YOU FOR ME

CONNOR

I wasn't a hockey person. 

I loved playing and watching outdoor games, but not hockey. Any other thing can work, not just hockey. 

Nevertheless, I had travelled to Norway with the Langfords to support Eddy's younger brother's game which was upon request by the director.

He had texted me about it, and because Lola was going too, I knew I had to be there.

Eddy might be right. I was there because of his wife, but there was a continuation of that truth Eddy didn't bother to add.

I was there because I wanted to make sure his wife was protected from him.

Through the flight, I had noticed Lola's discomfort, but I didn't get the opportunity to ask her why even until we had to watch skating on the ice.

When I became fed up pretending like I was enjoying the practice game, I excused myself and went in search of even greater fun.

"Miss what?" she asked, the tension in her voice breaking apart.

"Get here first," I urged, leaning against the closest wall to me.

"What did you say?" her voice was too loud, and there were loud distractions too from the background. "I'm so sorry. Connor, not you. Ouch! Sorry, I need to get through here." 

"Are you okay?" I asked, listening to her detailed breathing and imagining how much chaos she had to handle to find a quiet place for phone calls. More than that, stroking myself lightly to how broken her breathing was and how thin her voice wrapped around them.

"Yes, Connor," she took a deep breath. "I can hear you now."

I gasped, pulling my hand away from the swell underneath my pants and shoving them deep into the pocket of my jacket.

"Can we meet up for a second? I figured you weren't enjoying the game as much as I thought you would."

Silence.

It took longer than it should, I thought she was going to turn me down and have me wanking off under the shower like a loser.

"Where are you?" her breathing was unsteady, it might have given me the wrong impression.

I looked around me, swallowing a sigh.

"It's close to the stadium. Kind of like a public kitchen," I finally said, feeling rather stupid.

"A what?"

"Yes. That was what I was told," I replied.

"Give me a minute," she said again, and then, the line went dead.

Sighing, I stared at the screen of my phone like it could show me what the next couple of minutes had in store for me.

A heaviness tightened between my legs, a heaviness I needed my best friend's wife to help me off-load.

The room was dark, except for the lines of lights that slipped through its windows from the brightly lit giant street lights outside. 

I was leaning against one of the long tables, my legs crossed over my erection as if holding it still for the right time when I heard the door creaked open.

More lights pulled into the room from the outside through the opened door, but only the shadow of whosoever it was stood tall across the doorpost.

My heart was beating fast at the thought of the disappointment of Lola not ever coming.

I gasped loudly when she finally let herself in, pushing the door shut behind her, the lights disappearing instantly like a launch sign into shameless secrets and uncontrollable desires.

"You found me," I smiled, holding myself back from grabbing her and shoving my cock right into her mouth while I watched her gag on my release in a harmless struggle.

"We're lucky," she replied simply, carefully examining the room from one corner to another.

The weight of my hardness felt warm between my thighs — I rocked one of my legs over the other to buy time.

"The kitchen was built for the athletes, but many of them, after the games, are not interested in the in-house meals. So, this place is almost never in use."

I didn't care about whatever tale she just told. I was more interested in what was going on in her mind. She was saying one thing, but it was obvious her eyes said something else.

I noticed how they were fixed on my lower body, and I couldn't help but feel like I was naked with my balls dangling between my thighs.

I took a step towards her, but immediately, she looked away. I was in time to catch how flushed her cheeks had become though.

She sighed wearily. It felt like she was fighting it.

Shaking my head, I turned my back to her, staring blankly at the wall before me.

A warmth wave charged through my body as she slipped her hand around my waist, her body pressing hard into mine from behind.

Holding my breath instantly, scared that breathing would cause her to change her mind, I turned to stare into her flushed face.

"Let's get on it already," she muttered with a shaky voice.

I grabbed her waist and helped her up the table, getting up myself almost immediately.

Her breathing was ragged and needy.

Slowly, I pushed her legs apart, the shape of her p*ssy swollen and outlined against the leggings she wore. I swallowed hungrily, tracing the sight with my fingers. She whimpered.

"Connor---Con---nor!"

Completely unbuckling, I pushed down my pants, digging my left hand into my boxers to fetch my gun.

With my free hand, I drew her pants down too, pulling my load out in the same exact moment her p*ssy came into my view.

She was drenched. I was leaking hard.

"F*ck!" I sighed, throwing my head back in utter helplessness.

With her legs, she clasped me closer and secure, grabbing the edges of the table tight.

I gave my cock a couple of quick strokes, positioning myself well between her thighs.

An impatient moan escaped her throat. I smirked, my heart beating very fast.

With two fingers, I pinched the film of thick come covering the face of her p*ssy. She jerked, aching her body up desperately.

I gave my cock another series of quick strokes, making sure it was well lubricated with the sticky gel-like liquid that dripped continuously from the head.

She gasped hard,l when I finally pushed through her, going back and forth with every strength I had in me.

The sound of her muffled moaning filled the room, leaving me even messier and reluctant to let go.

We went again and again until her limbs were shaking, a pool of come gathered on the table top and the clock ticking fast past time.

We had to go, and pretend like the moment never happened.

I couldn't wait for the next time.

I hoped there'd be one.