by Mandi Beck
“You taking me ice skating? Gotta be honest, that’s not what I thought you had in mind,” she teases.
“I’m taking you, but not skating.” I wink at her over my shoulder.
“Are we supposed to be in here?” Her voice drops to a whisper once we enter the cold, dark rink.
“Coach gave me keys so that I could have ice time whenever I needed it.”
“And you need ice time now?” Stella asks, confused.
For a change, it’s not ice I need. It’s this girl and it’s fucking with my head because I’m not sure exactly why. Leading her through the arena, the only lights come from the exit signs and the glare of them off the ice. Her soft hand is tucked in mine, her other wrapped around my bicep as we pick our way between the aisles.
“I need…something.” Why did I bring her here? Is my plan to bend her over the boards? I didn’t think about it, I just went where I knew we weren’t going to be interrupted. Not sure if she has roommates, and not wanting to drive all the way to my place, I brought her to my most favorite place on campus.
“I’ve never been in here when there wasn’t a game or something going on. It seems so…naughty.” Her voice is still pitched low, like someone might overhear her, even the giggle that slips out into the quiet around us.
“You trying to get me to put you in the Sin Bin, baby?”
“What’s a Sin Bin? Is that where they put you when you’re being bad? The penalty box?”
“Wanna find out?” If I remember correctly, there’s a bench in the penalty box here. A bench I’m going to decorate with her lithe body, long hair, and that pretty red dress. With Stella snug against my back, I step onto the visitors’ bench and then turn to help her over, catching a flash of red panties in the process. Unable to stop myself, I palm her ass and pull her into me. I’ve been controlled this whole time, but the sight of those sheer panties the same sheer material as her dress sleeves, and the bare pussy underneath them, and I’m done for.
Stella looks up at me from under a hooded gaze and the heat in those inky eyes is all the invitation I need. My lips cover hers, my tongue demanding entrance as I fill my hands with her ass, fingers gliding underneath her skirt and along the crease where her long legs meet her cheeks. The goose bumps covering her flesh has nothing to do with the temperature in here and everything to do with my hands on her, and I’m thrilled as fuck I’m not the only one feeling this…whatever it is. Moving us onto the ice, I bring her flush against me to keep her steady and then maneuver us into the penalty box. I’d fuck her right on the ice if I thought I could manage it in dress shoes. In skates, it wouldn’t be a problem, but since I’m not taking the time to lace up, the Sin Bin would do.
As soon as we get in the box, I close the door and lean back against it. Stella follows, allowing no room between us as she meets my tongue thrust for thrust, nipping at my lip and pulling a growl from low in my throat. I know I should slow this down but I’m almost desperate to be inside her. When she grips my cock through my dress pants, I know she wants it as badly as I do, which does nothing to convince me to dial it down a notch.
Hating to let go of her, I do just long enough to drag her dress up. I need to feel her, get at what she’s hiding underneath the tiny red scrap of material that’s been driving me crazy all night. When my hands slide over the soft skin, I grab a handful, digging my fingers into the plump flesh. She melts into me with a sigh on her lips.
“I’m not sure what you did to me, Stella, but all I’ve been able to think about since the moment I saw you is fucking you. You put some kind of spell on me. Had to because I don’t need anyone. I need to fuck you. I know I shouldn’t. Know better, just don’t fucking care.”
With a smile against my lips, she starts unbuttoning my dress shirt. “I feel it too. I’m about to break a six-month vow of celibacy because you looked my way. Don’t make me regret it, Dagger.”
I can’t wait to get her sassy mouth wrapped around my cock. I shuffle forward, forcing her back her legs hit the bench. Stella sits and looks up at me questioningly, hungrily. Slowly, I work my belt free, my eyes on her as she watches my hands. Slipping the button through the hole, the hiss of the zipper is loud in the quiet in the arena. With one hand, I reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my cock, while the other hand tangles in her hair. Stella raises her eyes to hold mine as I paint her lips with the tip of my cock, the precum that had gathered leaving a glistening trail on her plump berry-colored mouth. Her pink tongue follows the path I’ve left behind, chasing after my length. Gently, I squeeze her face between my thumb and index finger until she opens, allowing me to slip past her lips and into the wet warmth of her mouth—not stopping until I hit the back of her throat before pulling out and doing it again. All the while, her gaze never leaves mine.
