Delayed Offsides

by Shey Stahl

  When I got his pants undone, I pulled out his hard dick weighted in my hands still keeping my mouth on his. He groaned, his hands all over me from my face to my now bare breasts and then back again to my face, deepening the kiss. Moving away from him, I put one hand on his chest and then made him sit back in the seat. “Nice goal tonight. Now let me show you a thing or two about my stick skills.”

  Slowly, I licked the head of his dick with my tongue to tease him, circling until I felt him push up with his hips, eagerly wanting more.

  “Don’t tease me.” He groaned when I used the tip of my tongue and swirled it around the head once more before sucking it inside my mouth and looking up at him. “I want all of it.”

  Laughing, as much as I could with a dick in my mouth, I took him all the way in my mouth that time. It was everything I could do to keep from gagging. His hands moved from the steering wheel to my head cradling it in his hands.

  I knew I was good at sucking dick. I just was.

  Leo knew it, too. His dick throbbed in my mouth, ready to explode at any moment but I kept him at bay, teasing him when I knew he was getting close by swirling my tongue around the head once again. Leo’s got pretty good control during sex, but I knew he was on the brink several times.

  “I want to rip these clothes off you and fuck you on the hood of my car.” He told me, his body hunched forward, breathing heavy in my ear.

  I kept hitting my nose on his zipper so I pulled back, but not before licking the tiny drops of pre-cum that had formed. “Let’s get you naked.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows at my demand. “By all means.”

  I watched with rapt attention as he unbuttoned his shirt but kept it on, the tie loose around his neck and then raised his hips pulling his pants down around his ankles. With my ass in the air, I leaned over the console and ran my hands up his bare thighs, I took a firm grasp on him once again and stroked him a couple times until he couldn’t take it and lowered my head.

  This time I pulled him deeper, trying not to gag, my eyes watering as I did so.

  Leo loved blow jobs as much as the next guy but he preferred sex. He wasn’t having that though and grabbed a handful of my hair tugging gently but enough that I looked up at him. One hand moved to my ass and gave a hard slap. “Take these off and fuck me properly.”

  I gasped a little but didn’t hesitate.

  When I got my jeans off, not an easy task in an Audi R8, damn near impossible, Leo had scooted the seat back enough that I could fit on his lap. Lucky for me I was tiny enough that this could work. I imagined in a few short months, it wouldn’t be a remote possibility.

  Straddling him, I positioned myself on him as he held his dick with his right hand for me to slide down on him, and then his eyes found mine.

  He looked up at me through hooded eyes. “Condom?” He asked after he was inside me.

  “Well… I think that goal was already scored.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  His hands went from resting against my hips to my shoulders pulling me down onto him, his cheek resting against my breasts as I started to rock myself against him. The groan he let out, damn near a whimper, mirrored my own in that moment.

  My hands went to his shoulders and then the tie. Taking each silk end in my hands and using it for leverage, something to hold onto.

  “Oh yeah,” he smiled. “That’s fuckin’ hot.”

  Arching my back against the steering wheel, his mouth went to my nipples, naturally, but I had to tell him they were off limits. Too fucking sensitive.

  It was exactly what I needed right then. Everything. All of it. Watching him tonight, the energy of the win, every single piece of tonight led to right now in his arms and I moaned. I fucking moaned for all I was worth like I hadn’t had sex in years. “Fuck…”

  I was bouncing on him, my breasts smacking his face, his mouth all over me, crying out that I loved every minute of everything he was giving me. It was the elicit car fucking, teeth nipping at one another, the thrill of victory and the idea that anybody could see us that made it so much more than I imagined it would be when I unzipped his pants moments ago. The way his body intimately clung to mine, with a need only I understood, possessed me. I didn’t need much stimulation down there either.

  Leo knew how to light my lamp as he would say and reached between us, his finger circling my clit.

  “Fuck, Callie…” he groaned, a slight break in his voice capturing my attention. “I thought about you and this tight pussy all game.”

  He palmed my breasts with his free hand, his blunt words moving over me as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I pulled away, the pain and sensitivity too much.

  “I wish my mouth was on this tight wet pussy right now.” He breathed in my ear leaving me shaking, his voice husky and enticing. I pushed my hips forward just the right time and the angle was exactly what I needed. He answered my thrust with a deep groan, slamming my hips down on him again.

  The heat of his mouth captured mine. Crying out, again, my mouth slipped from his when I threw my head back. His mouth moved to my neck, open mouth kisses fluttering across my collarbone and lower, back to my breasts. “That’s it, baby… come for me. Show me how much you needed this too.”

  This time I didn’t stop him from kissing my breasts, I welcomed it, bucking my hips wildly against his, my muscles and body clenching around him as I felt the warmth blast through me like a cooling sensation through my veins.

  My eyes drop from his gaze to his muscles rippling as he moves with me, his breath and body shaking.

  He bucked into me a few more times. “Fuck, baby, tell me your coming.” I felt his legs tense underneath me. “I can’t stop…”

  “I am.” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.

  Slamming me into him, his hand slipped from my clit and gripped my waist rocking me into his every thrust.

