Marcus
Marcus
“Fucking asshole,” he said as he came walking toward me.
Well, here was my chance. “I agree with you,” I said following him toward the locker room.
“Who the hell are you?” He asked still pissed.
“Someone he is more of an asshole to than you.” I quipped.
“I doubt it,” he said.
“Try me,” I said following him right into the locker room where I wasn’t allowed.
“What are you doing?” He said turning around as I followed him in.
“I’m going to get you to fuck me right under his nose so we can both have something over him,” I said giving him my most saucy look. I knew I was older than him, quite a bit, but I was still in good shape, and I was hit on often. I was still a catch, and I knew it.
“And why would I fuck you?” He said coming toward me now taking the bait.
Damn fuck boys were easy. “Because I’m his wife, and you want to have that power over him.”
He just stared at me like he couldn’t believe what I just said. Then he got the biggest grin on his face and ripped his practice jersey off. His lips were on mine, and we were making out as he fondled my tits hard.
“Get naked,” I breathed out between kisses.
He did, and it was amazing how fast a twenty-year-old could move when motivated correctly. He was hung like a horse, and I worried for a second but then I could feel how wet I was getting, and it passed.
He was on top of me on one of the training tables before long and he was sinking himself deep into me. He was so large I almost orgasmed straight away. The problem with a twenty-year-old was he finished too quickly and was climbing off of me.
“That will fix the bastard,” he said smiling.
“You are quite the stud,” I said trying to keep my real feeling bottled up.
“Yeah, I am,” he said smiling. “You want to go again? You’re hot for being older than me.”
Little asshole but I stood there with a smile getting dressed. “Yeah, next time you have a bad day, I will be here.”
Two weeks later, and after about six more encounters we were in the locker room doing it one more time when he said “I just can’t stand him. He rides me so hard.”
“I know all about being ridden hard,” I said laughing as he kept plunging in and out of me.
“Yeah, you do,” he said smiling. “I’m glad I have you. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you to work off steam with.”
“Yeah, about that,” I said moving on with the next part. “From the scuttlebutt, at home, you might not be here long, so we should enjoy what time we have.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” He said still ramming himself hard into me.
“They are going to send you down. You aren’t scoring enough. They brought you in to score, and you aren’t doing it.”
“I’m scoring right now baby,” he said gloating.
“Yeah, you are,” I said feeling him starting to swell in me. “Scoring in the locker room and scoring on the ice are two different things.”
He continued driving in and out of me and I was going to orgasm myself. He had been getting better over the last two weeks and I was glad we had started this. I was screaming as he was unloading deep inside me. When he was done, he climbed up on the table with me and held me. Such a good boy.
“I can’t get sent down. I just can’t” he mumbled.
“Yeah, that’s going to suck. I might have to find me a new young stud to stick it to the coach.” I said giggling.
He turned me to him and kissed me. He never did that after finishing. “You don’t need anyone but me.”
He said it with such conviction that almost believed him. "What do I need to do? I’m doing everything the prick says."
“He wants you to get in front of the net. Seems simple but yet you don’t do it?”
“I just don’t think about it. My shot is my slap shot from the corner, not getting beat up in front of the goal.”
“Well stud, explain that to your next girl because I am not following you down to the CHL no matter how good you are in the sack,” I said getting him to realize what was happening here.
“I’m better than him, aren’t I?”
“You are baby, but I still wouldn’t follow you. I have a good life here. I’m not giving that up for great sex.” I explained.
“Why are you fucking me then? Are you doing it to just get back at him?”
“I told you. He works long hours and never has any time for me. It's about him not having time for me, but let's face it, he provides me a good life, and I am not giving that up.”
“I could tell everyone about us?” He threatened.
“You would look like a fool and be dropped instead of sent down. Now don’t be stupid and figure out a way to stay here so we can keep doing this.”
“You’re right. You always are. You are much smarter than me and we both know it. You tell me what to do.”
“Get in front of the damn net,” I said exasperated.
“How, I just can’t remember.”
“You know when they drop the puck into the corner, think about when you are unloading in me,” I said.
“How will that help?”
“Because if you go in front of the net every time they dump the puck, I will blow you after every time you unload in me.
“You said you didn’t like that, tasting yourself on me?” He asked quickly.
“You get in front of the net for me each time I will do that for you. The more you do that, the more I will let you do to me.”
“Fuck, are you serious?”
“Yes, I don’t want you to get sent down. The only thing I want going down is you on me if you can do your part.” I said smiling at him.
“Holy fuck,” he said and he was getting hard again.
I just shook my head. Damn young kids could recuperate. “Do we have a deal?”
