Team Player: A Sports Romance Anthology Page 2

  “Not a hockey fan, huh?” A sexy smirk slides over his full lips.

  “Nope. I mean I like hockey, try to go to as many FU games as I can.”

  “How about NHL games?” His stance widens like he’s getting comfortable, settling in for a chat.

  “I’ve been to a few. My brother is a Bruins fan.”

  “Your brother has okay taste. How does he feel about Chicago?”

  “About the same as most people who aren’t them do.”

  A quiet laugh fills the space between us, “Can’t even argue with that.”

  I can’t help but smile at his amusement. “So, I take it you’re a Chicago fan?” I feel like I’m missing something. Before I can ask any more questions, Charlie the therapist with the magic hands comes over.

  “Dagger, that you? How you been man?”

  The two shake hands and do that man hug thing. “Can’t complain, Charlie.”

  “Sure can’t. I saw that game the other night. I had my money on you boys to win the Cup this season. Bought me a new TV with the money I won.” Charlie beams like a proud uncle and finally all the pieces fall into place.

  Jason Dagger plays for the NHL and here I was worried that I would have to shut him down. I’m a college student and he just won the Stanley Cup. Hell would freeze over before we hooked up.

  2

  Jason

  ‘’You’re a brave man betting on Chicago around here, man.”

  “I kept it on the down low, don’t worry.” Charlie winks at me then turns to Stella.

  She’s leaned back, her palms flat on the table behind her, tits high and round, stomach taut. Her legs are so long they seem to go on forever. The thought of offering to be the one to rub her down swirling around in my mind.

  “Doc Grayson said you need that shoulder worked on. You pushing it? I told you not to push it.” He scolds as he rubs his hands together to warm them.

  “Same ol’ ballbuster, I see.” I chuckle.

  “He’s always yelling at my ass.” Stella says as she grimaces at his prodding of her shoulder.

  “Well, try listening.” Charlie responds. I can tell he has a soft spot for her.

  I’m not sure why I’m still standing here, watching him massage her neck and shoulder while her head lolls to the side, a look of pleasure-pain creasing her forehead and softening the features of her face. Now that I know that she is in fact legal, I don’t feel nearly as bad about checking her out and envisioning her spread out on my bed.

  “What are you doing in town?” Charlie breaks into my less than pure thoughts.

  My eyes meet Stella’s to find her watching me watch her. A look of hunger in her eyes. Fuck me. I cannot be messing around with some twenty- year-old college kid. I know I said I didn’t care but fuck. She keeps looking at me like that though and it will be hard to say no.

  “I’m here to check in on Levi and to give out an award at the dinner tonight.” I answer, gaze still locked with Stella’s.

  “He’s a good kid. Bit of a player, but then again so were you. And look how well you turned out.” Charlie says, laughing.

  He pushes Stella so that she’s laying flat on her stomach. Her ass might as well have a bullseye on it, my attention is drawn to it immediately. I fuck around with some of the hottest chicks out there. Models, cross fit addicts, yoga instructors, the list goes on and on but not a single one of them come close to Stella’s smokin’ body. When she lets out a moan I know I have to get the fuck out of there.

  “Charlie, it was good seeing you, man. Stella, I’ll see you tonight.” It sounded just like the promise it is.

  Over the rim of my glass I watch Stella as she laughs at something one of her teammates says. Not a single one of them has drawn my attention away from her. And they’ve tried.

  Her hair is straight now instead of in the waves earlier. She’s traded in her sports bra and spandex for a sheer red dress. Just like the spandex, it clings to every single one of her long lines, dips and curves, her toned thighs bared by the short skirt. Watching her and waiting for this thing to wrap up might kill me. The only plus about this long ass banquet is that it’s giving me time to figure out how I’mgoing to convince Stella that we should be fucking.

  Sooner rather than later. I haven’t been able to think of much else after leaving her face down, ass up in the treatment room. Not something I’m used to. I don’t think about women. I think about hockey.

