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It’s deathly quiet in the arena, the seats empty and the Nashville Predators having all vacated the building a few minutes earlier, high on post-win adrenaline. The crew go about closing up shop, shutting down concession stands, sweeping up the trash that has been collected under chairs, emptying garbages, and starting the long thawing process the breaking down of the ice necessitates.

In the Predator’s locker room, a member of the arena staff collects the mountains of sweaty towels and uniforms, pausing occasionally to pull up random pieces of tape that had been crushed in the carpet. He enjoys the silence, the stillness of the space, which contrasts so sharply to the normal hustle and bustle of the room when the team is occupying it.

Near the showers, while gathering up a cloth bag overflowing with damp towels, he hears water still running, the faint slicked up sound of skin on skin, and then, a soft moan that vibrates off the walls. With as much haste as he can muster, he grabs the rest of the towels and leaves, closing the door loudly.

I hear the door slam and James does too, hardly able to contain his grin. He pulls my hips away from the wall and slides his cock inside me again. I let out another moan, this one louder and more confident now that we are alone again.

Still, I tell him, “We really shouldn’t be doing this, Neal.”

His hot mouth against my shower soaked skin answered, “It was your idea.”

The man had a point, it had been my idea. I just hadn’t thought he would go through with it. This arena was his place of business afterall, not a brothel. And yet, after watching my first hockey game, James had decided to fulfill my wish and fuck me in the locker room after everyone else had left.

It hadn’t been easy. First, he had stall for time, take longer than necessary to shower and dress, wait for the other players to amble out. While he was doing that, I had to make myself scarce, hiding out in the owner’s suite (thanks to James’ key) for a while until the cost was clear.

By the time I made it to the locker room, James had already put on his suit that was the team’s game-day dress code. I’ll admit I was disappointed; the perks of fucking a hockey player should definitely include the opportunity to rip off their jersey and pads while they’re still sweaty from the game. When I told him this in between kisses, James, being the sweetheart that he is, made me leave while he took off his suit and pulled on his spandex top and bottoms before throwing his dirty jersey back on. Then, I got him plenty sweaty again.

The man is built like a God and that spandex does everything to enhance this fact. Peeling the tight black fabric off his body was like spending the day at Olympus admiring Apollo. I took my time, kissing every inch of his skin that I exposed while stripping him down. I ran my tongue across his taut abs, licked at a flat nipple, which made him giggle, and pressed my palms against every inch of his warm, clammy skin. Once I had him down to his birthday suit, he took over again, shucking off my pants and undies in one fluid motion before yanking my shirt over my head. All the while giving me that grin and pausing occasionally to kiss my neck.

Straddling him while he sat on the smooth wooden bench in front of his stall, I let my head fall back when he first guided his cock between my folds and thrust upwards to fully sheath himself inside me. It was a risk, doing it right there in plain sight, but James felt confident we had enough time. There is a delay between when the players leave and when the staff arrive to clean the locker room and we took full advantage of that fact.

Forcing his shoulders back against the wall I created leverage with my knees on the bench and took my time, riding him purposefully. His calloused hands cupped and squeezed my ass with every stroke, his mouth opened to take in more air, his eyes were half hooded with pleasure.

His hardness worked to stretch and expand my cunt, making my whole body flush while letting me know I would be deliciously sore the next day. Hell, I was still sore from the night before. Oh, yeah, perhaps I should mention, this was only our second date. And I use the term date loosely. In any case, it was our second time together, but already I was hooked.

Everything about James is sexy; the groans he makes that originate deep in his throat, the way his hands are both rough and giving, the way he wears a suit or a jersey or jeans and a t-shirt, the way he moves on the ice: fluid and acrobatic. And also, the way he says my name, moist in my ear, all breathy and needy.

“Ugh, Sydney.”

“I know…fuck. It’s good, James.”

He sat up to bite at my throat as one long-fingered hand gripped the back of my neck to hold me in place. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, dragging my nails lightly across them in the process. His skin was slick under my palms and my thighs moved easily while they draped around his.

