Hockey 101

May, before graduation

Oakley

The box we’re in is high above the hockey rink. High enough that I feel dizzy when looking down and I’m not normally scared of heights. We’re there with Loren’s family watching Noah Kain’s game against Arizona.

Except right now, we’re in the bathroom. Loren’s leaning against the bench as I sit in his lap, riding his cock. His hand is wrapped around mine, jerking me hard, while two fingers of his other hand are nearly down my throat.

He’s not moving as I bounce on him. I feel wild. Out of control. My eyes keep shooting to the door, waiting for someone to walk in.

I’m not quiet on the best of days, which is why he has his fingers in my mouth.

I also like the way it renders me helpless. Like he’s holding me down, even though I’m the one riding him. Loren sits still, slightly slid down on the bench. I think his ass is probably hanging off. We’re at such an angle that I can plant the heels of my feet on the edge and use it to propel me up and slam myself down on him.

He’s got such a perfect dick. It’s just the right size where I feel it everywhere, and yet I can fuck as hard as I want and not cause serious damage.

I’m beginning to develop a bit of an exhibitionist kink. The idea of someone catching us makes this even hotter. It makes me more desperate, more frantic. I’m almost there, but my orgasm is just hanging on. Waiting. Waiting.

Tears sting my eyes with the anguish of being held off. It’s not even someone else’s doing. It’s not my doing. I just need… I need…

I whine desperately as I slam onto him. My head spins as his dick hits my prostate like a bullseye. Pleasure courses through me, lighting me up from the inside. I’m probably glowing. I’m a glow stick.

“That’s it,” Loren says. “You’re so hot, Oakley. Look at you riding me. Look how hard you ride me. You were made for me.”

I’m almost there. I suck on his fingers and he groans.

“Come on, Oakley. Come for me. Come on my dick. I want to feel your ass squeeze me.”

Usually when he talks during sex, I demand to hear how he’ll kill for me. His obsessive love gets me off. Makes me feel wanted and cared for. He didn’t just break the law for me. He didn’t just save my life. He murdered someone to keep me safe. To have me!

I love his declarations that he’ll do it again. That I’m that important to him.

But apparently, these words are equally as thrilling because I finally come. My body jerks as I whimper around his fingers. His hand on my dick feels intense now and it forces me on, even as I drop my weight so his cock is deep inside me. I grind on him, feeling it rub against my nerves as another small spurt of cum dribbles from my slit.

Then I’m weightless and he hasn’t gotten off. I try to talk around his fingers and he chuckles, pulling them out. “Your turn.”

“It’s going to be a mess,” he says. “We don’t think to bring condoms anymore.”

“I don’t care.”

“You’ll change your mind when you have my cum dripping down your leg and dried to you for the next several hours.”

I contemplate it for a minute and decide that I’m going to risk being uncomfortable because I want him to get off.

“Keep fucking me until you get off,” I order and make sure he puts his fingers in my mouth again.

Loren chuckles. His hand on my cock reaches under me, cupping my groin as he lifts us up. Then I’m on my knees on the bench. He rests his hand against the wall now, right in front of my head so when he starts fucking me, I won’t get a concussion from slamming into the wall.

He’s not quick and I nearly come again by the time he finishes. Something he realizes because this goddamn man does something he’s never done before. He drops down and buries his face in my ass.

The first loud moan is out for the world to hear before I slap a hand over my mouth. He eats me like he’s done this a hundred times before. I need to stroke my cock. But without Loren’s hand against the wall, I keep one there so I don’t suddenly surge up and knock myself out. The other is firmly clamped over my mouth because I can’t stop the noises and they have to stay muffled.

I don’t want to announce what we’re doing. Although we’ve been in here for like an hour now, so there’s really no question.

Thankfully, Loren grips my dick and pulls it down to jerk me as he sucks his cum from my hole. I ride his face this time, and fuck if I don’t almost scream from the sensation of his tongue in my ass.

When I come, I just about fall over. Hell, I do fall over. Loren catches me, which means everything he’s doing comes to a sudden end and I cry at the loss mid-orgasm. He cradles me in his arms and his hand is right back on my dick, finishing where it left off.

I’m breathless. Gasping. My body trembles from the experience as well as the cool air.

“You’re so sexy when you come,” Loren says quietly, pressing his lips to my forehead. He smells like cum now.

“Everyone is going to know what we did,” I lament.

He grins. “That’s fine.”

“No. It’s mortifying, Loren.”

“Why? We have a very strong, healthy sex life. They should be happy for us.”

I whimper, pressing my face into his neck. He really doesn’t have any regulation when it comes to private and public as far as our sex life is concerned. I have a feeling he wouldn’t care if we had an audience. He probably wouldn’t care if that audience was his brothers. Loren just doesn’t have many personal boundaries as long as I’m the only one touching him.

“We need to get cleaned up; and while I’d love to hide in here until the flight home, we should go back out there,” I say.

Loren’s still smiling when he gets to his feet, pulling me with him. My legs are shaky so I brace myself on the sink.

He wets paper towels and washes me as thoroughly as he can. The way he always takes care of me still takes my breath away. He wipes his face and then we dress before washing our hands with soap and water. I can see my teeth marks on his fingers and flush. They’re very noticeable. Like, if he doesn’t keep his hand in his pocket, everyone is going to see them.