“Not so sassy now, huh, Stella?” I grit out as I press further into her mouth.
When she swallows around me, a low moan working up her throat to vibrate against my over-sensitized head, I think I may have spoken to soon. My head falls back on my shoulders as the sensations of her hot tongue flicking over my cock overtake me, the cold air from the arena cooling my skin with every slide of her lips. If they’re teaching students how to give stellar blow jobs at FU, Stella is earning herself several fucking degrees in it.
Not wanting to miss watching her, I shake off the fog just as she palms my balls, stroking and tugging as she lets my cock choke her. Fingers shaking slightly, I slide them into the neckline of her dress, working it down and under her tits, bared to me, berry-colored nipples hardened and pointing, as if they’re begging for my attention.
When I pinch one nipple then the other, she slows over my cock, a little shiver sliding up her spine.
“You like that, Stell?” I murmur, doing it again as I step even closer, straddling her on the bench, my knees bracketing her hips. She releases my cock with a pop, her lips wet and shining in the dim light. “Not yet, Stella. This mouth is too perfect.”
I press her head over me until I’m sheathed in her warmth again, holding her there when her lips are at my base. “Fucking, fuck,” I hiss as I slide back out.
I’ve had a lot of head in my life, a lot of fucking head, but this girl and her mouth are fucking magic. Her pussy is going to be the death of me, I know it. I cup her tits with my hands, then bring them together around my length, watching her tongue swipe over the head of my cock as it slides through the satiny soft valley. Every pass over my cock causes her to lick over the rounded tops of her tits, making me impossibly harder. Painfully so.
I know I’m not going to last much longer if I let her keep this up. With only a thread of control holding it all together, I pull out of her grasp and yank my arms out of my shirt before tugging her to her feet and taking her seat on the bench. My feet planted wide, I hand her the condom and watch as she rolls it over me.
“So hard,” Stella says reverently. “I’m going to feel it tomorrow.” She grins at me, a sexy, wicked smile that all but screams her intentions.
“You’re gonna feel it right now. Tomorrow. Next fucking week, if I have my way,” I growl, yanking her closer and shoving her dress up further so it sits around her waist. Her scent envelops me. Citrus, Stella, and arousal—that good pussy smell. The kind you want to wear all over you, a reminder of how it got on you.
“You like these?” I ask softly, running my fingers over her panties, tiny strings and rhinestones holding them together, and she nods. This girl wore these with fucking in mind. Pulling them up, I watch, transfixed, as they wedge into her slit, her lips hugging the red material. “Mmm, Stella. Your pussy is so fucking pretty. You ever see a pretty pussy before?” I continue, not taking my eyes from her center.
I pluck the now wet panties from her and pull them up again, rubbing them back and forth through her slickness and over her clit. Her legs tremble, hips arching toward me, pointing it at me in a silent plea. Since she likes these, I force myself not to rip the delicate fabric as I slide them down her legs, stuffing t
hem in my pocket when she steps out of the damp scrap of red lace.
“Have you?” I ask again. “Because I have, and this may be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
That’s no lie. Completely smooth, but for one thin strip that I trace with the back of my index finger before sliding it into her. I slowly add another, then lower my head to nip at her clit. Stella’s hands fly to my head, clutching at the long strands of my hair, gasping in pleasure. Careful not to let her lose her balance, I tug at her leg, placing her heeled foot on the bench next to me, opening her up and allowing me a better view and easier access.
“So pretty,” I murmur, taking my time to appreciate the sight before me, watching as my fingers slide in and out of her, disappearing into the vice-like tightness of her pussy.