“Fuck yeah we do, but If I start doing better, he is going to stop sending me to the locker room, so then where do we get together?”
“I’ll fuck you in the suite after all the players leave,” I said getting hot.
“Fuck yes,” he said, and his dick was hitting me in the thigh high and hard. Shit, he was going to want another round. We needed to head this off before I was too sore for the night.
“Do you want to fuck me in the suite overlooking the ice baby,” I said stroking his dick with my juices still on him.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned as I increased my pace.
Score for me baby in the next game and you can bend me over and look at the ice as you ram in and out of me. Then when you are done, I will lick you clean.
“What if I score two goals?” He asked breathlessly.
“What do you want?” I asked getting hot myself thinking about what we were talking about.
“I get to go down on you. You haven’t let me do that yet.” He said starting to thrust into my hand.
“Ok,” I said increasing my pace and looking at him as he started to squirm.
“And if I get a hat trick,” he said as he was so close.
“You can have whatever you want baby,” I said, and he began shooting his cum all over my hand and on the table and me.
The next week was a blur. Marcus was scoring and doing well for the team and fucking me all over the arena. In his last game, he scored a hat trick and took me in my husband’s office while he was in a meeting with ownership.
I never orgasmed so many times from the naughtiness of it all. Marcus was really solid and built and his dick was so large and thick that I was going to miss it when this was over.
I was sitting in the owners’ box when the next game came up. We were playing Toledo at home. The score was four to four and it was almost the end of the second. Marcus dumped the puck into the opposite corner and rushed to the net. He was getting knocked around like he was a pinball game, but he held his ground and when the puck came free, they threw it in front of the net, and he tapped it in for his third score of the night.
Hats began hitting the ice and we were all clapping. Then I saw the owner make his way to the phone and he called down to the trainer in the team box. He was the only one with a phone on him. I watched them talk and then he went over to my husband and said something, and he nodded.
I knew what the call was, and I would admit I was a little disappointed. The period was over, and the team went into the locker room. I hung out for a bit and then I made my excuses about wanting to beat the rush and was heading home.
I waited for the next period to start and headed for the locker room. Marcus was sitting there half-dressed and looking lost. I walked in and stood there looking at him. He looked up at me and said “They are calling me up. I’m on my way to New York. I can’t go back out tonight.”
“I figured as much when I didn’t see you out there. Guess our plan worked too well huh,” I said walking toward him. He stood up and met me. His lips were hot as they came crashing down on mine.
No words were spoken as he undressed me right there where anyone could walk in from an injury or anything else and I let him. He had me naked and just devoured me with his stare. “I need you one more time,” was all he said as he took his pants off and the rest of his equipment.
His hands were tender and loving as he ran them over me and brought me such pleasure. He slipped his finger inside me and began teasing me to get me wet enough to take him. I didn’t waste time and began getting him hard and ready for me too.
Then he did something new. He picked me up, literally, and pressed me against the wall, and lowered me down on his shaft. It slid in so perfectly that I moaned. Then he held me against the wall as he kissed me and left himself deeply buried inside me.
He didn’t try and progress he just held me there kissing me as I could feel him thickening inside me. Then he slowly began driving in and out of me making me clamp around him with such force not wanting to let this end. But it did after my third orgasm, and I was hurrying to escape the room before the players came in after we both heard the buzzer.
I could feel his seed dripping down my leg as I hurried out to my car and made my way home. I was so hot I couldn’t stand it. I took a shower and got all cleaned up and waited. Jon came home about two hours later, and I was waiting for him as he came in and began stripping as soon as he was in the door.
He threw me on the couch and buried himself inside of me making me scream. “They pulled Marcus up,” he said as he was hammering in and out of me.
“I know,” I panted.
“Did you give him one last goodbye?” He asked increasing his pace.
“Yes, he was fantastic. I think he learned more off the ice than he did on.” I said getting close to the excitement and what had happened earlier.
“Are you going to be sad now that he is gone?”
“Yes, he fucked me so well toward the end,” I said gripping him hard. I was screaming as he made me orgasm all around him.
“Management is happy with how well he improved. I got another raise because other clubs are asking to talk to me. After tonight I am going to be making as much as some of the main league coaches and it’s all thanks to you baby.” He said increasing his pace.
I didn’t care about the money right at this moment. All I cared about was riding this wave of pleasure. “Of course, now they have this twenty-year-old kid from Sweden. He is a defenseman. He is huge, but he is afraid to throw anyone against the boards. They want to know if I can help him?”
“Oh…my…god…” I whimpered.
“Do you think you could help him baby learn how to throw someone against the boards.”
“Yes, god yes,” I screamed. I think I passed out because the next thing I remember was him cradling me in his arms as we fell asleep.
