by Melanie Ting
“Wow,” she said. She extended her neck and kissed the tip of his delighted cock.
“I’m healthy. Just so you know. We had physicals in training camp, and I haven’t had sex since then.” Man, did he just say that out loud? What a douche.
Elaine only laughed. “I’m good too.”
He bent over her; his urgent need overcoming his nerves. “But now I’m naked, and you’re not.”
She was giggling, which made her tits jiggle in a very hot way. “Then take off my panties.”
He reached down, and she put a hand on top of his. “No fair. You can’t use your hands.”
He chuckled. She was full of surprises, and there was nothing he liked more than a physical challenge. He bent his head down over the jutting curve of her ass and planted a kiss on the bare skin at the base of her spine. Then he grabbed the elastic top in his teeth and started to pull downwards. Elaine lifted her hips to help him, but that only meant that his face was buried between the sweet cheeks of her ass. He moved his mouth over to the side of her hips to pull down the lacy nothingness and reveal more and more of her.
Elaine kept giggling as he struggled. When one ass cheek was finally revealed, he couldn’t help but bite down firmly on it, and she squealed. “No biting! Don’t you get a penalty for that?”
“Not if the ref can’t see me.” He laughed and bit the other cheek too. Then he pulled her panties right down and was rewarded with a close-up look at her sweet little pussy lips. She was hairless down there, and her fleshy folds reminded him of a juicy plum. Her panties were still in the way, but he couldn’t resist. He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed them apart so he could see more. Her little puckered asshole winked at him, and her whole pussy was exposed. His tongue darted out and licked her outer lips over and over.
“Oh Marty,” Elaine’s breathless voice sounded far away. The salty taste of her and her musky smell made lust surge up inside him. He figured that he had done enough with his mouth, so he used his hands to pull her panties right off. Then he lifted her ass and spread her thighs wide. She was suspended in front of his mouth, and he began to feast on her—licking her folds and then pushing his tongue in and out of her. Elaine wiggled her hips a little, but Marty held her so she could barely move. Not that she wanted to, if all the little noises she made were any indication. Her purple clit sat fat and glistening in front of him, and he attacked it with enthusiasm. He slurped, licked, and then just sucked and sucked on her little button.
Elaine was making noises non-stop now. “Oh my God, Marty, ungh, yes. Ohhhh, I can’t.... ungh, ungh, yes!” Then she screamed, and her body fell limp in his hands.
He gently laid Elaine face-up on the bed. Could she look any sexier? She was completely naked with her thick dark hair in a mess around her flushed, sex-dazed face, and her big breasts were heaving. Her shapely legs were slightly parted and he could still see the wetness where his saliva had mixed with her fluids.
“You okay, baby?” he asked. Her eyelids were fluttering, and her gaze was blank.
“Uh huh,” she panted.
“Did you come?” he asked. He was pretty sure she had, but since it was their first time, he wanted to make sure.
“Uh huh,” she repeated.
“You are so beautiful,” he told her. She smiled weakly up at him.
Then he took an ankle in each hand and lifted them up. He brought the toes of one foot up to his mouth and sucked on all of them at once. Her eyes widened, and she began to giggle. “What are you doing?”
Marty didn’t even know what he was doing. He wanted to know every single part of her intimately. Her toes were tasty and adorable, but what he liked more was this feeling that things were wide open between them, and they could do anything. He couldn’t remember feeling like this with anyone ever before.
His cock was aching, but he remembered Bod’s advice. He pushed her ankles down until her knees were bent and spread. Then he began to lick her pussy lips again, bathing them in wetness and tickling their wrinkly surfaces.
“Oh Marty, more?” Elaine lifted her head from the pillow and looked down at him. He stopped his tongue assault and kissed his way up the centre of her body, stopping only to suck on each big, pouty nipple. Finally he reached her mouth and kissed her hard, his tongue dipping inside. At the same time, he inserted one finger inside her pussy and rotated. She was so warm and wet, and her walls were tight around only his finger. Imagine what something bigger would feel like.
