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Sunday night in Nashville. My last few hours of freedom before I had to return to work on Monday. I should have been out enjoying myself, or even staying at home for some R&R. Instead, I was being tortured by a very attractive hockey player named James Neal.

I threw my arms in the air in frustration and let them smack against my heavily padded body. “Ugh, come on, James, this is dumb.”

“You only think it’s dumb because you suck at it.”

No, I also thought it was dumb because I was cold and sore. Not good sex sore either, but too much physical labor kind of sore. Ok, and yeah, I also thought it was dumb because James was better than me, but this was his job. Of course he could beat me at hockey, but I didn't had to like it. I didn’t mention this to him, I just turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and begged a little. “Don’t you wanna do something else? Anything else? Please? I’ll get down on my knees right here if we can just stop this madness.”

His smile and delicate kiss warmed me from the inside out, but his words left me cold once more. “Nope, you promised me two hours on the ice and it’s only been…” He checked his watch. “Thirty minutes.”

Fine, so I’m not athletic, sue me. I am, as you can tell, a world class complainer. “Can’t we do like two hours over the course of, I don’t know, a few months?”

“Not a chance. Now get that cute little ass of yours back on the blue line so we can try it again.”

This man…he’s just lucky he’s so damn cute and a really good fuck, otherwise I would have been long gone. I let out a noisy breath. “Fine, let’s just get this humiliation over with.”

I barely felt his hand connect with my ass through the hockey pants, but it still made me smile. “That’s the wrong attitude, Ms. Moncrief. This is supposed to be fun.”

“Sure, you let me know when the fun begins. I don’t wanna miss it.” I watched him bite back a laugh as I picked up the hockey stick that I had recently tossed aside in annoyance.

“Ok, Mr. Giggles, what am I doing now?”

James looked thoughtful for a moment and then he responded. “I’ll make a deal with you, grumpy cat. Something to make it more fun. Every time you score a goal, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.”

I smiled, but rolled my eyes. “All the layers you have on and how much I suck at this, I can tell you right now, I’m gonna get nothing from this arrangement.”

“Ah, but I didn’t mention, I won’t block your shots. You’ll have an open net.”

Ok, that sounded doable. “Seriously?”

“Yup, I’ll even take off my gloves before you start so you know I’m playing fair. But no standing in front of the net just knocking pucks in. You have to either shoot from behind the blue line or you have to keep skating as you come up to shoot. Deal?”

That made it a little harder, but still, I thought I could do it. And the joy of seeing him strip was more than enough to motivate me to step up my game. “You’re on. Now back up and give me some room.”

I had learned to skate when I was younger and when James and I hit the ice that day it came back to me in no time. After taking about five minutes to get my legs underneath me again, he started putting me to work. Running me through drills we went over holding the stick, handling the puck, skating with the puck, passing, and finally, shooting. And yeah, I was awful: no form, too slow and awkward, head down watching the puck the whole time. And worse, every time I thought I had my shit together and was going to make a goal, James blocked it easily. An empty net, though, that I figured I could handle. I found out that I had severely underestimated how badly I sucked.

James went and sat on the railing in front of the bench as I got myself situated on the ice. For my first shot I got myself going and picked up with puck on my way to the net. As I wound up to shoot, I lost my footing and landed flat on my ass. The dull thud of body meeting unforgiving ice was made worse by James’ laughter echoing in the empty rink.

Even though I was giggling myself, I smacked his shin guards with my stick as I skated passed. “Fuck off, Neal.”

“I’m sorry, that was good. A very nice try.”

“Will you shut up? I’m trying to concentrate.”

James held up his hands as a peace offering. “You’re right. Carry on.”

I tried again, built speed, grabbed the puck and this time managed to jab it in the net as I skated past. And I didn’t fall or slam into the boards, so a celebration was in order. “Whoo-hoo! Moncrief shoots, she scores. Her first NHL goal and what a beaut. Un-be-liev-able!”

I skated over to James and he looked mockingly impressed as well. “Not bad. I mean, it was an empty net, but - ouch!”

