“I hope you understand why I had to do this.”
“I do.”
“Your son…he just…has an issue with following instructions. What he did. Messing with the timeline. Going after her, knowing she was ordained for Lightwing—-“
“No, Magnus, I understand. You’ve always been more than partial to us. I am forever in your debt.”
“No….don’t say that. You are a goddess…”
“A giantess first right?”
“I didn’t….”
“No worries. I just…he is not in pain right?”
“No…it is a very deep slumber. This glass holds his body and his soul. His punishment will be to remain here unconscious for the next thousand years. Until the oracle can break his marriage contract to the young goddess.”
“I see…I just don’t understand, why my son would take a fragment of your time cube for a fragile girl.”
“A fragile girl?” Magnus threw his head back, his roaring life echoing through the sealed ice cave. He turned to the tall slender woman with piercing green eyes. “Lauphi, she determines who wins.”
“Who wins what?”
“Who wins it all.” Magnus whispered turning back to Luke Liesmith’s unmoving body.
Lauphi took a step closer to the glass as she stared at her son. She squinted slightly as she her eyes scanned his body. She tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes. They flew back open just as fast as her gaze seemed to peer into the sleeping young man.
“Is something wrong?”
Lauphi turned her head slightly to look at Magnus over her shoulder. “Of course not.”
She nodded at him, turned and gave her son one last look before turning around, her back to the glass cage. “I will inform his father.” She gave Magnus a deep bow and walked away. When she came to the entrance of the cave she turned to look back at Magnus staring at her son’s unmoving body. Her mouth twitched as she turned and walked through the portal.
**
I clamped my hand over my mouth as I tried not to make a sound. How had we even gotten here?
Here?
Here of all places?
I couldn’t possibly be this horny could I?
My toes curled as I shook my head side to side.
My legs, hung up by his shoulder.
His hands gripped my thighs securely, keeping them spread wide.
Ass lifted off the bench as another orgasm announced it’s self in short waves.
Adam was a sloppy eater. Just the way I liked.
Meaning his slurps were loud, his mouth was wide, his tongue was intrusive. He ate with half his face. Not just his mouth. Meaning his nose rubbed my clit as his tongue curled into my entrance. In, out, in, out.
I cried softly through my hands as I opened my eyes.
I wish I hadn’t.
I wish I hadn’t seen him looking right back at my as he plunged his tongue inside my hole. I wish I hadn’t felt the vibration of his moan. I wish I hadn’t seen the way, his tongue flattened as he moved my thighs. Up and down, rubbing my clit against his flat tongue. His green eyes clouded with desire. His expression as if he was going to cum himself.
I wish I hadn’t seen all that.
But fuck, i’m so glad I did.
My back arched off the bench as my ass shook. I brought my hands up and held his head there. Grinding against his face to prolong my orgasm.
“Fuck!”
He quickly reached out and clamped his hand over my mouth.
My eyes widened, but I couldn’t stop coming.
But I heard it too. The doors of the rink being pushed open, he lowered my legs quickly and laid on top of me.
Oh god, oh fucking god, no way.
I was too busy cuming to do anything about.
“Sshhh….ssshhhhh” he laughed softly, his face against my cheek.
I shook my head. My body still twitching.
I’d told him. I’d told him no. I’d said it. I swear.
I’d said no we can’t, somebody will come in.
He promised me they wouldn’t. He said nobody comes to practice before seven. He said he’s the only one that’s been coming at 5:30 for the past two months. He swore he was.
What is he doing? What is he—- I shook my head against his clamped hand, as his other hand fumbled between our legs. What was he messing with? What was he doing?
He lifted his head slightly at the voices of the two players faint, on the other side, his nose against mine, his lips talking against the back of his hand.
“Yes?” He whispered nodding. I watched him pull out and drop his white cup to the floor. I wanted to gasp but couldn’t.
I shook my head. I could feel his erection on my thigh.
He smiled.
Fuck why was he so sexy?
“Yes?” He said again, moving his hips side to side as he shoved down his pants and black hocky jocks simultaneously. He struggled a bit because they were both will fitted on his body.
I shook my head, grabbing his shoulders trying to push him off.
His smile grew bigger, as he managed to lower them enough that his dick popped out . He lowered it a bit more as he grabbed the base of his dick and rubbed his wet head against my already slippery entrance.
He stuck his tongue out and grinned.
Fuck that was so sexy. But he couldn’t!
“Yes?”
I shook my head as he rubbed the head through my pussy lips and moaned softly, his brows furrowing together. He looked down at me still shaking my head.
“Fuck you’re so wet.” He whispered. “I almost came.”
Fuck, fuck I want it. My head shake slowed down as I involuntarily moved my hips.