“Yes, more, Sweetness,” he told her. “This is what’s going to happen next. I’m going to lick you until you come again, and then keep working you until I hear you beg me to stick my cock in you. And then I can’t make any more predictions because once I get inside you, I think I’m going to lose my mind.”
Elaine’s eyes widened, and all she said was “Ohhh.” Marty’s sudden take-charge attitude in bed seemed to be turning her on. Or maybe it was the relentless motion of his long fingers inside her. He had added a second finger and was now fucking her with them until her entire lower body jerked up and down. He brought his head back down and began nibbling at her swollen, throbbing clit.
“Unnnh, mmmmm.” The combination of fingers and tongue seemed to be working its magic even faster. Elaine’s body was bucking so hard he could hardly keep sucking her.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she screamed. He took his fingers out, and she made a little groan of disappointment. Then he moved into position between her thighs, and pinned her legs up against her stomach. Marty began to gently lap at her still quivering pussy. She was certainly juicier after coming. He looked up to see how she was feeling, but from here all he could see was her heaving tits. But that gave him an idea of how things could be even more fun. Elaine was so much smaller than him, that he could access any part of her. So he reached up and took a soft breast in each hand. That felt great, and he licked away happily.
It didn’t take long for the begging to start. “I’m ready. Want you inside me.” Elaine’s voice was sexy and throaty. But he kept working away at her, licking and sucking her clit, and using his fingers to tease her sensitive nipples into high points.
“Marty, please, unnnh, my clit’s getting sore. I want to have sex now. I want your cock in me.” She was starting to get a little frantic. Clearly Elaine had no idea how much stamina he really had.
But it didn’t take long until she was really begging. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she kept repeating as she rose on the crescendo of another orgasm. As she came, she screamed out, “Marty, fuck me now!”
He laughed. “Okay, baby.”
He pulled a condom out of his bedside table and then put it on. Elaine was lying limp and spent. He pulled her hips over to the edge of the bed, got on his knees, parted her, and began to ease his cock in. She felt fantastic inside, soft and tight at the same time. Elaine roused herself and began to twist and thrust against him, which increased the friction on his engorged cock as well as looking super hot. He couldn’t get over the fact that he had been fantasizing about her for weeks, and now she was even hotter than he had imagined.
He lifted one of her legs and began to fuck her sideways. It felt incredible, and all the blood in his brain seemed to have rushed into his cock. He thrust into her like a relentless machine. He wasn’t sure if he had found her g-spot or not, but it was pretty clear that Elaine was loving all of it. She was a little sex maniac.
She grunted every time he went deep inside and struggled hard to meet his every thrust, but with one leg suspended high, she didn’t have a ton of leverage. But she was trying hard. Finally, between strokes, she breathed out a suggestion.
“How ‘bout a little cowgirl?”
Marty groaned. “Are you for real? Or are you just the best dream ever?”
He pulled out of her and lay on his back, holding his cock straight up into the air. She straddled him, parted herself, and lowered her body down onto him. Then she started bucking up and down on his erection. Her tits bounced, her hair flew
everywhere, but the best part was her face. She was loving every single thrust. When he reached down to rub her little clit again, she threw her head back and moaned loudly. He began to push his hips up just to feel himself a little deeper inside her.
He was losing control rapidly, as the unreal sensations took over him.
“Elaine, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, baby, come,” she urged him. He put his hands on her hips and forced her into a faster pace with shorter strokes. Then he relaxed into the total blood rush and came hard. When he finally let go of her, she rolled off and lay beside him. He put an arm around her, covered her up with the blanket, and kissed her on the forehead.
“Wow, Marty,” Elaine said. He could tell she was smiling without even looking.
“The first of many incredible nights for us,” Marty assured her.
“Sooo tired,” she murmured. “I can’t keep up with you professional athletes.”
He chuckled. And then the bed shook slightly as Knightley landed on it. He crept up until he was firmly wedged between his two favourite people in the world.
