Sex on Ice

Practice Makes Perfect

Parker
      I'm shitting bricks right now. I fucking sneezed during practice and blood seeped through the polyester fabric of my hockey jersey. Shit. I just ran to the bathroom as fast as I could, not stopping at my bag to grab one of the million tampons in the side pocket. Unfortunately, being the only girl on a men's hockey team, means that no girl plans on walking in here anytime soon.

Jordan
     Fuck. I'm forty minutes early to practice. Why I decided to leave this early...? Who fucking knows. All I know is I need to piss real bad right now. I walk toward the bathroom, figure skates in hand. I push open the door and set them down against the wall. The only stall is occupied so I wait patiently.

Parker
      Uh oh....someone just walked in here. I'm currently sitting on the toilet, trying to hold the tears. They set their figure skates against the wall. I don't have another choice, I have to ask her for a tampon to get me by the rest of practice.
      Slowly, I stand up and pull up my pants. Why the hell am I so nervous?
"I'm really sorry to be asking this, but do you have an extra tampon I could borrow? I rushed in here during the middle of hockey practice and forgot to grab one," I say as politely as I can.
My jaw drops when a hot, masculine voice meets my ears.
"I'm sorry to be telling you this, but I don't have a vagina. I do have a dick. I will gladly help you out and stick that in you to stop the blood from flowing," he replies.
WHAT THE FUCK? How am I supposed to respond to that? I slowly unlock the stall door, having no idea what to do. In the corner of the bathroom is the most handsome boy I have ever laid my eyes on. His emerald green eyes fit his complexion perfectly, as he turns his head to look at me.
"Would you like me to help you out with your little situation?" he asks glancing at my crotch.
       I'm shaking terribly as I stand there, saying nothing. He gracefully walks up to me, so we're centimeters apart. He has a height advantage on me, having to look down at me to make eye contact. He gently pushes me backwards until I'm flat against the wall. He brings his head down so it's directly in front of mine and then he forcefully pushes his lips on to mine.
I stand there as still as can be until I finally give in, running my hands through his hair and grabbing him by the neck, trying to get him as close to me as possible. He grabs the neckline of my jersey, attempting to pull it above my head and easily succeeding. I pull away to gasp quickly before shoving my face towards his once again. He pulls away for a second time, squatting down to pull the rest of my uniform to my ankles, refusing to break eye contact with me. Finally he does, only to stare at my dripping pussy. Only it's not just menstrual blood dripping. It's a mix of that and whatever other liquid's been sitting in my thong since the moment I saw this man.
With one hand, he pulls my legs apart, pretty damn close to as far as possible and then places it on my bare stomach. With the other hand, he begins to makes small circles on my clit, the bundle of nerves ecstatic with the sudden attention. He glances up at me when my back arches and loud moans find their way from my mouth. He looks back down and lets out a throaty growl, as he slowly rises, he index finger still circling my clit.
Looking down at me with intense heat in his eyes, he suddenly thrusts his finger inside of me. My back bends so much, I feel as though is going to break as I gasp so loud. I'm pretty sure the entire hockey team heard me. Fuck. I need to get back really soon or Coach will have my ass. I attempt to push away his arm, but he's not having it. Instead, he pushes another one of his fingers so deep inside of me, I can feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. He pulls out his fingers with a satisfying force. Staring directly into my pleasureful gaze, he lifts his fingers out of me and towards his mouth. Gaze locked, he reaches his fingers into his mouth and slowly licks my blood off. Fuck I was so close, why did he stop?
As if he could read my thoughts, he gets down on his knees, once again and pushes up on the back of my thighs, my bare pussy exposed to him.
"We have to stop," I whimper.
"Not until I get a good taste of your sweet cunt," he replies, not caring at all about what I have to say.
"Please. I need to get back to practice."
"Once, your pretty pussy climaxes into my mouth, I'll get you go. You had a problem, I'm solving it."
Not knowing how to respond, I just nod my head. That seems to be enough for him as he quickly buries his face between my legs. His tongue gracefully glides against the folds of skin. Before I know it, his tongue is lodged between my vaginal walls, making slow figure eights. I'll give him this. He's absolutely fantastic as eating me out. I practically scream out, trying to keep my moans to a low volume. I'm already in deep shit for missing half of practice, but if Coach heard me getting tongue fucked in the locker room, there's no way I'd have a spot on the team.
Still breathing heavy, I'm on the verge of cumming all inside his mouth. I think that's his goal, so I decide to not tell him I'm seconds away from doing it. I begin to shake, my muscles in my entire body tightening. I grip the top of his head, slightly squeezing while also practically ripping his hair out. All of a sudden, black begins to spot my vision as I release onto his tongue. He groans in pleasure as he begins to lick everywhere, trying to get every last drop off of me.
He abruptly stands up, the boner very apparent in his jeans. I glance away, trying to stifle my laughs. He meets my gaze, no embarrassment on his face.
"I guess since I helped you with your little problem," he nods toward mine crotch, "you could maybe help me with mine?"
"Yeah. I guess I can do that. I owe you for probably the best pleasure of my life," I reply.
"Oh believe me, the pleasure was all mine. But I'm glad I could help you out." He licks his lips again and the dry blood is wiped away with his long tongue.
I gather my jersey and put them all back on. Then I get on my own knees and push him gently against the wall behind him. I unbuckle his belt and look up at him.
"I do this on one condition. This gets tied around your wrists," I tell him, holding up the belt.
       He looks at me with genuine curiousness in his eyes but reluctantly stills out his wrists.
As I'm buckling his wrist together, I explain to him why I'm doing it.
      "There's nothing I hate more than a guy who can't appreciate the pleasure his partner is trying to bring him. By tying your wrists together, it prevents you from pushing the back of my head onto you more," I explain.
"That's a fair point. I'd probably do that to you, so I'll try not to rip my belt in half and rip your hair from your head while I watch you face fuck me," he says while nodding.
I grin as I finish buckling the belt, pulling it tight. I unzip his jeans and drag them down to his ankles. His cock attempts to pop up, still held back by his black boxers. I pull those down as well, and his long ass dick springs out, nearly hitting me in the face. He sees this and laughs. I grimace up at him as I wrap by hand around the base of his girth. I rub up and down and watch as he tilts his head back, groaning loudly.
Once his precum is dripping off my fingers, I look up at him. He's staring at me with an intense look on him face.
"Please continue. This feels amazing," he murmurs.
I grin as I wrap my lips around his tip and start slowly making circles with my tongue.
"Holy shit!" he yells, his teeth clenched and he closes his eyes tight.
I laugh, pushing my lips further onto him until his tip hits the back of my throat. I retract his dick from my mouth and push it back in. I do this until he's gripping the wall and shaking in front of me. Without warning, warm liquid fills my mouth, sliding down my throat with ease. He's still shaking when I stand up, using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth. I meet his hard gaze and it's obvious he's been staring a while.
"I think this is the hottest oral sex I've ever had," he says grinning at me. I laugh and shake my head. "Again tomorrow?" he asks.
I laugh again and nod.
"My name's Parker by the way," I say.
"Jordan"
I walk to the door and exit, looking back at him again, to see him staring at me.
When I exit the bathroom, I'm shaking so hard, terrified to face my coach. Oh well, that was amazing.