  I fuck women and then they leave. That’s how I like it. But somehow, in a matter of seconds, Stella got under my skin. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t give a shit about who I am. Even after she found out I was a pro athlete. I’m not sure when that started to matter but her not caring and treating me any differently made me want to reward her. With my cock.

  They’re just about to start handing out the rest of the awards when I feel someone’s gaze on me. I glance around, and lock eyes with Stella. Her smile is slow and sexy and screaming “fuck me” and I want nothing more. I tip my head toward the door as discreetly as I can and watch to see if she bites. After watching her all damn night I’m ready.

  I’m hoping it won’t take me too long to get her naked because I have no patience for a game of cat and mouse tonight. I want to be balls deep in Fulton University’s star pitcher regardless that she’s ten years younger than me or because of it. I’m just hoping that she’s game. I can’t remember a time I was ever shot down, I don’t want today to be the first.

  “Excuse me.” I say to the table as I stand to leave. I’ve already done my part tonight so they won’t miss me.

  I glance over again at Stella’s table, she’s still talking to her friends even as she watches me leave the dining room. Making my way through the room, I keep my interactions brief and I’m grateful when one of the coaches takes the podium making talking impossible. Once out the double doors, I lean against the wall in a darkened corner and wait to see if Stella follows.

  I unwrap a piece of gum and watch the doors, it only takes about a minute before she’s sliding through them. Slowly she walks my way, her long legs eating up the space between us. As soon as she reaches me I take her hand and lead her further down the hall away from prying eyes. Spinning her so she’s against the wall, I lean into her. In her heels she’s only slightly shorter than I am. Knowing that she’s not this little delicate flower is so sexy. “You know why I called you out here right, Stella?” I whisper in her ear, loving the smell of her skin and hair, the heat of her body where it presses against mine like an inferno.

  “I hope so.”

  It’s music to my fucking ears. I’m no stranger to one night stands. This feels quick even for me but I can’t stop it. Don’t want to. Won’t stop unless she says to. With that in mind and her hand in mine, I start walking and don’t stop until we hit the side door to the arena.

  “You taking me ice skating? Gotta be honest, that’s not what I thought you had in mind.” She teases.

  “I’m taking you, but not skating.” I wink at her over my shoulder.

  “Are we supposed to be in here?” Her voice is dropped to a whisper once we enter the cold, dark rink.

  “Coach gave me keys so that I could have ice time whenever I needed it.”

  “And you need ice time now?” Stella asks confused.

  For a change it’s not ice I need. It’s this girl and it’s fucking with my head because I’m not sure exactly why. Leading her through the arena, the only lights coming from the exit signs and the glare of them off the ice, her soft hand tucked in mine, her other wrapped around my bicep as we pick our way between the aisles.

  “I need…something.” Why did I bring her here? Is my plan to bend her over the boards? I didn’t think about it, I just went where I knew we weren’t going to be interrupted. Not sure if she has roommates and not wanting to drive all the way to my place, I brought her to my most favorite place on campus.

  “I’ve never been in here when there wasn’t a game or something going on. It seems so…naughty.” Her voic
e is still pitched low like someone might overhear her, even the giggle that slips out into the quiet around us.

  “You trying to get me to put you in the Sin Bin, baby?”

  “What’s a Sin Bin? Is that where they put you when you’re being bad? The penalty box?”

  “Wanna find out?“ If I remember correctly, there’s a bench in the penalty box here. A bench I’m going to decorate with her lithe body, long hair and that pretty red dress. With Stella snug against my back, I step onto the visitor’s bench and then turn to help her over, catching a flash of red panties in the process. Unable to stop myself, I palm her ass and pull her into me. I’ve been controlled this whole time but the sight of those sheer panties, the same sheer material as her dress sleeves and the bare pussy underneath them and I’m done for.

  Stella looks up at me from under a hooded gaze and the heat in those inky eyes is all the invitation I need. My lips cover hers, my tongue demanding entrance as I fill my hands with her ass, fingers gliding underneath her skirt and along the crease where her long legs meet her cheeks.