With no other vulnerable skin, I had pinched his neck hard enough to shut him up. “Leave me alone. Considering I haven’t been on skates since I was seven, the fact that I can skate and move the puck at the same time is pretty damn impressive.”

“I’ll give you that. And this.” He pulled off his practice jersey and tossed it on the bench behind him. He sat grinning in front of me in his spandex underarmour shirt and several pads that protected his upper body. And that was distracting enough.

“James -”

“Uh-uh, back on the ice. Don’t even think about it.”

Damn, he was good. We exchanged smiles and I went back to work. My next shot went wide; the next clanged off the post; and the next didn’t go anywhere since I wiffed the stick right over it.

When he stopped laughing, James made a suggestion. “Maybe try being stationary. Get on the blue line and take shots from there.”

I did as he asked, but it didn’t improve anything. I sent a puck wide, another high, another was straight on, but never reached the net since I hadn’t put enough force behind the hit. After I sent another one wide, and then another, and then another, I whipped the stick toward the bench. “I’m done. Fuck this.”

James hopped down and grabbed the stick before skating over toward me. He unfolded my arms that I had crossed angrily across my chest. Smiling sweetly, he put the stick back in my hand and stood behind me, his hands on my forearms. “You’re following through too much, that’s why all your shots go wide.” Pulling back on my arms, he positioned me properly and then adjusted the movement of my arms. “When the stick hits the puck, you want to push, not swing. Almost like you’re shoving it toward the net, not whacking at it like a golf ball.”

I was listening and trying to pay attention, but his body was so large against mine, his voice so deep and soothing, his tone patient and coaxing. Standing still, I found my breath elevated for reasons that had nothing to do with playing hockey. Although, I figured I needed to focus if I was going to get him naked, so I got myself under control. “That makes more sense. Let me try it.”

James backed away and I adjusted myself, pulling a puck toward me with the nose the stick. I took a shot, doing what he told me, reigning in my follow through and thinking about shoving the puck. It sailed across the ice, hit the inside of the post, and then wobbled across the line. I looked over and James was smiling wide.

“Good. Just like that.” He pulled off his left elbow pad and slide it across the ice toward the bench.

I side-eyed him, hard. “And the other one?”

“I said one piece of clothing. One goal, one piece.”

“Cheater.”

James lowed his head and smiled sheepishly. “Come on, Syd. You’ve got it now. I promise I’ll let you win. Take another shot.”

I did as he asked, making another goal and he pulled off his right elbow pad. I took another shot and hit the back of the net emphatically. I looked over expectantly at James and he was already peeling off his shoulder pads, leaving him just hat tight black undershirt that I love so much.

“Mmm, hockey pants and spandex, that’s a good look for you, Neal.”

“I’ll show you a better look if you make another goal.”

“Well, shit.” James chuckled as I hurried to force another puck toward the net. Instead of staying behind the blue line I tried another shot in motion and managed to get it in before I came swooping back down the ice toward James.

I stopped short of slamming into him and watched as he peeled off his shirt. I let the stick fall from my hands and shook off my gloves before running my hands up his stomach and then over his chest. God, he was gorgeous and deliciously sweaty from all his equipment.

He leaned down and kissed me, licking between my lips almost immediately to meet my tongue with his. My hands went to his waist and then quickly untied his hockey pants. By the time I got my hand wrapped around his cock, both of us were panting. Letting out a groan, James told me, “You know that’s a penalty.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s the call, ref?”

“Holding.”

“Well, you’re definitely in the penalty too. For a high stick.”

James tried to kiss me while laughing. “This isn’t basketball; you get called for penalties, you’re not in the penalty.”

“Whatever.” I went back to kissing him, stroking him slowing and loving how his cock tensed and jerked across my palm as I bit his lip or twirled a bit of his hair around a finger of my free hand.

Finally, he grabbed my wrist and started pushing me backwards. “That’s it. You’re going to the box, Moncrief.”

“Two minute minor or five minute major?”

“Look at you, getting the lingo down. This is definitely a double major. I need at least ten minutes.”

When I my back hit the door of the penalty box I smiled up at him. “I think you can get me off in less than two minutes.”

“Challenge accepted, but I wanna spend at least ten minutes buried inside you.”

