Take it Out

I take her. I’ve never done this to a woman before but she wants it, I know she does, and she wants it like this: up against a wall in the dark somewhere, my skin sticky with game sweat and the threat of being caught just outside the door. Her thighs are soft as I spread them, but not as soft as the pussy I slam myself inside.

“OhgodSid,” she gasps, like she’s thought about saying that before.

“Go ahead and scream it.” I rock her again. Fingernails dig into my arms, pricking through the damp spandex underlayer.

That back-talking mouth goes silent for the first time tonight. I kiss her and plow myself through her tight body once more. She cheats one leg higher at my hip - I yank it up, bending her knee and holding her open. Slick heat runs along my length with every stroke. I watch as my dick comes out glistening and disappears back in, up to the hilt. A soft cry tears from her throat.

“What was that, baby?” I whisper against her ear.

“I said,” she growls, “No more questions.”

Fucking bitch. I bury my cock again, skipping like a rock across a lake as her body tries to make room for me. It’s a losing battle - I’m big and she’s tight and she won’t be able to walk out of here, forget tomorrow. Good thing the season’s over; we both have the day off. The only question is if she’ll manage to orgasm before I do. I don’t care, really, but if she’s going to tell people about this I want her singing my praises. I want her waking up at night remembering what it felt like to have me pop her cork. One hand is all I need for the buttons on her blouse.

“The guys talk about your tits all the time,” I say, popping the second button. “Bet you love that, knowing you’re getting half the room hard every time you bounce through the door.”

Her skin is smooth and fair. I trace my finger along the line of her cleavage as she takes another swing of my dick. I don’t need to see her body to know it. I’ve seen it in my mind before. The third button opens, revealing the top of a black satin bra. I tug her blouse wide and pull down one of the cup. Her nipple pops free, dark pink and hard like a candy. My mouth can’t wait.

I roll it along my tongue, then bite her gently, a little harder, a little harder until she whimpers. The sound nearly makes me collapse. My teeth are uneven and mangled, I stop when she cries out and lick the spot tenderly, soothing her feverish skin. A tiny moan escapes her lips and I cut it off with a thrust of my cock. I’m so hard I’m dizzy.

“Fuck,” she sobs as I wrench down the other side of her bra and help myself to the other nipple. My dick is on autopilot know, plowing deep the second I can stop pulling out of her, desperate for the next tight, hot squeeze even as the last one is still happening. I suck hard against the soft curve of her breast, hard enough to leave a mark. She makes another noise that sounds like my victory. I’m leaning down so it’s easy to catch the back of her other knee: I thrust hard and lift, pinning her weight to the wall. Next thing she knows, both her feet are off the floor.

“OhGod,” she yelps. All her weight comes down on the only thing holding her up - my dick. Her arms wrap around my shoulders in surprise and her pussy clenches so hard it nearly rips the orgasm right out of me.

“Fuck,” I grunt. She whimpers. Every nerve in my body is sizzling and her body goes soft, soft enough to send me flying. Not yet.

“Do that again,” I order. She clenches and twists, almost long enough, before I feel her pussy flutter. She can’t help it - she’s so close. I’m too close. I don’t want this to be over.

“Again,” I hiss. “Harder. Fuck me.”

_____

I focus everything on Sidney’s dick, fighting his penetration of my body as if I could force him to back out. But he’s in too deep, my defenses are down. All I do I wrap around the thick cock crammed inside me. I want to make him come. I want to rip load after load from him, to defeat him even though he’s so beaten now. Of course my body thinks it’s a party and wants to skip right to the fireworks. My brain wants to prove to Sidney that he can’t just have his way.

But he is. We both know it. I squeeze, eyes closed, and he busts right through it anyway. His cock bottoms out inside me and I bury my face in his neck.

“Again,” he rasps.

I try. It almost works. I screw down tight, getting his full length and just as I think I can go a little harder I lose it. My body bails out. All at once I’m quivering, losing grip on my him and myself. My pussy ripples along his impossible hard-on and I don’t even get a breath in before I come. White hot pleasure breaks between my hips and floods every vein in my body until my toes curl and my tongue turns traitor.