He shuddered and closed his eyes. “Okay.” He whispered happily as he poked my entrance. Several time, the head going in and out, teasing me.
Why did just the tip feel so good?
‘No’ I tried to yell against his hand, as I continued to shake my head. My pussy was weeping. It was ready. It was ready to suck him the fuck in.
“Yes.” He whispered in my ear as he thrust hard into me.
Even his hand couldn’t completely muffle the sound I let out.
“Hey you hear something?”
He panted against my face as he fucked me hard. I mean he was ramming into my pussy as if his dick was not almost too big. My walls were stretched. He was so thick. I mean i’d sucked it, but for the first time fuck, he just fucking plunged.
The initial pain, just added to the sensational feel of his dick stretching me wide as it swallowed him like the good little kitty it was.
“Awww fuck….” He whispered into my ear, so low it didn’t even cause a ringing sound. “I missed this.”
Missed this? Shit was I his first actual sexual intercourse after getting out the coma?
He groaned as his hips pounded into me almost possessively…almost like he knew exactly what my pussy wanted.
Fuck, he was good!
He kissed my chin, to lower his panting as he established the perfect rythmn.
His balls slapped against my wet ass. The wet sound of pure unadulterated fucking was unmistakable. It felt so fucking good, I almost forgot two players had walked in. Almost.
“Anybody here?”
“You hear that? I swear I hear something?”
“Is it coming from over there?”
Fuck! Fuck! I was going to die of embarrassment.
I wanted to push him off. But his moans were so fucking sexy. His dick was so fucking good. The sound. Jesus the sound of us fucking. Of his balls slapping against my ass. I swear I was trying to push him off. But my legs tightened around his waist. I loved this shit. I loved the way he was fucking me. I fucking loved it!
“Ohhhh fuuuccckkk.” He moaned digging deeper.
“Aye! Who’s there?”
“Is it the penalty box?”
Oh my god!
Everything, everything about this was making my body cream.
I shook as I locked my arms around his neck and clung to him.
“Yes…yes….fuck…” I cried softly into his ear. I licked his ear.
He bucked widly.
I bit it and he fucked me into the bench. I didn’t care, I didn’t care that this bench against my back was pure torture. It didn’t even matter.
I moaned into his wet ear. “I love the way you fuck me.”
That must have undid him. He wrapped his arm around me and lifted me up.
I cried out as I now straddled him, my thighs wider, as his dick moved in at a different angle slamming into me. There was no mistaken what was happening on this bench, in this penalty box.
“Yo….hey!”
“Aww shit! No way!”
He leaned his back against the wall of the penalty box as he groaned loudly, not even trying to control himself.
Their voices were getting closer too fast! Why were they rushing?! Stop coming closer you perverts stop!
“Hey! Y’all fucking?!”
I shook my head. “Please.” I whispered panting. “Please….” Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop. I already knew he wasn’t going to stop.
“Don’t you want them to see how good, i’m fucking you?” He panted his hands gripping my waist.
I could barely talk as I pressed my mouth into his shoulder to drown out my cries as he put one hand down on the bench. Lifted his ass, supporting both our weights as he fucked me midair. His hips rocking away. Those fucking balls of his slapping me with every thrust. I swear I’m gonna suck on them real good some day.
I shook as I came hard, not in waves, but a full ass storm roared through me. My pussy wantonly taking his dick in and out of me at a rapid speed, until he fucked the orgasm through. My body tingling as any semblance of control left my body and I was puddy in his arms.
I could hear the two guys coming closer through the aisle. Thank fucking god they hadn’t laced up yet and weren’t on the ice. Thank fucking god, we were on the opposite side of the main door. Thank you for the best orgasm via penetration i’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
He dropped his ass back on the bench, quickly reached for my jacket and threw it over my head. Covering me against his chest as he jerked and moaned, grunting as he shot inside me. It was okay. Gods couldn’t get impregnated by humans.
“Larsson?”
They were so close. Their voice hesitant. Shocked in awe. I knew they could see the top half of the penalty box, enclosed by the clear tempered glass.
“Yo what the fuck Larsson man….yo really?”
“Yoooo!”
Adam panted loudly leaning against the back of the penalty box as I rested my covered head against his rapidly rising and falling chest covered by his tight fighting long sleeve underarmour.
He put his hand lazily over my covered head and turned to his teammates. “A little privacy…” he panted hard.
The two players laughed in shock.
“Yo!”
“What the fuck?!”
“Go, turn around.” He told them breathlessy as his dick twitched inside me.
“Yo man you’re wild!”
Okay I had long sleeves on, they couldn’t tell it was me. I was naked from the bottom down, but they couldn’t see my legs. Could they? I didn’t think so, the walls were high enough before the tempered glass extension. Fuck! Fuck! Why was I the only black figure skater….it’s okay…it’s okay, I can be any black college girl right now. I can be anyone.