Marty stroked his head. “Thanks, bud. For not saying a peep while we were, uh, busy.”
Elaine laughed. “He’s fixed. Sex means nothing to him.”
“Poor guy.”
“No, he’s lucky. He’s got this wonderful home with you.”
Marty smiled. He knew he was the really lucky one. He kissed Elaine again, on the lips this time. With one hand on Knightley and the other on Elaine’s shoulder, he closed his eyes. Was this the best night of his life? He couldn’t imagine how things could be better, but now with Elaine in his life—maybe they could be.
Epilogue
Six weeks later
Marty knotted his new blue tie. He ran his fingers over the raw silk surface and grinned. When Elaine gave the tie to him, she said it was the colour of his eyes. Jonesy knocked on his door and poked his head inside.
“Are we going to this big shindig together? Or do you have to pick up your girlfriend?” His roommate snickered. Jonesy took complete credit for Marty’s relationship and now acted like the world expert on women. He was even threatening to write the book, A Hockey Player’s Guide to Winning Your Dream Chick. Since Marty had never seen him write anything longer than a text message, this seemed unlikely.
But Marty did appreciate everything Jonesy had done. And everything his teammates had done as well. Most of all, he was happy in a whole new way. Hanging out with Elaine was so much fun, and she was such a great girlfriend.
“Let’s take your car. Elaine’s gone early. The Cat Haven has a table there.” Tonight was the big launch of the Vice cat calendar, which none of them had even seen. Amanda was making a big deal out of the reveal.
“Apparently, there’s gonna be reporters. Like real reporters, not just sports guys,” Jonesy said, buttoning the jacket of his best suit. “We’re gonna be famous, and you know what that means.”
“What?”
“Wall-to-wall pussy!” Jonesy explained.
“Don’t get your hopes too high,” Marty cautioned. He’d been to too many Vice promos that had fallen flatter than a pancake. Like that stupid dog night where there was so much action in the stands nobody was even watching the game. Or events where nobody turned up. One night, he and Burner had autographed a total of seven items as they sat ignored in a busy grocery store.
“It’s different this season,” Jonesy scoffed. “Amanda knows what she’s doing, and we’re getting hot.”
That was true. The Vice were winning more than losing these days and the crowds at the games had been growing. Some of the guys had bitched when Amanda first got promoted that women didn’t belong in hockey management. But she worked really hard. And most of those players were gone now.
The roommates drove to the hotel where the launch was happening, and made their way to the event room.
Marty stopped in the doorway in complete shock. The first thing they saw was a giant banner of the calendar cover. It was him with Knightley perched on his shoulder.
“Whoa! It’s you and the Knight-man.” Jonesy smacked him on the back. “Congrats.”
“Whaaa? I thought it was going to be Burner,” Marty stammered.
Jonesy shook his head. “Maybe they didn’t want to feature him, y’know, because he might be gone.” There were rumours that Burner was going to be called up to the NHL any day.
“Oh, Devo, can we get your autograph?” Two teenaged girls offered up their calendars, and he signed as always: MDevonshire#17. He paused and then added, & Knightley.
“Knightley’s my cat too,” Jonesy explained, and the girls got him to sign their calendars. “Hey, I’m Mr. February—the loooove month.”
The girls giggled at this comment, but before Jonesy could commit a statutory offence, Tibbs called them over. “Guys, we’re supposed to be up front when Amanda speaks.”
As Marty walked through the room, he marvelled at how busy it was. There were hockey fans in jerseys, but there were also the ladies who volunteered at the shelter and all their friends and families. He finally spotted Elaine. She was sitting at a long table with a Vancouver Cat Haven sign pinned to the tablecloth and there was a small crowd there too. Elaine had printed off large glossy photos of all the available cats to inspire more adoptions and donations, and they were propped up on the table.