Suddenly, he grasped my hips and shifted so my back was on the bench and he was planked over me. Since the seat was connected the wall I couldn’t straddle it, but instead draped one leg over the front side and bent my other leg as it rested on the wall of his cubby. Thrusting into me, James ran his hand down the inside of my bent leg until he reached our conjoined centers.

I felt his thumb slip under the hood of my vulva to stroke my engorged clit that was nearly throbbing.

“Oh, yes, please God, yes.”

“Tell me you’re gonna come.”

Easy enough. “Yeah, yeah I’m gonna come…shit. Don’t stop. Please, don’t…yes!” I tightened around him as his continued to pump inside me and rub at my clit. By the time I was done he let out one exhausted moan and released as well, before laying down gently on top of me.

Still struggling to breath, I could only tolerate his weight for a moment. I nudged at him and he got the point, sitting up and pulling me upright in the process.

“So, was it everything you hoped it would be?”

I smiled. “And more. Mmmm.” I half crawled onto his lap to kiss him and he pulled me all the way over to straddle his hips once more. “Tell me about other girls you’ve fucked in here.”

James hooked my wild hair behind my ear and grinned. “What d’you mean? You’re the only girl I’ve fucked in a locker room.”

I quirked one eyebrow at him. “Liar.”

His laughter boomed through the empty space. “Fine. You’re the only girl I’ve fucked in this one in Nashville.”

“That sounds more like the truth.” I rewarded his honestly with a long kiss that went from sweet to slightly wanton to full blown intensity in what felt like heart beat. I felt James start to harden again between my damp thighs and I smiled against his lips. “My God, you have some kind of recovery time, Mr. Alternate Captain.”

“Mmm-hmm. I couldn’t prove it to you last night, but today is a new day. Wanna go for round two before we leave?”

“Of course. What did you have in mind?”

That was how we ended up in the shower where you found at the start of this clandestine tale. After using the shower for its intended purpose: washing off filth, we proceeded to muck it all up again. It started when James brought his sudsy hands to my back and worked the soap into my skin. Even though he was the one who would be sore after his game, I let him massage my shoulders. His hands squeezed at my biceps and then wrapped around me as he moved us under the water flow to wash off the soap and then started kissing my neck.

Still pressed against my back, he took hold of both my wrists and put my hands on the tiled wall. While pulling my hips back, he pressed his hips against my ass and slipped easily into my still wet cunt from behind. At the feel of him, I went weak, so I leaned forward to rest my forearms against the wall, which made my hips shift back even more, and thus allowed his cock easier access.

When he started thrusting into me, I muffled my moans with my mouth pressed against my forearm. His voice came deep and demanding next to my ear. “No, I wanna hear it. Let me hear you, Syd.”

I worked my hips in time with his, drawing short breaths from his lips. “What if someone else hears?”

“Ugh, good. Let them hear you say how good I feel inside you.”

“Shit yeah, you do. So fucking good inside me, James.”

“Then let me hear you.” He shifted angles and it felt like my entire world was shattering. The head of his cock rubbed my g-spot and his hands held my hips as place as he fucked me.

I gave him what he wanted, I told him loudly what I thought of him. “Yes, yes. Goddamn…fuck me just that. For days. Never stop.”

“Never?”

“Not ever.”

He leaned over me and chuckled before kissing my cheek. “I need some time off to play hockey, you know.”

“Fuck it. Quit the team, I’ll leave my job and we can just do this forever.”

“You might get sore.”

“You can kiss and make it better if I do.”

“Sydney…turn around. I do wanna kiss you.”

James slipped out as I turned and then he kissed me against the cold wall of the shower. It was sweet, romantic even. Considering this was a man I met in a bar the night before and was now banging in a professional hockey team’s locker room, it was a tender, affectionate kiss.