He pulls a little tin of mints from his pocket and tosses three into his mouth before offering me one. I take one because I think he might have kissed me with his cum breath.

We leave the bathroom and rejoin his family and my friends. I’m not sure if it’s more or less embarrassing to know the people who are aware you just had sex for an hour in the public bathroom.

However, they’re all leaning over the railing, yelling with the rest of the crowd. I want to ask what happened, but that feels like that would just call attention to the fact that we’re back.

Instead, I step up to the railing and lean over. Loren closes in behind me, locking me in between his arms as he hangs onto the railing too.

“Bad call by ref,” Haze says. “Taking a point away calling it goalie interference when the puck came from an entirely different direction.” He shakes his head. “It’s in favor of our team—not Noah’s—but it’s still a shit call. The replay keeps going and it’s very obviously stupid.”

Going to be honest, his words only mean a little to me. They play the clip again and I at least can identify what he’s saying. I know a bit about hockey because Haze was always required to attend hockey with his family, and he does like it. As he grew up, he liked it less because of his family, but now that he’s free, his enjoyment of the game has come back.

We spent so much time in the bathroom that there’s only three minutes left of the game. My face heats at that knowledge. It was the beginning of the second period when we went in there. I thought we were going to do quick blowies but… no.

Which, in hindsight, I should have known. Loren isn’t about quick. I think that would be the only time he’d refuse to do as I told him to because he wants to enjoy it. He wants me to enjoy it.

Arizona wins 4-2. There are mixed reactions in the box since we’re split between Arizona natives and California natives. Loren has switched sides because he’s a Noah fan, though he doesn’t really care about hockey.

Noah offered to get us passes to the locker room area, but we’re a very large group so we said we’d just meet him at the hotel. We’re having one of the conference rooms catered, again, since we’re such a large group. When Noah and his boyfriend join us, there will be fifteen. It’s difficult to get good service in a restaurant with groups over six and not have to end up waiting forty or more minutes for your meal. It sounds to me like the Van Dorens often get their gatherings catered if they don’t cook.

When we get back to the hotel, I sit quietly on a chair in the conference room and absently stare at my rings with a sappy smile as I so often do. I can’t believe I’m married. Part of the reason I was so vocally adamant about it when Loren fucked me senseless is because I kind of wanted graduation to be part of my next chapter.

That next chapter is with Loren. Therefore, I wanted my name to be Oakley Van Doren on my diploma. It’s a silly thing and I haven’t shared it out loud, but it was important to me. Besides, it’s easier to change your name early in life before you have a hundred thousand things legally in one name. Which is the reason I volunteered.

My rings are so pretty too. He knew exactly what I’d love. The ring he gave me first is a play on a traditional engagement ring. The band is delicate and there’s a single stone that sparkles brightly. The second is thicker and made of rainbow Damascus steel. When I move my hand, you can see the different colors in the metal glint back.

Loren says we’re going on a honeymoon when I graduate. He hasn’t told me where yet. Right now, we’re pre-honeymoon so it’s expected that we’re going to fuck everywhere and every chance we get. I think he’s just using that as an excuse. After, he’s going to say we’re newlyweds. I’ll be curious to see what his reason after that will be.

He joins me before too long and hugs me to his side. I shift and lean into him.

“Still sore?” he asks, not even pretending to keep his voice down.

My cheeks heat and I don’t even look up. I don’t want to know who’s close by. “Yes.”

His hand slips down and he fucking rubs my ass. Right here. Honestly, I’ve tried to swat him away before, but it only ends up calling more attention to us. Besides, it does feel good. So I don’t say anything at all and pretend we’re all alone as I snuggle into him.

“When’s Noah going to get here?” I ask.

“Soon. He texted a minute ago saying they were leaving the arena,” Loren answers.

I’ve talked to Noah a handful of times on the phone. He seems perfectly sweet.

We remain where we are even as the kitchen brings in the food. It’s probably at least somewhat obvious that Loren is rubbing my ass, but no one says anything. I remain with my face tucked into his chest to hide my burning cheeks and enjoy the way he always spoils me, giving me what I want or need regardless of who’s around.

Noah arrives ten minutes later, and Loren gets up, pulling me with him. He introduces Noah and Noah introduces Lix. Because the food is here, we immediately eat and I pretend Loren’s hand wasn’t just rubbing my ass for the past ten minutes. I mean, he had his face in my ass an hour and a half ago. This is in no way worse.

When we finish dinner, Noah joins Loren and me on a couch. He’s a really pretty guy. He should be on magazines.

“Did you enjoy the game?” Noah asks me.

Of course, my cheeks redden as I nod.

“We missed most of it,” Loren admits.

“Oh god, don’t,” I say, covering my face. Loren grins but Noah looks confused. Maybe concerned.

“Why?” Noah asks.

“We were celebrating early,” Loren says, as if that explains everything.

Noah still hasn’t put it together.

Loren leans close to Noah and I bury my face into his shoulder as he says, “I was giving Oakley private hockey lessons. He is quite good at handling a stick and swallowing a puck.”

“Ohmigod,” I mutter.

Noah laughs. “Fuck’s sake, Loren.”

But my man looks very happy with his puns. This is what life with Loren Van Doren is going to be like.

When I peek up at him, he’s smiling at me. But his smile isn’t smug or teasing. It’s filled with affection. Pride. Happiness. I’d choose this life over and over again.