“Elaine,” he called out, and she looked up. When she saw him, her face lit up. Her beautiful smile still gave him that thump in the chest. She was wearing a pretty red dress and the gold locket he had given her. Marty had inserted a photo of Knightley, and Elaine had added his portrait on the other side. Who would have thought that someone as amazing as her would want to wear his battered face?
He couldn’t stop and talk to her now, but Elaine had promised she would only work the early shift so she could be his date for the evening.
“Woohoo, it’s the cover boy,” Lionel called out when they got to the low platform stage at the front. His other teammates laughed and hooted too. It wasn’t only the guys in the calendar that were here, but pretty much the entire team.
“Yeah, who put that face on the cover?” Bod snorted.
“They wanted a beauty, so they got one,” Leper said. Marty grinned, happy as always to be with the boys.
“Do you like the cover?” Amanda asked Marty. She was getting ready to speak and let him know that she would mention him specifically—probably so he wouldn’t get caught in the spotlight scratching his balls or something.
“Yeah, but I’m shocked.”
She smiled. “You shouldn’t be. Did you know your jersey is one of the top-sellers in the team store?”
He shook his head. But maybe it wasn’t surprising. He was so happy these days that he was more confident at hockey too. Coach Lee had put him on the second power play unit, and he was getting more ice time. Statistically, it was going to be his best ever season in the AHL. And because they were in more close games lately, there were fewer fights. He wouldn’t ever skate away from a tilt, but he didn’t miss getting sewn up after games. After all, if he injured his hands that meant fewer fun things he could do with Elaine.
Amanda got up and gave her usual polished speech. She urged the hockey fans to support the cat charity and the cat fans to try out a Vice game. “And finally, I’d like to urge anyone looking for a pet, to think about rescue animals first. My own cat, Pookie, was surrendered to a shelter in Toronto. And during the photo shoot for this calendar, a very special love story happened. Our cover cat, Knightley, captured the heart of Marty Devonshire. So afterwards, Marty and his roommate, Nate Jones, adopted this little black cat. How is that going, boys?”
Before Jonesy could say anything inappropriate, Marty stood up. “It’s been great. He’s brought us a lot of joy.” He searched the crowd until his eyes met Elaine’s, and they smiled at each other. “I’d recommend adopting from the Cat Haven to anyone.”
“Thank you, Marty,” Amanda said. “And one more piece of good
news. This calendar has already presold more than 75% of our first run. So, we’ll be ordering a second printing tomorrow!”
Everyone cheered, and then Mrs. McCumber from the charity stood up and was presented with a ceremonial cheque.
“I hope there will be many more,” Amanda said. “Now, everyone, please enjoy the party and get your calendars autographed by all the great guys from the Vice.”
Marty got off the stage and tried to find Elaine, but he was immediately surrounded by fans asking for autographs and selfies. That had never happened before, and it felt pretty good. Even better once Elaine wormed her way to his side.
“Hey, Cover Guy,” she said. Marty put his arm around her and kissed her. She tasted so good that he had to remind himself they were in public.
“Oh my goodness.” Amanda was staring at them. “You two are going out?”
Marty grinned and nodded vigorously. “Yeah. For a while now.”
Amanda smiled. “I wish I had known that. That would have made an even better story. Did this happen at the calendar shoot?”
Elaine giggled. “Kind of. But it was really Knightley who fixed us up.”
“Knightley?” Jonesy had materialized beside them. “C’mon. It was all me!”
They laughed. Marty could see that Amanda was mentally calculating the public relations possibilities of their relationship. He didn’t mind; he wanted everyone in the world to know he was dating Elaine.
“Let’s get drinks, guys,” Jonesy urged them. “Hey, Elaine. Is your sister here tonight?”
“You’ve got to give up on her,” she replied. “It’s never going to happen.”
“That’s what they said about you two,” Jonesy teased. Actually, it was only Marty who had said that, everyone else had believed he could win over Elaine. And he had. Marty had always been content, but now he was happy on a whole new level. Life was great.
He grinned, grabbed Elaine’s hand, and the three of them went off to enjoy the party.