“Jason,” escapes from her lips and my name sounds good all breathy like that. Twisting my fingers and watching as the pleasure takes over her features, my breathing starts coming faster, same as hers. Just when I can feel her tightening and pulsing around my fingers, her grasp on me becoming almost painful, I pull my fingers from her and hook her, so she’s straddling me.
No longer able to wait, I push into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. Stella said she hasn’t fucked anyone in months, and I don’t want to hurt her so she’s too sore for when I take her back to my place. Once she’s settled on my lap, long legs dangling behind me, soft tits crushed to the hard planes of my chest, my cock nestled inside of her to the hilt, I grip her nape, tangling my fingers in the hair there and tug. Back arched, her nipples look like perfectly ripened blackberries.
My mouth falls to her neck, biting and licking at her throat, and that spot that runs to her shoulder, making her shudder as I rock into her in a steady rhythm. Not getting the traction I need, I swivel us so I’m the one straddling the bench, and lay her flat. Her hands go over her head to grip the sides of the wooden seat, stretching her out in front of me like a sacrifice. Still inside her, I grab her hips and thrust, rocking the entire bench with the force. Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth falls open. I do it again. Every thrust has me hitting bottom and Stella’s tits bounce with each one. Sighs and moans echo around us in the enormous arena. It’s all too much and not nearly e-fucking-nough.
The slight tremble I can feel in her legs draped over my thighs is nearly my undoing. Bending at the waist, I catch her mouth, my tongue dancing against hers as I slide in and out of her. Each time, I pull out farther than the last time and drive harder. She stops kissing me to pant words incoherently into my mouth, and I pause for a moment to lavish attention on her tits, taking each pebbled nipple into my mouth and sucking until she’s squirming against my cock, driving me out of my mind.
“Fuck my pretty pussy. Beat it up so you can kiss it better,” Stella moans as she rolls her hips in a figure eight, chasing the orgasm she’s so close to.
“I’ll kiss it better. I promise.” And I will. Right after I tear it up. Gripping the bench just above her head, I drive punishingly into the tightest pussy I’ve ever had wrapped around me, until I see stars. I hear the roaring of my blood in my ears mingled with Stella screaming my name, loud enough to be heard on the other side of campus.
As our breathing evens out, Stella’s head tucked into my neck, I shake my head. She’s definitely put a spell on me. I’m still inside her and I’m already thinking of what I want to do to her once I get her into a bed.
“I know I should know better and that this shouldn’t have happened, but I don’t even care right now. All I know is once won’t be enough.”
I lean back to look down at her. She’s fucking stunning. Dark hair draped over my arms, her eyes are pools of ink, lit with satisfaction, and she’s wearing nothing but a smug, content smile. I’m hardening even as I’m still inside her. “What are you doing this weekend, Stella?”
“You,” she answers, soft and sure.
“Good answer.”
Three
Jason
“I have to go,” Stella murmurs as she tries to slide out from under my arm. Eyes heavy from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten over the last three days, all I can manage is a grunt in protest. Laughing, she tries again. This time, I roll us over so she’s on top me, tits swaying gently as she steadies herself, drawing my attention.
“Dagger, I really do have to go. If I miss practice, Coach will flip his shit.” Even as she says the words, she rocks her hips, the heat of her pussy sliding over my already hardening cock.
“I hear the words coming out of your mouth, Stell, but I don’t believe you.” With a grin, I rise to capture one of her nipples between my teeth, applying just enough pressure, then sucking the whole tip of her breast into my mouth. Eyes closed, she moans low in her throat, partly in defeat but all pleasure. Releasing her with a pop, I bring my mouth to her ear and ask, “Why you wanna lie to me?”
When she doesn’t answer, just continues her languid rocking, my arms snake around her. One slides up her back and tangles into the hair spilling over her shoulders, while the other travels down to her waist and around.
Smack!
The sound is loud in the quiet of my bedroom. Stella yelps in surprise, then moans her approval.
“Jason, I can’t, I really have to go. You make it so hard,” she whimpers.