“You saw who it was?”
“Naw you?”
“Go all the way back!” Adam called out.
“Yo better wipe that fucking bench Larsson. Damn you wild. He’s wild!”
But all I heard in their voices was amazement and disbelief.
“Wanna go again?” He whispered.
I hit his chest and lifted my ass slightly, trying to hold back a moan. We both looked down as his limp dick fell out of me, followed by a thick trail of my juice mixed with his sperm.
He licked his lip and grabbed his dick. Adam lifted his hip to rub the head of his dick against my entrance once more. It dared to go back in while soft.
“You’re wild bro!”
“Respect!”
“Who is it?”
“Is it Zoe?”
“Medecii that you?”
I could hear them yelling curiously. They’d moved back but not all the way back. They were too intrigued.
“Mind your business!” Adam called out as I scooted back, his dick once more falling out. I quickly dropped to the floor and grabbed my leggings.
Adam stood up and dared to stretch contently. His arms lazily in the air, while his pants remained around his thigh just below his butt, and dick hung over my head. I hit his thigh.
“I can’t believe i’m seeing this shit.”
“You think you some kind of pornstar?”
Adam turned, limp dick swinging. Even limp, he had a lil something to show. “Y’all wanna turn? Why y’all still looking?”
“Crazy man. Crazy.”
He bent down and grabbed his cup on the ground. He smiled at me trying to put on my unerwear and then my leggings while refusing to get up above a squat.
I managed, but you can’t blame me for dripping all over the floor.
He inserted his cup back into the pocket of his hockey strap.
That’s right. Protect that national treasure young man.
He pulled up his pants as I pulled on my thin socks. I quickly grabbed my lightweight gloves and put them on.
I watched as he sat on the edge of the bench and laced back up, although not fully
“Carry me over me.” I whispered keeping my jacket over my head.
He smiled and nodded.
I quickly grabbed my skates, placed the thick soakers on the blades and hugged them to my chest, trying to hide the boot color as I stood. They were not about to figure out who I was.
He stood up off the bench, bent towards me and scooped me up bridal style.
“Whoooooo!”
“Congratulations!”
“You fucking horndogs!”
I heard them whistling as he adjusted my jacket over me. Fuck I could never wear this jacket again.
He slid out onto the ice as I’m sure they watched from the sideline trying to get a peek.
“Shut-up.” He said. But even I could hear the laughter in his voice. I knew his ass was grinning.
“Medecii that you?”
“You two nasty!”
“Turn around.” He told them as he stopped.
Then he put me over the rink, carefully letting me get to me feet. He grinned down at me, but I didn’t wait as I scrambled my ass over to the door.
“Awww she’s running!”
I didn’t stop until I burst into the girls locker room, my back against the door, panting hard.
No fucking way did that just happen.
**
Greta slammed her tray down at the table causing all of us to jump slightly and look up. The 5’1 blond girl grinned mischievously and put her arms out. “I know you guys have all seen the news blowing up on the fan page.” She laughed and pulled out her chair as she sat between Alan and Heath.
I lowered my head and continued eating my chicken cesear salad. We’d all just arrived within minutes of each other. Sitting at our usual designated figure skater lunch table. We might have just arrived but the exciting buzz of spicy rumor had been unmistakable the entire first half of the morning. Thank God, I only had two classes this morning.
Everybody and their mother, yes even the nosy ass teachers were looking at every single female skater a little longer today. A questioning, curious glance. A nervous, jittery, seemingly cocaine fueled energy.
Who was it?
It had spread like wildfire on the hockey fan page by big mouth Fez Sanchez.
-hey which of you sexy ass ladies was in the penalty box at 6:15 a.m? (Between 5’3 and 5’6, figure skater body, I know it was one of yall. Black leggings navy jacket)
That’s all the message read.
-that early? Yeah probably a figure skater.
-why?
-why what happened? They left something?
-how you know the height?
-what happened in the penalty box?
But then by 9:00 am. The fan page went wild.
- I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PENALTY BOX!!!!!
-what happened?
-did the hockey players finally talk?
-where you get your source from?
-I just overheard coach Melway chewing out Larsson’s ass!
-what you hear?
-something anout him fucking in the penalty box!
-no way!
-noooooo somebody already got to him!
-that fucking slut!
-yeah! Larsson was at Student Affairs today for a meeting with Kesley!
-I saw him there too!
-what did he really fuck somebody in the penalty box?
-he’s so fucking hot. Shit i’ll fuck him there too!
-why is he the only one getting in trouble? Who was the bitch?
-nobody knows
-I better it was a figure skater
-oh def a figure skater
-I think it was zoe
-I think so too!
-they were cozy at the party this weekend!
-I was going to say zoe too!