  I’m certain the goose bumps covering her flesh has nothing to do with the temperature in here and everything to do with my hands on her. I’m thrilled to fuck that I’m not the only one feeling this…whatever it is. Moving us onto the ice, I bring her flush against me to keep her steady and then maneuver us into the penalty box. I’d fuck her right on the ice if thought I could manage it in dress shoes. In skates it wouldn’t be a problem. But since I’m not taking the time to lace up, the Sin Bin would do.

  As soon as we get in the box, I close the door and lean back against it. Stella follows, allowing no room between us as she meets my tongue thrust for thrust, nipping at my lip and pulling a growl from low in my throat. I know I should slow this down, but I’m almost desperate to be inside her. When she grips my cock through my dress pants, I know that she wants it as badly as I do. Which does nothing to convince me to dial it down a notch.

  Hating to let go of her, I do just long enough to drag her dress up around her waist. I need to feel her, get at what she’s hiding underneath the tiny red scrap of material that’s been driving me crazy all night. When my hands slide over the soft skin I grab a handful, digging my fingers into the plump flesh. She melts into me with a sigh on her lips.

  “I’m not sure what you did to me, Stella. But all I’ve been able to think about since the moment I saw you is fucking you. You put some kind of spell on me. Had to because I don’t need anyone. I need to fuck you. I know I shouldn’t. Know better, just don’t fucking care.”

  With a smile against my lips, she starts unbuttoning my dress shirt. “I feel it too. I’m about to break a six- month vow of celibacy because you looked my way. Don’t make me regret it, Dagger.”

  I can’t wait to get her sassy mouth wrapped around my cock. I shuffle forward, forcing her back until the backs of her legs hit the bench. Stella sits and looks up at me questioningly, hungrily. Slowly, I work my belt free, my eyes on her as she watches my hands. Slipping the button through the hole, the hiss of the zipper loud in the quiet in the arena.

  With one hand, I reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my cock, the other hand tangled in her hair. Stella raises her eyes to hold mine as I paint her lips with the tip of my cock, the precum that had gathered leaving a glistening trail on her plump, plum colored mouth, her pink tongue following the path I’ve left behind, chasing after my length.

  Gently, I squeeze her face between my thumb and index finger until she opens, allowing me to slip past her lips and into the wet warmth of her mouth. Not stopping until I hit the back of her throat before pulling out and doing it again, all the while her gaze never leaves mine.

  “Not so sassy now, huh, Stella?” I grit out as I press further into her mouth.

  When she swallows around me, a low moan working up her throat to vibrate against my over sensitized head, I think I may have spoken to soon. My head falls back on my shoulders as the sensations of her hot tongue, flicking over my cock as the cold air from the arena cools my skin with every slide of her lips. If they’re teaching students how to give stellar blow jobs at FU, Stella is earning herself several fucking degrees in it. Not wanting to miss watching her I shake off the fog just as she palms my balls, stroking and tugging as she lets my cock choke her.

  Fingers shaking slightly, I slide them into the neckline of her dress, working it down and under her tits, bared to me, berry colored nipples hardened and pointing at as if they’re begging for my attention. When I pinch one nipple, then the other, she slows over my cock, a little shiver sliding up her spine.

  “You like that, Stell?” I murmur doing it again as I step even closer, straddling her on the bench, my knees bracketing her hips.

  She releases my cock with a pop, her lips wet and shining in the dim light. “Not yet, Stella. This mouth is too perfect.” I tell her as I press her head down on me until I’m sheathed in her warmth again, holding her there when her lips are at my base. “Fucking, fuck.” I hiss as I slide back out. I’ve had a lot of head in my life. A lot of fucking head. But this girl and her mouth are fucking magic.

  Her pussy is going to be the death of me, I know it. My hands cupping her tits, I bring them together around my length watching as she swipes a tongue over the head of my cock as it slides through the satiny soft valley. Every pass over my cock causes her to lick over the rounded tops of her tits, making me impossibly harder. Painfully so.

  Knowing I’m not going to last much longer if I let her keep this up, a thread of control holding it all together, I pull out of her grasp and yank my arms out of my shirt before pulling her to her feet and taking her seat on the bench. Feet planted wide, I hand her the condom and watch as she rolls it over me.