I hardly had a chance to breathe, let alone respond as he shoved me into the box and kissed me once more. It was his turn now to tug at my hockey pants until he got them open enough to shove his hand inside my thong. When he slid two fingers into my dripping cunt, I broke our kiss to let out a breathy moan.

He pulled his fingers out and then quickly started fucking me with them, wrapping the fingers of his free hand lightly around my neck as he tilted my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes. Then he told me, “I’m not gonna touch your clit, but you’re come in less than two minutes. Yes?”

I nodded. “Yes, yes, I am.” I shoved the padded pants down and stepped out of them. James helped as well, yanking down the spandex layer and my thong until they bunched at my knees before he went back to work finger fucking me as I struggled to maintain my balance in the skates.

“James…” He knew just what I needed. He returned his hand to my throat, not as a gesture of violence, but simply one of power. My breathing shuddered from my body and I felt my skin growing hot and flush.

“Look at me, Syd.” I meet those deep blue eyes of his and nearly came from that alone. When he smiled at me, I did start to come and as I clenched down on his fingers James slowed his stroke, drawing out the sensations and making my body thrust down toward his hand. I let out an exhausted sigh when I was done and as I stumbled back to sit on the bench, James stripped out of the rest of his gear until he was stark naked and almost painfully hard in front of me.

He knelt down and worked off my skates, socks, pads, and spandex pants. I pulled off my jersey and started fumbling with the shoulder pads, now in a hurry to get them off. James, as the pro, took over and had them off in no time. Sitting on a pile of clothing, he pulled me off the bench onto his lap.

“You really suck at hockey, but damn you make the gear look good.”

“I guess that’s a compliment?”

“It is.” James freed my hair from the rat’s nest of a bun I had been sporting and then fisted his hand in it at the base of my neck. His lips made contact with my throat and then I felt his tongue lick at my moist skin. He told me, “By the way, you served your penalty like a champ. You wanna help me with mine?”

“You know it.” I reached between our bodies to grasp his cock and then brought my hips down to allow him to slip inside me. With one hand on the door of the box and the other on the bench, I gave him a few long strokes. “You’ve got ten minutes left to serve, Neal. Make ‘em count.”

James pulled my face toward his for another brutal kiss that took my breath away. “I intend to, Moncrief. Get on your knees, on the bench.”

With some skillful maneuvering on our parts, James stood and I knelt on the bench with my hands curled around the back edge, my knees barely balanced on the outer edge. When I felt his warm skin against my ass and then the hardness of his cock press against my cunt once more, I spread my knees wider and pressed my hips back against his.

“Christ, I love when you do that.”

“Do what, babe?”

“Thrust back at me like I can’t go deep enough.”

I was momentarily speechless when he pulled out and stroked back into me at a frantic, needy pace. Finally I managed, “I always want you deeper, James. Always.”

“Like this?” He pressed into me until he had nothing more to give and I could practically felt him nudge at my cervix, as far inside my depths as was humanly possible.

I let out a choked sound and heard James chuckle before he returned to fucking me. One of his hands pressed against the glass window above me as the other cupped my hip.

He kept this up and though I didn’t have a watch, I knew it was well over ten minutes. That being said, I’ve never been one to complain about a good long, deep dick fucking like he was giving me. After a while, I knew he was close, but I was just not quite there yet.

So, I asked, “James…can I…do you mind if I touch myself?”

“Fuck, Syd. Please, please do.”

I felt him speed up and I reached underneath my body until my fingertips made contact with my clit. Making quick circles with one hand, I thrust back with my hips, just how he liked and I heard him groan in response and start to fuck me even harder, even faster.

When I felt him jerk and release inside me I came as well, panting out his name. James’ voice came hot and deep in ear as he leaned over me. “Sydney, Sydney, my sweet Sydney. You’re too much.” He pressed a brief kiss into my neck before hauling me down onto the floor of the penalty box. In that tiny space, on top of all our abandoned gear, I curled up his arms and we shared a lingering silence.

His fingertips gently grazed my skin as he dragged them up and down my arm, and then my side and hip. For several minutes he seemed poised to say something, ask something, but he remained quiet, only looking down at me for brief moments.

