by Mia Wilde
Maddie moans, shaking hard with every thrust of my cock. I pull her panties out of her mouth so I can hear her moan even louder for me, until her voice reaches a high, desperate peak and I feel her break. Her pussy clutches around my dick frantically, pulling me even deeper into her. It squeezes so tight, suctioning around my base all hot and soaked and needy, that it makes my balls clench up and a wave of release shoot through my core.
I grab her hips, ravishing her body as my cum blasts as deep into her as it’ll go. I don’t stop until I’m completely empty and both of us are sweaty, panting and sore.
When I finally start to feel my cum dripping out of her pussy and down onto my balls, I let myself collapse over Maddie’s body in a momentary exhaustion. I kiss her as I do it, feeling a pleased little smile curling on her lips as I press mine against them.
“Proud of yourself?” I stroke her hair behind her ear, shifting up a little so I can look at how fucking gorgeous she is after she comes.
“Oh, very.” Her hazel eyes are soft and sweet as she stares back up at me, looking at me like I’ve just crowned her the county fair queen. “And sorry, too.”
“Aww, hon. You don’t need to be sorry.” I smile at her. “Water under the bridge now. I just wanted you to know the truth.”
“I’m glad you told me, though.”
“Yeah, me too.” I glance around her apartment, which is now even messier than before. Her bra and panties are strewn across the furniture with the rest of her clothes now, and my cum has started dripping down off my balls and onto the floor. “Aw, hell. I guess we should probably get you packed now though, huh?”
She smirks, then pulls me down into another kiss. “Maybe later. I was thinking since you’re still inside me…and you’re still hard…”
My cock twitches at her words. She’s right—I am still hard, and my balls are already swelling with cum all over again.
“Want another round, cowgirl?”
She grins, curling her fingers against my back and digging her nails into my skin. “Thought you’d never ask.”
31
Madeleine
When I get on the team bus for the game next morning, I’m a hot mess and anyone who looks at me knows it. I’m wearing Ash’s black t-shirt from the night before tied at my waist, a short little pleated skirt that I haven’t had on since I graduated college, and a pair of six-inch kitten heels—and not because I’m trying to make a fashion statement.
My evening romp with Ash quickly turned into an all-night sex session, followed by what was supposed to be a morning quickie but ended up lasting for so long, I barely had time to get a shower in—and that was with the two of us hopping into the shower together. Which also ended up being a bad idea. Ash’s wandering hands as we soaped each other up lost us another hour that we didn’t have. Honestly, it’s a wonder that we made it to the bus on time at all.
As I shuffle down the aisle toward the back, searching for Don or Jared or Chase while Ash puts my bag with the rest below, I can feel the eyes of the entire B-team all over me.
I know they’ve all seen me kissing the starters after every big win. I know the B-team has probably figured out by now that the starters and I are fucking, too. It doesn’t help that they saw me pull up in Ash’s big, loud pick-up truck. I know I smell like Ash’s cologne, too.
Add that to the fact that I look about as well-fucked as a woman can look, complete with a messy bun knotted off on top of my head because I was too busy riding Ash’s dick to curl my hair this morning, and I know what must be going through all of their minds.
I just didn’t expect that any of them would be brave enough to come right out and say it.
“So, Maddie.” Rand, the substitute goalie, rises up out of his seat and slides into the aisle before I can pass. He’s not as big as Piotr, but he looks twice as mean. I don’t like the grin on his face, either. Self-satisfied and smug. “You and Ash have a wild night together?”
“Not as wild as yours, from the looks of things.” I glance down at his shirt, which is supposed to be an ironed, starched button-down in a plain color. He’s succeeded by half—he’s got a button-down on, but it’s wrinkled and stained with orange cheese dust from the bag of Cheetos he’s been munching on while waiting to make his move. “Did you wake up in a dumpster this morning, Rand, or are you trying to start a new fashion trend? What is this—Mom’s basement floor chic?”