  “So hard.” Stella says reverently. “I’m going to feel it tomorrow.” She grins at me, a sexy, wicked, smile that screams “fuck me.”

  “You’re gonna feel it right now. Tomorrow. Next fucking week if I have my way.” I growl, yanking her closer and shoving her dress up further so it sits around her waist. Her scent wraps around me. Citrus, Stella and arousal, that good pussy smell. The kind that you want to wear all over you. A reminder of how it got on you.

  “You like these?” I ask softly, running my fingers over her panties, tiny strings and rhinestones holding them together. She wore these with fucking in mind. She nods that she does. Pulling them up, I watch transfixed as they wedge into her slit, her lips hugging around the red material. “Mmmmm. Stella. Your pussy is so fucking pretty. You ever see a pretty pussy before?” I ask, not taking my eyes from her center. Just plucking the now wet panties from her and pulling them back up, rubbing them back and forth through her slickness and over her clit. Her legs tremble, her hips arching toward me, pointing at me in a silent plea.

  Since she likes these, I force myself not to rip the delicate fabric as I slide them down her legs, stuffing them in my pocket when she steps out of the damp scrap of red lace.

  “Have you?” I ask again. “Because I have and this may be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  That’s no lie. Completely smooth but for one thin strip that I trace with the back of my index finger before sliding it into her, slowly adding another before lowering my head to nip at her clit. Stella’s hands fly to my head, clutching at the long strands of my hair, gasping in pleasure. Careful not to let her lose her balance I tug at her leg, placing her heeled foot on the bench next to me, opening her up and allowing me a better view and easier access.

  “So pretty.” I murmur taking my time to appreciate the sight before me, watching as my fingers slide in and out of her, disappearing into the vice-like tightness of her pussy.

  “Jason,” escapes from her lips.

  My name sounds good all breathy like that. Twisting my fingers and watching as the pleasure takes over her features, my breathing starts coming faster, same as hers. Just when I can feel her tightening and pulsing around my fingers, her grasp on me becoming almost painful, I pull my fingers from
her and hook her around the waist so she’s straddling me.

  No longer able to wait, I push into her slowly giving her time to adjust to my size. Stella said she hasn’t fucked anyone in months, I don’t want to hurt her so that she’s too sore for when I take her back to my place. Once she’s settled on my lap, long legs dangling behind me, soft tits crushed to the hard planes of my chest, my cock nestled inside of her to the hilt I grip her nape, tangling my fingers in the hair there and tug.

  Back arched, her nipples look like perfectly ripened blackberries. My mouth falls to her neck, biting and licking at her throat and that spot that runs to her shoulder, making her shudder as I rock into her in a steady rhythm. Not getting the traction I need, I swivel us so that I’m the one straddling the bench and lay her flat. Her hands go over her head to grip the sides of the wooden seat, stretching her out in front of me like a sacrifice. Still inside her, I grab her hips and thrust, rocking the entire bench with the force.

  Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth falls open. I do it again. Every thrust has me hitting bottom. Stella’s tits bounce with every one of those thrusts. Sighs and moans echoing around us in the enormous arena, it’s all too much and not nearly e-fucking-nough.

  The slight tremble I can feel in her legs draped over my thighs is nearly my undoing. Bending at the waist, I catch her mouth, my tongue dancing against hers as I slide in and out of her. Each time pulling out farther than the last time and driving harder. She stops kissing me to pant words incoherently into my mouth. I stop moving to lavish attention on her tits, taking each pebbled nipple into my mouth and suck until she’s squirming against my cock, driving me out of my mind.

  “Fuck my pretty pussy. Beat it up so you can kiss it better.” Stella moans as she rolls her hips in a figure eight, chasing the orgasm she’s so close to.

  “I’ll kiss it better. I promise.” And I will. Right after I tear it up. Gripping the bench just above her head, I drive punishingly into the tightest pussy I’ve ever had wrapped around me until I see stars and I hear the roar of my blood in my ears mingled with Stella screaming my name loud enough to be heard on the other side of campus.