I can’t help myself. “That’s what she said.” Stella bursts into a fit of giggles, disentangling herself from me and making her way across the room, and I already feel her absence. After three days of nothing but fucking, takeout, and more fucking, I’m not ready to let her leave. “I need to go check on Levi too, I guess. I’ll give you a ride.”
“I need to stop at my place first to get a quick shower and grab my glove,” she says, through the curtain of hair she’s trying to tame into a high ponytail. “I can drive from there though. I don’t want to be showing up to the sports complex with Jason Dagger,” Stella finishes, dramatic emphasis on my name. She still couldn’t give a shit less about who I am.
“Give me two minutes to wash all this sex off of me,” I tell her, winking as I walk into the bathroom. I don’t miss the way her eyes roam over my naked form.
“Had I known hockey players were so ripped, I may have hooked up with one sooner.” The appreciation in her tone has me rethinking letting her out of here.
“Well, you know what they say. Once you go Dagger, the rest won’t matter.” It takes everything inside me to keep a straight face when I say it. Stella doesn’t even try, bending at the waist in a yet another fit of laughter.
“That was so weak.”
“Call it what you want, you’ll see the truth when you try to replace me.” Once I say the words, I want to take them back. I’m not looking for anything serious here but I’m not eager to think about her fucking anyone else either. “Stay put, I’ll be back in just a minute,” I tell her, and go to wash off some of these feelings.
Maybe I’ll think clearer once I have the scent of Stella cleaned from my skin.
“Dagger! Thought you left, man. I haven’t seen you.” Levi slaps my back in greeting.
“Yeah, I’ve been getting into a little something.” I grin, dropping my hockey bag on the bench.
“I bet you have. Nothing like college pussy to make you forget you’re a pro athlete.” He laughs, continuing to lace up his skates.
I don’t encourage him, although he’s right. I just don’t want him asking who I’ve been spending my time with. I’m not gonna start tossing out Stella’s name, especially since his dad is her coach.
“You been staying out of trouble?” If he notices the subject change, he doesn’t mention it.
“Just been getting into a little somethings.” He responds with my own words, a sly grin lighting up his face at the “s” he added. “Nothing too crazy though, I had practice all weekend. Coach is all over my ass right now since it’s our down season. He doesn’t like us to get lazy.”
“Better not, Coach Kiehn doesn’t play. He’ll come at you and make your life hell.” I remember tho
se times all too well. I was just like Levi: Captain of the team, on my way to The Show, deep in all the pussy FU had to offer. I didn’t have a mentor then, didn’t know what team I was going to land on, but Coach knew I would land somewhere so he stayed on me. Watched my every move and the minute I got just a little bit out of line, he’d rein my ass back in. Poor Levi has not only him, but me and his dad who is also a part of the athletic department. I’m surprised he gets away with as much as he does with all them eyes on him. “You skating with the team this morning?”
“Just me and my roommate, Murphy, I think you’ve met him. He got drafted by Boston.”
“The goalie, right?” Kid’s huge, leaves no room in the net.
“Yup. He’s wicked good.” Levi slides on his gloves and helmet. “I keep trying to embarrass him but he doesn’t let me too often.” He laughs. “You wanna shoot around with us? Maybe between the two of us, we can take him to school.”
I look at my watch and wonder how long Stella is going to be. I don’t want her to think she’s going back to her place. I’m not done with her yet. “I’ve got some time.”
“Good. We both have class in a bit, so it won’t be long. Lace up and meet us out there. I’ll get him warmed up.”
“Yo! You coming or what, Sexy?” Murphy yells, poking his head into the locker room. “Oh hey, Dagger. My bad. Didn’t know you were in here.” He steps in to shake my hand.
“Nice to see you again, Murph. Heard you got drafted by Boston. Great team. I mean, not as good as Chicago, but you know.” I grin and go back to suiting up.
“Yeah, yeah. Same thing Levi says. Probably because you’re both dick hurt they didn’t draft you.” The huge goalie gives back as good as he gets.