“You fuckin’ slut,” Rand spits at me.
“Oh, well done.” I applaud him politely like we’re at a golf game. “You’ve got all the eloquence and poise of a Youtube comment section, Rand.”
“You know, Maddie, don’t think that me and the other boys haven’t noticed the way you’ve already sucked and fucked your way through the starters.” Rand sneers as he draws his shoulders back, posing like he’s something special. News flash: he’s not. “We’re just wondering when we finally get a taste.”
“Oh, honey,” I say sadly, pouting and shaking my head. “With moves like yours? You couldn’t even get a taste of the action on the ice unless my stories were getting Piotr benched. What the hell makes you think you’ll get any from me off of it?”
“You’re a cunt, Maddie,” he says—another real winner. “Maybe if you’re not willing to put out, I should just put you in your place instead.”
“Please. You can’t even put the puck in place. And that’s when you’re being paid to.”
“Fuck you, Maddie!” Rand bellows—and then whimpers as a hand wraps around his throat from behind, lifting him up off his frantically kicking feet.
“I think the lady would like to get through,” Piotr says diplomatically.
Piotr effortlessly moves Rand to the side, dropping him back into his seat like a sack of dogshit into a trash can.
With Rand out of the way, choking and coughing to my right, Piotr offers me his hand.
“Come, Maddie. You’ll sit with me.”
As Piotr leads me to the back of the bus, I see that Don, Chase, Jared and Garrett have all stood up as well. From the way that they’re glaring at the rest of the B-team up front, their feelings about what just happened are clear.
They don’t need to say it. The B-team already understands perfectly.
Their gazes say it all.
No one fucks with Maddie—and if they try, they’ll pay for it.
Dearly.
32
Piotr
I could fucking kill him. The moment I saw him blocking Maddie’s way, I know I wanted to. If she hadn’t been standing right there in front of him, I might have, too.
But if my upbringing coupled with Maddie’s time at The Shredder taught me anything, it was that there’s a consequence for even the smallest of actions. For murder? Even bigger consequences still.
If I’d killed that snivelling idiot right before the match that would let us break the quarter-finals for the first time in years, I wouldn’t have just been damning myself. I would’ve been fucking over the team, too.
Which didn’t mean that Rand didn’t deserve to die for the way he’d just treated Maddie. I might have left him choking and pissing himself in his seat instead of with his neck broken in the middle of the aisle. But even as I lead Maddie to the back of the bus, I’m still bristling with rage.
I’m just trying to think of a way to make it look like an accident.
“It’s okay,” she says softly as we slip into the row of seats in the very back. There’s a look of concern on her face, sweet and warm as honey in the sunshine, as she brushes her fingertips against my beard. “Shh. It’s over now, Piotr.”
“This isn’t over,” I swear, gritting my teeth but enjoying her touch. “He disrespected you. Where I come from, when you disrespect a man like me, you don’t walk away from it.”
“You mean…in Russia?”
I nod. “My family…I have connections there. Haven’t you ever wondered why my family came to the US in the first place?”
Maddie bit her lip, then lifted my arm to wr
ap it around her shoulders. “I guess not. Were you all in…some kind of trouble there or something?”
“Trouble is…one way to put it.” I pull her a little closer, tugging her legs up over my thighs so she’s practically sitting on my lap. “The Zhernakovs have mob ties, is another. My father pissed off the wrong mafia boss, so he moved us to Seattle when I was young. My brother is still tied up in it all, believe it or not. But me—I want nothing to do with that life anymore.” I glare up at the back of Rand’s ugly, misshapen head and imagine beating it inward. “At least, for the most part.”
“Piotr…I had no idea.” Maddie’s brow is knitted together with worry. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s nothing. Just…” I smile slightly, seeing an opportunity to tease her and deciding to take it. “The next time you decide to tell the world that I’m planning to defect to Russia, remember that I’d probably wind up in a body bag the moment I landed in Moscow.”