“Sidney, Sidney,” I pant. Darkness threatens the edge of my vision so I let my eyes close. Just as they do, I hear him.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, ohGod,” he whispers.

He holds us both fast against the wall. The only movement is his cock throbbing cock inside me. I feel the pulse, the shudder that passes through his huge frame. I feel his lips on my neck, his fingers anchored deep into my thights. I feel his hot desire fill me. I think I might never feel anything after this.

Finally his forehead falls against my shoulder. Sweaty, sticky curls are everywhere. His massive chest heaves with exertion and I know he needed that. I’m a poor substitute of a playoff series but Sidney Crosby still won one game tonight.

His mouth finds mine - tender, easy. The kiss itself could have sustained my fantasies for life. Now he gently frees his spent hard-on from my ruined body, sets my feet on the floor. My thighs are wet as they come together. My legs wobble. Sidney opens his golden, almost glowing eyes.

“Now I’m done.”

____

I leave her standing in the dark, pulling her skirt down and buttoning her top back up. In another life I’d stay and watch. In another life I’d take her home. If the bus and plane have left without us, I’ll rent an entire train car and fuck her all the way back to Pittsburgh on the overnight.

That felt good. Better than good. I adjust my cock inside my pants as I push through the locker room door. Heads turn in my direction - everyone’s almost dressed. I hustle to my stall.

“Fucking press,” I grumble.

____

The bathroom is empty, thank God. In the harsh overhead light I see... the truth. My hair is a mess, my buttons done up wrong with one eyelet empty. What makeup isn’t gone is smeared around and my lips are flush and swollen from kissing so hard. Kissing Sidney. I grab the counter to steady myself.

Fuck.

Literally. And figuratively. That was... he was... beyond imagining. Which is saying something because I’ve imagined it many times. I just never thought he’d be so angry or forceful. Or stubborn and infuriating or such an asshole. Or so strong. My pussy flutters, soaking my already ruined panties again.

I quickly splash water onto my face. We weren’t gone that long. I smooth and fasten my clothing, twist my hair back into something like it’s former shape. I check the mirror again - I’m glowing. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes bright. Shit. Everyone is going to know I just got the ride of my life.

On my way back to the shooting suite, I try to disguise myself with a frown. The guys have broken down every light and drape, they’re ready to go. I grab a camera case and roll my eyes.

“Fucking players.”

____

The plane is full but my standard seat is open, next to Flower, in the front. It’s quiet - everyone hates everyone and everything right now. There will be no video games tonight; some of the guys already have their headphones on and hats pulled down. I drop into my seat and wait.

I hear her first, those damned bossy high heels clicking like exclamation points. Like the gasps she made when I forced my way into her again and again. Like the sound of applause. Her legs come into view first, the same legs that were wrapped around my waist just a few minutes ago. Strong thighs, squeezing as I pinned her... my cock twitches. Good thing I kept my suit coat on. Her ass swings into view and I have to put my hands over my crotch anyway.

Don’t look up. Don’t, I tell myself.

Damn it. I do and she’s gorgeous. Only the slightest signs of our backroom encounter show if you know to look for them - her hair is too loose, her eye makeup mostly removed and her mouth swollen and stung. Her eyes slide to me, just for a second, and go wide when they find me looking back. She quickly faces forward, but not before I see her bite her lip.

Yeah, we’re going to have to do that again.

____

I can barely walk, forget pass him in the narrow aisle of the plane. He takes up his entire seat - huge thighs, broad shoulders. I wonder if that seat is custom made for his ass and that’s why he always sits there. The temptation is too much - I glance at his face. He’s watching me. Heat flashes into my cheeks and I wobble, looking ahead for a balance point. Then I’m past him. In the back I claim the only empty row and slide to the window, putting my stuff in the aisle seat so no one takes it. Anyone that close will know something is not right. I put my head against the window and five minutes later, we take off.

I must fall asleep, because I wake to my arm being lifted. My purse slides from under my hand. I blink my eyes open and it’s Sidney, his dark curls dry now but still a mop of sex hair as he opens the zipper on my bag and stucks his big paw inside. Before I can ask what he’s doing, those thick fingers come out holding my car keys. He drops them into his coat pocket.

Those dark eyes meet mine for a split second. Half a smile curls his lip. Then he’s gone.