-she said it wasn’t her.
-of course she’ll say that
-who else could it be?
-aaaahhhh fucking sluts need to leave my husband alone! Larsson is mine! I’m gonna have his baby!!.
Everyone at the table all turned their eyes to Zoe eating her greek yogurt and granola mixture calmly. Our captain looked around and sighed. She put her spoon down.
“It wasn’t me.” She said.
Was it just me….or….it didn’t look like she was denying it too strongly.
Kelly nudged my leg. I nudged her back.
“Are you sure?” Greta grinned mischievously.
Honestly if I didn’t know the truth I would have asked the same question. I drank my Aquarius calmly.
Zoe laughed in disbelief. “It’s not me! It’s not….”
“Don’t you sometimes practice early in the mornings?” Helen asked slyly.
“I didn’t practice this morning.” Zoe answered returning her attention back to her cup.
The team snickered, darted eyes at each other. I joined them, looking around curiously. Kelly chuckled.
“Was it you?” Tobias asked her incredulously.
I had this huge huge suspicion he was in love with her, even though he was Ellie’s partner, but couldn’t understand why he never said or made a move.
Kelly smiled. “Maybe.”
“What if it’s not even a figure skater?” Ellie pointed out.
“Who else would go to the ice rink at that time?”
“A crazy fan?” I offered up. They turned to me.
“Yeah.” Otto added as he leaned back in his chair. “Or his girlfriend.” Their attention didn’t linger on me as they turned to Otto and then everybody started talking at once.
“It could be anybody.”
“No, but we can feel it’s one of us.”
“Who is it? We’re family, speak.”
“Maybe it’s me!” Greta grinned flinging her hair back.
Alan rolled his eyes. “With your short ass?”
The table all laughed as she hit his arm.
“Zoe come on be honest, captain my dearest.”
“It wasn’t me.”
“Bella, was it Zoe?”
Bella shrugged. “I don’t know.” She smiled.
“Oh my god!”
Zoe’s mouth dropped open at her best friend as they shared a look.
“I said I don’t know!” Bella laughed. “It’s not her! I don’t know.”
“You’re her best friend!”
“Nah I don’t believe yall.”
“It’s not me.”
“Nobody thought is was you Wilma, shut-up.” Helen snapped.
Yeah….Wilma uhm….might have gotten caught sucking Heath’s dick last month. Helen and Heath were a couple…used to….used to be a couple. Now they were just partner skaters.
“Skaters!”
We all turned to Frida, the manager of the hockey fan page. She came over seriously, arms across her chest, her cat eye black framed glasses fit her so well, it was actually a beautiful sight to see. She shot Zoe a long look and then scanned the rest of the girls at the table. “Was it any of you?”
“No.” We all sang out in a chorus.
We also noticed that the lunch room had gotten unnecessarily quiet.
And then a gasp.
We all turned around.
The hockey team entered.
Kelly sighed happily. “Aahhh, finally some good fucking entertainment.”
The hockey team walked together as they always did, albeit a little less boisterous than usual knowing they were they center of attention.
They?
The actual center.
Right there with Brett, front and center.
He dared to look sexy.
He dared to look confident.
He dared to smirk.
The students were eating it all up.
Shit, even I couldn’t stop looking at him as Kelly’s kneee just kept tapping mine.
It was so hard to bite back a smile.
They came closer. The cafeteria held it’s breath.
Closer.
Shit even the servers at the counters were watching.
Closer.
Up to our table.
Silence our silence.
Every single one of those boys turned their heads almost in unison as they looked at our table.
Adam’s eyes landed on Helen.
Everybody looked.
Wilma.
Turn.
Zoe.
Whispers started. She flipped her hair back and stared at her tray, not meeting his eyes.
Me.
I stared right back at him calmly.
Kelly squeezed my knee.
Otto turned his head to me.
Adam’s mouth twitched.
He shifted his last gaze to Kelly who smirked at him.
He chuckled softly and looked away. They all moved as a team to their table just down 2 tables from ours.
Tobias frowned.
“He didn’t look at me.”
“Me neither.”
“Same.”
“I also didn’t get a look.”
“Kristen you’re a lesbian.”
“He doesn’t know that.”
“He’s just playing us.” I stated with a shrug.
“Maybe it’s me.” Kelly grinned.
“It probably is you.” Otto chuckled as he bit his sandwich
The buzz resumed loudly, people looked back and forth between our tables and the hockey table.
“Is it really Zoe?”
“He looked last at Kelly.”
“It’s definitely a figure skater.”
“I think it’s Zoe. He looked at her longer.”
“Yeah he did.”
“He looked at Helen first.”
Helen smirked and dug into her greek yogurt.
I think Adam might have restored her confidence just a bit.
Heath looked at her and frowned.