Maddie’s eyes widen with shock. “Oh, shit. Piotr, I’m so sorry. Will your brother be okay?”
I laugh. “Alexei is the most capable man I know. He’ll be fine. Better now that my name isn’t showing up with hints that I might be returning to Mother Russia.”
“God,” Madeleine sighs. “That story I published about you—it’s just, you were always so quiet, you always seemed so withdrawn…”
“You thought that meant I must be keeping my distance from the rest of the team so I could return home.”
Maddie shrugs. “I guess so. But now I know better—I’ve seen you with them. You’re as much a part of this as anyone. And when you’re not goalkeeping…” She glared up at Rand as well. “Well. We know how much good that does anyone. Guess we’re just lucky that I didn’t uncover your mob connections instead, huh?”
I take her hand, pressing her knuckles to my lips and enjoying the way she giggles at the tickle of my beard on her skin. “Very lucky, in fact.”
“Hmm…you know, I’m starting to get the feeling that I didn’t really report things properly on any of you boys,” Maddie admits. She turns my hand over in hers, then shifts my fingers down to her lap. Immediately, my cock stiffens. “I think I’ve already made it up to Ash, but…” Her eyes meet mine, glinting devilishly and full of delight. “Maybe I ought to make it up to you as well.”
33
Madeline
My heart is still pounding from the way that Piotr lifted Rand up out of my path. Like Rand was nothing—just an object that needed moved, so Piotr moved him.
Now, the same hand that was choking the man who’d harassed me was slipping beneath my skirt. When Piotr’s fingers slip against the lips of my pussy instead of a pair of lace panties, he practically growls.
“No panties this morning, Madeleine?”
I blink up at him, the very picture of innocence. “I guess I must have forgotten them.”
Immediately, he presses his fingers between my pussylips, hard and fast until he’s nearly inside me.
“You’re a very bad girl, you know.” Piotr’s voice is soft as freshly fallen snow, but there’s a hardness beneath that softness that’s making me absolutely gush. “Incredibly naughty of you, Madeleine.”
I only scoot closer to him still, resting my knees against the side of the bus where they’re draped over his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. The way he says my name, Madeleine, makes me fucking shiver.
“Show me what you do to naughty girls then, Piotr,” I challenge him. Only, when the words come out of my mouth, they don’t sound like much of a challenge at all.
They sound like begging. Like a desperate plea to be used. Fucked. Worshipped. Punished.
“The things I do to naughty girls can’t really be carried out in such a…public venue.” Piotr’s fingers slide up and down my slit. He’s coating himself in my juices, and every time he catches my clit, I have to bury my face against his chest to stop from moaning loud enough to alert the entire bus to exactly what we’re doing back here. “But…if you insist…”
“Please,” I whisper.
“Stay quiet, then.”
As the bus rumbles to life and lurches forward out of the parking lot, Piotr’s fingers dip into my cunt and probe past my entrance. He slides a thumb up to pin my clit down, rolling it slowly while he sinks his fingers into me, right down to the knuckles.
“If this was Russia, you know,” Piotr growls in my ear, “If you were my bride there, I wouldn’t let another man so much as look at you. Especially not bastards like Rand.”
“No?” I look up at him wide-eyed, biting down on my lower lip to keep from crying out at the way he’s making my pussy throb. “Not even—god, that feels good—not even Don? Jared and Chase and—”
Piotr cuts me off with a dark chuckle. “They’re different. I understand that sometimes my brother shares his women with his own men. When you’re a team, it’s something else entirely, isn’t it. But men like Rand…”
He starts working his fingers in and out of my cunt with a gradually increasing pace. I want to close my eyes, tilt my head back, let him cradle me in his arms while I whimper and moan and scream his name out of need for harder. Faster. More.
Instead, I lock my gaze on his, losing myself in his icy grey eyes.
“Rand is on your team too,” I whisper.
Piotr shakes his head. “No. In name, maybe, but not in reality. Rand is a thug. Talentless. Barely worth keeping around now, anyway. And certainly not worthy of a woman like you.”
