring my shoulders down level with his. We’re face to face and I finally get to see him. He’s essentially glaring me down, but my God his eyes are stunning. He’s got a cheeky smirk on his face like he knows I’m checking him out. I can’t let him win.
I match his stare, being careful not to get lost in those dreamy blue eyes. I wet my lower lip with my tongue before taking it between my teeth and biting. His eyes drop down to watch my lips, and at that precise moment, the puck drops. I slam my stick into his as he moves it forward to get the puck and use the back to slap it behind to Brooke who’s waiting next to me. Then we’re off.
Brooke skates up the rink, her wheels racing easily along the synthetic tile floor. As one of the opposing defenders approaches, she slaps the puck over to the back board with the back of her hockey stick. Pushing off with her right leg, she dodges around the defense as he looks for the evasive puck. She catches it on the other side and glances up to look around for a pass. I skate up to be near the goal, keen to keep procession for as long as possible. As I make it up to her she slings it over to Leah, the other forward.
I skate over to Taylor as fast as I can. He makes his way over to Leah with his stick poised to tackle hers. I ram into the side of him and thrust my stick under his, using both of my hands to keep his stick lifted off the floor and away from Leah. It all happens so fast. Leah skates around the back of the net, away from Taylor who I grapple with. She swings around the left side of the goal, following the curve of the rink wall, and smacks the puck towards it with full force. It hits the post and rebounds off, flying through the air like a bullet out of a gun, straight in Brooke’s direction. I hear her yelp as the puck hits her right in the boob. Her high-pitched voice echoing around the walls. The puck falls to the floor as Brooke brings her glove to her chest, rubbing the spot where the solid plastic struck her. I rush towards her in the hope of helping. Before I can get there, she kicks the fallen puck out from beneath her feet and catches it at the end of her stick. I hold back one of the defense as he tries to get to her by forcing his stick away and elbowing him in the ribs. She aims it perfectly, straight between the goalie’s legs as he falls to the floor. Only four minutes in and we’ve scored already.
Perfect.
***
The game is tough, even when I swap for the next line I’m still exhausted when it’s my turn to go back out. The guys play hard, taking no mercy just because we’re women. But that’s how we like it.
At halftime, it’s three to four, them on top.
Our goalie is incredible. She’s stopped far more goals than she should have had to. Each face off I’ve been up against Taylor. The air gets warmer when he’s around and when he looks at me, I feel like he’s looking for something.
I grin as I think back to one particular face off. I’d skated up to the centre to find him already there with a sexy arrogance about his face.
He leaned in close and said in a deliciously gruff voice that made my shorts quiver, “Don’t think you can use dirty tactics to get in my head.”
I smiled sweetly and tilted my head towards him slightly. “Sorry I didn’t catch that, did you say you want to get me in bed?” He chuckled and shook his head, again, right at the moment the puck was dropped. And I won it again.
CHAPTER 4
Frankie
We do our pep talk and the usual scream of our team name while our gloves are in and back out we go. The second half is far more intense. They score another goal within the first five minutes and we have to push to catch up. Everyone has become much more aggressive and the girls have become almost fearless. Brooke clean wiped out a six-foot-two guy earlier; she had to go in the box, but you could tell by the Delores Umbridge-esque smirk plastered on her face, that she was super proud.
I get passed the puck and it’s wide so I push forward to get to the wall before it rebounds. As I skate up, I slam my wheels against the barrier to force the puck to stop, only to find myself shoved against the Perspex. Some dude is stabbing his stick between my legs trying to get to the puck that’s currently wedged between my foot and the wall. Not the usual stick I like between my legs, that’s for sure.
He tries to hook his stick around the front of me to get down into the gap. In doing so, I find his crotch is practically grinding against my ass as he tries to jab at the puck. I hear one of my team mates shout to my left that she’s open and I brace my fists against the wall before thrusting my ass out as hard as I can. I push the guy behind me back while I swipe my foot and the puck, over to the blur of a red shirt worn by our team. I don’t even see if she catches it as I fall to the ground on top of my aggressor, ass first. I hear an audible grunt from the force of me landing on his lap and roll off him onto my front. I get on my hands and knees and look over; it’s Taylor. He seems a tad out of breath following our little scuffle.
“Don’t worry, I can teach you how to thrust hard like that,” I say with a wink as I jump up and skate away from him.
Turns out during my little foreplay session, we scored another goal.
***
We win the match, barely. Seven–six, to us, and typically the boys are gutted they lost to a bunch of girls. We line up to shake hands and I can barely contain myself as I come up to Taylor.
I reach for his hand and he pulls me forward, lines his mouth up with my ear and whispers, “Don’t get cocky, Frankie.”
He draws out my name in the most delicious way that I almost forget I’m holding up a line. Luckily, Brooke reminds me by thrusting me forward and I get my wits back. Hopefully, we get to play him again in the finals.
The rest of the day goes by fine; I don’t see Taylor again until he appears for one of the games and then skates back to his office after. I’ve got to wonder what the hell he’s doing in there. He seems a broody sort. But his skating off isn’t helping my perving needs right now. At that moment, I get an overwhelming need to do something ridiculous. We’re in the break between the end of the matches and the semis and they’re giving everyone a thirty-minute break while they decide the finals. That’s plenty of time for a little investigating.