  “Look at me.” He demanded, and I did, feeling the last of the sensations coursing through me. “I want to watch your body fall apart on mine.” A deep growl came from within him as he came, the vein in his neck prominent as his body shuddered underneath me, holding on as he rode the waves of pleasure. He tensed, a groan escaping his beautifully parted lips as he pulsed inside of me finding his release. I clung to him tighter, never wanting to let go.

  We stayed like that, as I ran my fingers through his hair lazily, trying to control my own breathing.

  He collapsed against me, his hands on the steering wheel behind me, his cheek pressed to my rapidly beating heart. After a moment, his left hand dropped from the steering wheel and rested on my hip.

  Leo chuckled, his head leaned back to rest against the headrest. “Now that’s what I call good stick control.”

  I laughed, too, overcome with some sort of emotion that I didn’t want him to see, and then went to move when he stopped me, his hands on my thighs.

  “What?” I relaxed in his lap, staring up at him. He didn’t say anything for the longest moment, struggling with an unseen emotion, watching me as if he wanted to freeze the moment.

  Tucking my hair behind my ear, he gazed up at me straddling him. “Move in with me?”

  There was a pressure in my chest that seemed unbearable to take wondering what moving in meant. I’ve never lived with anyone besides my dad and Bethany. And with Leo… I wasn’t sure if this was the next step for us or where we needed to go with this. “Why?”

  “Because I want you there.” He whispered trying to clear the worry from my mind, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want to wake up every morning that I’m in Chicago and see this face,” the pad of his thumb grazed my bottom lip, “right here.”

  I pursed my lips. “You don’t mean that.”

  He shifted, his legs moving underneath me as he exhaled loudly, annoyed I questioned his intentions. “I meant it, Callie.”

  I looked at him, really looked at him, trying to decipher what this was, hormonal emotions waging war with my heart and my head. His hand reached up,
touching my cheek again, my heart thumping wildly in my chest at his touch.

  I was about to say something else when he lifted his chin, watching me. I shook my head, trying to calmly let him know that if this was just his bedroom talk, a way to fill the silence, he didn’t have to mean those words.

  “I mean it.” He murmured, an emotion running through his eyes I couldn’t decipher.

  I believed him. If this was the first step for us, this was one I was willing to take with him.

  “Okay.”

  I had a feeling that we were playing above our level of comfort when it came to any of this, but I hoped, no, I prayed that we could maintain the man advantage.

  Leo Orting

  Screened Shot - A shot that the goaltender cannot see due to other players obscuring it.

  Not that I needed to, because I wasn’t looking for approval but I called my mom to tell her about the baby.

  “Hey, mama.” I greeted my mother like we talked every day when really, the long distance hum reminded me just how far apart we were.

  We didn’t talk every day. In fact, I only heard from her on my birthday and Christmas. I heard from Patrick more than I heard from her. Not that I wanted to. Little shit needed to learn to take care of himself. “I’m going to be a dad.” I blurted out not knowing what she would say next.

  Like she fucking cared.

  There was a long pause. “What?”

  “Callie and I… we’re having a baby in September.”

  “You mean that girl you sent a picture of your dick to?”

  “Yeah, her.”

  That seemed to stun her. I suppose knowing me, this kind of news would shock anyone. Most people who knew me understood fatherhood wasn’t in my future. At least maybe they hoped it wasn’t based on my maturity level.

  “I don’t get you, Leo. What are you looking for, a congratulations or something? I put food on the table, a roof over your head and made sure you made it to every damn hockey camp you had to get into.”

  It’s always the same old shit with her.

  “You paid for every damn hockey camp?” I snorted. “Yeah, try Coach Welch. He paid for that shit.”

  There was nothing but silence on the other end of the phone and I suddenly felt sick, unable to swallow over the thoughts. And then I was angry. Just fucking pissed because I knew why.

  “Oh, I get it.” I threw myself down on my couch running my hands through my hair. “You paid for it.” I let out a laugh, sarcastic at that. “You paid for it by spreading your legs for my coach, am I right.”

  “Fuck you.” As my mother was so good at saying to me. “I did what I had to do for you boys.”

  “Says the mother who hasn’t seen her boys in two years.”

  She hung up on me. No surprise there.

  She’d call back. She always did. It’s the way she is. Honestly, it was absolutely no surprise that she had slept with my coaches. I wouldn’t even think it was about the money so much as it was about her.

  Like clockwork, it was ten minutes later and she was laying into me again. “I don’t need approval from you, Leo. And you don’t need it from me. You’re just like your goddamn father. You have a great life and I’m proud of you. You did what you needed. I wish you’d see that I did the best I could.”

  I don’t think she did. I feel bad saying that because she’s my mother but I don’t ever remember feeling like she was a mother to me. There were no hugs or ‘great game, son.’ It was, ‘stay out of my hair.’

  When I thought about the words, mother and father, I felt like they’re so deceiving. You’ve heard that saying, anybody can be a father but it takes a special man to be a dad.

  My dad clearly wasn’t either of those. He was a sperm donor at best.

  Anybody could birth a child and care for it. Provide for it.