I broke the silence when I sat up to look at him. “What’s on your mind, Neal?”

Before answering, he brushed my hair off my shoulder to fall down my back. Then he pinched one of my nipples playfully. “I liked when you asked for my permission.”

I nodding understandingly. “Ah, I see. And you also like how I respond to your hands on my neck?”

“Yeah…yes, I do.”

I leaned down and whispered to him, even though there was no one else around to hear. “Those are games I’d be happy to play with you. Whenever you like. You just need to ask.”

He looked over at me and whispered back, “What games?”

“Power games, control games…domination games. If you’d like.”

“Is that what you like, Sydney?”

“I like anything that involves you, to be honest.” We shared a hushed laugh and I continued. “But, yeah, I’ve played before. And I’d like to play with you. Is this…new for you?”

James rolled onto his back and avoided my gaze for a moment. When his eyes met mine, they were hard to read: contemplative with a touch of anger, I thought. “Yeah, this is new for me.”

“Wait, what are you pissed about?”

His stare was hard. “I don’t like to think of other men with their hands on you.”

I resisted the urge to sound annoyed and failed. “James…”

“I know, I’m a hypocrite. I’ve been with plenty of other women.”

“And that doesn’t bother me. Just so long as I’m your only girl right now.”

James pulled me back down next to him. “Syd, you know you are.”

“And there’s just you, James. I only care about pleasing you. So, tell me what you want.”

“You know we have that road trip this week.”

“I am aware of that, yes.”

“When I get back…”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna play some games with me?”

I raised both eyebrows at him, teasing. “You mean like hockey? Pool? Poker?”

His smile returned and it was a beautiful thing to see. “You’re gonna make me say it?”

“Yes, you need to be a grown man and ask for what you want.”

In a heartbeat, James was on top of me. Still whispering. “Alright. I wanna see you on your knees, begging for my cock in your mouth.”

I’m not sure what made it harder to breathe, his weight on top of me or his words. “Fuck…that’s good. And then?”

“Then…” He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the floor. “I wanna tie you to my bed and keep you there for hours.”

“Ugh, yes. And don’t let me come.”

“What?” He made that confused puppy face again. Still adorable.

“I want you to tell me I can’t come, orgasm denial. Do you wanna do that?”

“Yeah, yeah, Syd. Let’s do that, too. What else?”

“Make me beg for you to fuck me. Tease me until I’m screaming.”

“Wait a minute, the last time I teased you, you just got annoyed and rushed me.”

“I know, but if you’re gonna dom me, James, then you have to not listen to me. You have to do what you want and make me take it.”

A sense of knowing dawned on his face. “Yes, ok, yeah.”

“And spank me. I don’t mean smack my ass while you’re fucking me, I mean take me over your knee and paddle my ass red.”

“Sydney…” For a moment I thought maybe I had gone too far. It’s always hard to tell, when you're negotiating sex games, whether or not you’ve missed the mark.

I bit my lip and winced. “Sorry, too much?”

“No. I mean, you are too much, but in the best way. I do wanna see your ass turn bright cherry red.” He leaned down, while still holding my arms above my head and worked the skin below my ear with his teeth. He was so quiet, I almost didn’t hear him continue, “And then, I’m gonna fuck you up the ass until you come harder than you ever have in your life.”

“Oh, sweet God, yes, thank you. When do you get back?”

James released my hands and then rolled onto his back, hauling me along with him until I straddled his stomach. “We fly back into Nashville on the 17th.”

“I’ll meet you at the airport. We can get started in the car on the way back to your house.”

This made him laugh. “You’re so impatient. And I can’t believe someone as bossy as you wants to be submissive in bed.”

I shrugged. “I’m an alpha female, but that means I also like alpha males to exert their dominance over me.”

“Fair enough. But come on, we gotta get outta here. I still have to pack.”

“Ugh, fine.” I leaned down to kiss him, just once more.

“You gonna miss me, Syd?”

“Maybe. You gonna miss me, Neal?”

“Definitely. You gonna pick up when I call to have phone sex with you?”

“Maybe. You gonna send me dick pics?”

“Ha. Definitely.”

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