I gasp as Piotr picks up the pace a little more. Anyone who cared to come to the back of the bus right now would be able to see exactly what we’re up to. My legs are splayed out, knees parting more and more with every passing moment as I buck my hips up, trying to take Piotr’s hard, thick fingers even deeper in me. In fact, I can see Chase do exactly that—glancing back at us from his place across the aisle and smirking when he sees where Piotr’s hand is before looking away.
“A woman like you should be dressed in diamonds.” Piotr’s lips brush against my ear. His voice is dark and deep. “Draped in them. Dripping with jewels the same way your cunt drips with honey for me.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Piotr’s stroking the upper inner wall of my pussy with two of his fingers, making a come-hither motion that’s sending my body into spasms with how perfectly he’s working my g-spot over. Meanwhile, his thumb at my clit is leaving it swollen and sensitive. Even the slightest shift against it makes me want to moan his name as loud as my lungs will allow.
“Quiet, kishka. My sweet little kitten—not yet.” He nips at my ear. “You come for me when I tell you to. Not a moment before.”
“P-please,” I whimper, laying kiss after kiss along his jawline. His beard, short and stiff, tickles and prickles at my lips, only making my shudder harder. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to—to stop myself—”
“Mm. But then how will you learn your lesson?” He picks up the pace even more. I feel like my whole body is going to break apart on a cellular level, vibrate into nonexistence if he doesn’t give me release soon. “Not yet, kishka. Not yet.”
I bury my face deeper against the crook of his neck, kissing and licking and biting him there in desperation. Pleasure is radiating through my entire body, up through my pussy into a light, floaty feeling in my still-racing heart and a tension in my shoulders. My head feels like it’s been pushed under water and held there while I fight desperately for air.
“Piotr…Piotr, please…”
“Not yet.”
“I need to, though…I’m so sorry. Sorry for everything. Just please, please let me—”
“Mm. Yes, I think you’ve apologized enough for your past mistakes now, Madeleine.” But when I look up at him, he’s grinning like the Devil himself. “Not yet.”
“Piotr…Piotr, please!” My voice is small, faint and drenched in longing. My pussy is so wet and hot and thobbing so fast around Piotr’s fingers that it’s left my whole body stiff and trembling in his arms. “I’ll
do anything—anything you want. Anything you need. Just please—”
“Oh, Maddie. I like the sound of that.” He nudges me with the tip of his nose, turning my face up toward him and my lips just a hair’s width away from his. “Come for me, then, pretty thing. Give it to me—come!”
His final word is a growl that pushes me right over the edge. My pussy feels like it’s just contained some kind of explosion, with sharp, stabbing pleasure bursting inside it then spiralling out right into the marrow of my bones. I shudder violently, my lips crushing against his to stop myself from screaming out in ecstasy.
He absorbs it all effortlessly, holding me tight until finally, the orgasm fades out into a soft, heady warmth wrapped around me like a heated blanket.
“There.” He smooths a hand down the back of my head, looking pleased with himself as he withdraws his fingers from my cunt. “Now—suck them clean.”
I take his fingers in my mouth, tasting myself on them. They’re completely drenched, right down to his palm. When I’m done, he sucks them into his own mouth as well, closing his eyes and growling as he relishes my sweetness.
“Do you forgive me?” I ask him, my voice still faint and weak.
He smiled down at me, kissing my forehead then my lips once more. “There’s nothing to forgive. Now—rest.” His smile broadens. “From the looks of things, you and Ash didn’t get much sleep last night.”
I yawn instinctively. Now that he’s pointed it out…
I am pretty tired. Exhausted, actually. Whatever energy I had left, this orgasm just burned it all up.
I close my eyes as he continues to hold me, keeping me safe in his arms for the whole ride.
34
Chase
As soon as we get off the bus in Toronto, I shoot out of it—making sure to knock Rand back into his seat as he tries to push past me.