  What was the saying for a mother?

  Anybody could be a mother but it took a special woman to be a mom?

  I don’t know if I even believed that because when I thought of the word mother, I thought of a bond between mother and child. Like Judy and Evan. Judy was a perfect example of a mother. Hell, I bet even old Granny B was a better mother.

  When I thought of a mom, I thought of someone who went to her son’s hockey games and stood in the freezing cold to cheer on her son with six assists and four goals.

  I had neither of those.

  You want to know who came to my games?

  Certainly no parents. Patrick did. Only because he had nowhere else to go and he looked up to me.

  I was that kid walking home alone through the streets with a hockey stick and gear over his shoulder for an hour because nobody bothered to pick me up.

  So, really, I don’t know the meaning behind any of those words.

  I’ve also heard someone, I think it was Ami, who told me once, there’s a strength in letting go. You’re allowing yourself to move on and that is the hardest part. I let go of the idealism of family a long time ago.

  “You know, I made something of myself.” I said to my mother, needing her to know before our conversation ended. “At least you could fucking say you’re proud of me for once in your damn life and acknowledge the hard work I put into it. I was the number one draft pick the year I was drafted. And now, I’m one of the youngest captains in the league.”

  That meant nothing to her.

  My mom sighed, I could almost picture her sitting there with that cigarette dangling from her lips and the red lipstick stains on the glass of vodka she claimed was water. “Fine, Leo. I’m proud of you.”

  I snorted. “Yeah, fuckin’ say it like you mean it.”

  And then I hung up.

  Fuck her.

  I wasn’t mad at her. Maybe she did do the best she could have done, I supposed. When I looked at Patrick, and the way his life had turned out, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

  Half the time I had no parental guidance at all. If it weren’t for hockey I would have ended up like Patrick. A pill popping little shit living off his brother.

  Lucky for me, Patrick was in jail now and should be for a while. Selling pills to kids usually doesn’t go over well with the police. It was a relief to me really because now he wasn’t constantly asking me for money to support his habits.

  The morning after the game against the Coyotes, we flew to Minnesota. Then it was back home for two games and then a week on the road.

  We were all over the place in March with eight away games sprawled over the east and west.

  Callie wanted to wait until the end of the regular season before she moved in with me because her lease on her apartment was up in April. She also claimed we shouldn’t rush into this, which I had to agree with her.

  Once I asked, you know, right after sex, it seemed like a perfect idea.

  Then I realized that I had never actually lived with anyone I liked.

  I lived with Remy for a year and it’s a goddamn miracle we still talked to each other now. We fought constantly living together and never did get that deposit back on that apartment. I’m sure you could understand why. Think multiple holes all over the walls.

  So I had some apprehensions about living with someone again. Especially someone who was pregnant and hormonal.

  After a while, games and cities blurred together like the weather. It was raining, it was sunny, windy, foggy… I couldn’t tell the difference anymore, the geography just passing me by onto the next arena.

  Our last game of the season was a home game against the Red Wings. We lost both but still managed to make it into the playoffs to defend our Stanley Cup title as the eight seed.

  Callie moved in that Monday following the game and then I was off to Vancouver two days later. For the third year in a row, we met the Canucks in the playoffs.

  Before I left, I had one thing on my mind and this was one of the perks of living with my girlfriend now. Sex in the mornings.

  My legs shifted under the sheets meeting hers. Since we were naked, I thought, what better way to wake her up
? Perks of living together, right?

  I started kissing her, my hands roaming over a body that should be fucking worshiped by every man, but really only me.

  She was most certainly awake now, and then turned to face me, kissing me and then grabbing my dick. My hands went lower, over her bump and then between her legs.

  What I was met with was a wet and willing pussy. Living together was lookin’ pretty fuckin’ good. Too bad I wouldn’t be in this bed with her tomorrow night too.

  As soon as she felt my hand there, she started rocking against my fingers, moaning in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

  Only problem was she let go of my dick. He wasn’t happy.

  “Fuck me,” she said firmly, gripping my hair with both hands fisting in between her fingers. Needing no more invitation, I moved her right leg up and then slipped inside her dripping wet pussy. She grabbed on to my back tight and wrapped her leg around me as I started moving inside her.

  Now that she had a bump in the way, positions like this didn’t work out as well. Rolling over, I pressed her into the bed, careful not to let my upper body weigh on her. With my hands on the headboard, I moved inside her again.

  That position seemed to be what she wanted, her legs fallings away as her hands once again went to my hair. Callie’s always been a hair puller and I fucking loved it.

  “Fuck me. Harder.” She moaned, tossing her head against the pillow.

  “I am.” I said between thrusts. “Jesus.”

  She glared, her eyes narrowing at me like she wanted to kill me. “It’s not hard enough.”

  “Well, fuck.” I pulled out completely sitting back on my heels and then slapped the side of her ass. “Turn over.”

  She did, wanting to be bossed around. I put her hands on the headboard where mine were just at. “Hold on, baby.”

  Callie let go and looked at me over her shoulder, ready to say something. I put my hand on her cheek and turned her head back to the headboard. “I said hold on.”