I skate off towards his office, already practicing my shocked ‘oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise’ face as I approach the office door. I go to open it and roll in like I own the place, only to find he’s not there. I’m pretty bummed until I hear the faint sound of water coming from a door to my right. I slowly skate over to the door, not knowing what the hell I’m doing, when it quickly opens and there stands a full-on, hard-as-rock, glorious cock... attached to none other than Taylor Rivers.
CHAPTER 5
Frankie
I expected him to be pissed and cover himself up, but instead he just puts his hands on his hips and smirks as I blatantly stare with my mouth hanging open. He clears his throat which brings my attention up to his mouth; although I’m sure my eyes are still glazed over. Damn, his mouth is hot too.
“See something you want, Frankie?” He’s using that sexy drawl again. Must maintain control of my pants.
My tongue gets stuck in my mouth as I see his still-hard dick twitch out the corner of my eye.
“Not cocky anymore, huh?” He advances toward me slowly and deliberately.
I try to roll myself backwards but I hit a lip in the carpet and start to fall. Just as I start to flap like a freaked out chicken, he grabs me by my shorts and slams his bare foot down on top of my skates, keeping me upright. Even with my blades on, he’s still about three inches taller.
His arm wraps around my waist to bring me in close and his other hand remains attached to my shorts in a vice-like grip. It’s at this moment I realise that he still has a boner and my shorts are so damn thick I can’t even get the full effect of it poking me.
One of my hands seems to have found its way to his shoulder during my wheel malfunction and the other is perched happily on his firm, hard chest. I slowly look down and assess the situation I’ve found myself in. I am in the arms of a sexy, naked hockey player. When I look back up to his sapphire blue eyes, the look he’s giving me is so intense that it causes my breath to hitch. His lips look so tempting at that moment. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this forever.
“How come you’re in my office?”
I meet his eyes. “I thought it might be a spare shower room.”
He looks down the length of me, all the way to my boots and then returns to my face. “You don’t look ready for a shower.”
Well, he has a point there.
“I wanted to see if it was free first, which I can see it isn’t, so I’ll just be go–.” He cuts off my last word by lowering his lips onto mine. My eyes widen at the surprise of it until I realise how soft his lips are. I pull him closer to me as he runs his thumb along my jawline and his fingers weave into my hair. Jesus Christ, this guy can kiss as well as he can play hockey.
I should probably be asking why the hell he’s kissing me...but that would make me an idiot. He’s kissing me so hard I can barely breathe, let alone think. The butterflies invade my stomach, the warmth spreads down through me, leaving my sex throbbing. It’s safe to say, my inhibitions have thoroughly left my pants.
His hands move down to my shorts and slide inside the waistband. He cups my ass, and his nails dig in, making me moan into his mouth. I’ve never wished I was wearing different shorts more. Or just no shorts would be great right now.
My fingertips glide down to his abs, the ones I’ve been longing to lick, but touching will have to do at the moment. The ripple of his stomach under my fingers feels like heaven and I move the tips of my fingers down to trace his V from each side. My fingers meet each other again right above his dick. He breaks the kiss to hiss out a breath as I run both of my fingertips from the base to the tip, reaching a drop of excitement at the end. I dip my finger over the tip and bring it to my mouth for a lick. His eyes are trained on my mouth as I taste him and as soon as I remove my finger, his lips are back on me.
He brings his hands out of my shorts and starts working the laces that hold them up. As soon as he’s undone the bow, he’s pulling the strings further apart until the padded shorts fall down my legs. Luckily for me, my shorts are so big that I can step out of them with my skates still on. With my shorts off, I’m standing there in just my sports bra, knickers, hockey socks and roller skates. He’s looking at me like it works for him.
His eyes rake down my body, taking in every inch of me, before stopping at my skates. He closes the gap between us and continues his blissful assault on my lips. He places his palms on the t
ops of my thighs and before I remember I’m on wheels, I find myself gliding backwards across the floor until my back hits the cool surface of the wall behind me. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would probably have found it hilarious.
As soon as I’m pinned between the wall and Taylor, my kisses become frantic. It’s like I can’t get close enough. He slips his hands under my bum and lifts me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Now my shorts are off I can feel his hardness lined up against me. My skates are crossed behind his back keeping me in place, pushing into him in a way that must be painful. His nails dig into my thighs, scratching me as he trails kisses down my throat. I throw my head back and shove my fingers into his chocolate brown hair as he pulls my bra strap down to place kisses along my collarbone, nipping me along the way.
“Taylor,” I sigh.
He’s thrusting against me as I grind myself against his hard cock. My black and red lace knickers are the only thing stopping him being inside me. I don’t know how we got to this point, but dear God, I never want him to stop.
Right at that thought, a loud voice bursts through the room, reverberating against the office walls and breaking us out of our lust-filled bubble. I gasp into his mouth at the shock of it. The PA system announces that they’re ready to start the matches again and my team is up next, it’s our last match of the day.
Shit, it’s been half an hour already.
Taylor leans his head against my shoulder and exhales a “fucccccck,” under his breath. It’s like my hearing has been switched back on after being so focused on Taylor. I can hear the shower still running in the background, making it sound like it’s raining outside.
I unlock my skates from behind his back and he lets my legs return to the ground. It’s that really awkward moment where I realise I’m half naked and he’s fully naked….and still hard. I stare at his cock for definitely ten more seconds than you’re supposed to. It’s pretty impressive. He clears his throat and my head snaps up to meet his face. He smirks at my dazed eyes. “When you’re finished ogling, I have a shower waiting for me.”