That was when we heard the door open. I tried to push James away but he smothered me with his body against mine. Whispering I told him, “We have to go.”

He shook he head and mirrored my hushed tone. “We’re not done.”

I mouthed, “I’m going to kill you.”

He laughed silently and bent his head to lick the water off my collar bones. I was really starting to get annoyed with myself at how much it turned me on to fool around with James in public. But, damn, it just felt so good, so wonderfully wrong. With his mouth on my skin I let out a tiny squeak of a moan. And then I slapped a hand over my mouth to silence any other involuntary exaltations.

We heard the door slam again soon after and he pulled back to look at me, told me this whole thing had been my idea. It had been, I already admitted that. I hooked a leg around his hips and held onto his shoulders as he resumed fucking me in the shower. He came before I did, slamming his hand against the wall as he jerked and released inside me. Ever the gentleman, he got on his knees and nuzzled my thighs before licking at my clit until I came again as well.

Cleaned off, dried, and dressed, James slid his palm against mine and interlocked our fingers as we walked toward the parking garage. When we stopped at my car, he pulled me in for another gentle kiss. I felt myself melting into him with a feeling of complete and utter happiness. And that’s when I realized, I was treading on thin ice. I knew then that I could very easily and very quickly fall hopelessly in love with James. And that scared the shit out of me. What the hell were we doing anyway? What was he thinking about me? Where was this going? We hadn’t even been a date yet!

James pulled back and as if he could read my mind and asked, “What’s wrong?”

I met his eyes and tried not to get distracted by those bright blue orbs that were intense with concern. “James…” I chickened out. “Nothing. This was fun. Thanks for inviting me to the game.”

“Bullshit. Not about this being fun, because it was.” His smile was contagious, so I returned it. “Seriously though, tell me what’s bothering you. If you let me stick my dick in you, you can talk to me, Syd.”

He made a good point. I rubbed his arms lovingly and tried to think of a way to say what I was thinking without sounding like a psycho. “I just…need to know what we’re doing here.” He grinned wide and I smacked his chest. “Besides having amazing sex.” I took a breath and met his eyes again. “I just need to know…if I’m only ever gonna be that girl you call when you’re in Nashville. And if you’re gonna call other girls when you’re on the road.” He started to speak, but I wasn’t done. “Listen, I don’t care if I’m that girl and that’s all this is. Being that girl, with you, would be amazing. Because you, James, you’re amazing. All I wanna know is what to expect from you so that I’m not setting myself up for disappointment. And i’m sorry if that’s weird or too much too soon.”

There it was, that sweet little smile of his again. “Sydney, you know you do this thing where you always expect the worst from people?”

Guilty as charged. “Yeah, you’re not the first person to mention that, actually.”

James cupped my face. “Listen, you are gonna be that girl I call when I’m in Nashville. And you’re gonna be that girl I call when I’m in Philadelphia in the middle of a five game road trip so we can have phone sex for hours. You’re gonna be the girl I call on my off days so I can take you to pool halls and drink whiskey. You’re gonna be the girl I make pancakes for after we fuck all night. You’re gonna be the girl I call when Shea and his wife have a dinner party and I get to bring a date. I want you to my girl, Syd, my only one. My all the time, every situation, call no matter what girl. Cool?”

Um, yeah, totally and completely and easily loveable this man. Naturally, I didn’t tell him this. I simply smiled and said, “Yeah, James, that’s cool.”

And then he was back to kissing me, bunching his hands in my hair and then stroking my jaw with his thumbs. “Mmm, good. Glad we talked. Now, I’ve picked you up in a bar, we’ve fucked in the locker room. When can I take you on a real date.”

Grinning, I wrapped my arms around his narrow waist. “Depends. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, since you kicked my ass in pool, maybe we can do something I’m good at.”

“Sex?”

“Well, of course that, later. But I have a better idea a real date.”

Oh lord, that mischievous smile let me know I was in trouble. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“I think I should teach you how to play hockey.”

Like I said…trouble.

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