Chapter 27 - Post Game Celebration
POST-GAME CELEbrATION
MATS
I MAKE MY WAY OUT OF THE DRESSING ROOM. OVERALL, I FEEL GREAT; SCORING A BIG GOAL IN A BIG game is any player’s dream. But underlying all that, I’m a little worried about Cleo. Is she here waiting for me?
The hallway is a lot more crowded than usual, since some players have extra family and friends here. People immediately start congratulating me on my goal, so it’s slow going.
There’s a familiar floral scent as Lana puts a hand on my arm.
Congratulations, Roy, she says with a brilliant smile.
Thanks, Lana. When I look at her now, all I feel is relief that we’re over. I know what I need in a relationship—the ease of being myself, of not contorting to fit someone else’s expectations. But I don’t resent Lana; she was part of my emotional journey. I genuinely wish her happiness.
Breaking contact, I move forward. Maybe, someday, we’ll become friends. But right now, I have more important things to do.
I search the crowd until I finally find Cleo, and then I wonder how I ever missed seeing her.
She’s glowing, a bright beacon of light in the grey halls.
Her smile tells me everything; that her day went well and she’s herself again.
I close the distance between us, and Cleo pushes forward too.
When we’re inches apart, she flings herself at me and throws her arms around my neck.
Her hug dissolves my nervousness, and I pull her tight to me.
Mats! Game-winning goal!
I grin down at her. And it was a slap shot. Proving the doubters wrong.
She blushes. Am I never going to live that down? There’s nothing wrong with your slap shot. It’s fire.
I chuckle. Just being with Cleo again makes me feel even happier.
How did your big day go? I ask.
Good. We get the results on Monday, so hopefully that ends my suspension and I can get back on the ice with my team.
Amen to that, says her teammate Caroline, who is arm-in-arm with Murph. Nice goal, Mats.
Thanks. I was set up by the best. I slap Murph on the shoulder.
See you at the pub? he asks.
Of course. I let go of Cleo and we walk towards the lobby. Is that okay with you?
Fuck yeah. We need to celebrate tonight, she says.
But maybe we could take a few minutes by ourselves first? Just to get everything straight? I suggest.
Oh, I thought you were the guy who didn’t like to label relationships, she teases.
Hey, you’re not the only one who can change. I’m ready to nail things down. I glance around. Too bad there’s no privacy here.
She bites her lip. I know the perfect place.
Cleo leads me to the referee’s room. It’s a tiny room where the officials get changed and relax between periods.
There’s a main space with lockers and folding chairs, and a miniscule shower and bathroom.
The officials left long ago, but there’s still a faint odour of sweat and old skates.
Luckily, it’s something we’re both very used to.
Should I ask how you know about this room? I wonder.
People who prank teammates sometimes need a safe place to hide, she confesses.
We sit down on folding chairs and face each other. I take her hands in mine and get right to the point.
So, are we back together?
She nods enthusiastically. I got over my worries by reversing our positions. If you were in trouble, I’d want to be by your side. And I’d never worry about my reputation either.
You’re a good person. We know that, so it doesn’t matter what other people think, I reply.
Well, soon they’ll have the proof that I’m not all hyped up on drugs.
No, you’re only hyped up on your natural energy. Energy that I admire so much.
And arena cheese fries.
I wince. Of course she loves those calorie bombs.
Cleo’s expression grows serious. I’ve learned my lesson, though. I’ve done some stupid things for my brother, things I’m not proud of now. But that won’t happen again.
I squeeze her hands. Don’t be so hard on yourself. We do things for the people we love because we trust them. It’s not your fault that Jordan wasn’t the man he should have been.
She sighs contentedly. This is the happiest I’ve been in a week.
I know. Life felt colourless without you.
Fuck. You’re always going to be better at words than me, so I’ll just keep saying ditto.
We both laugh. This is Cleo at her most beautiful: funny, spirited, and as pure as fresh snow.
I lean forward and kiss her, tasting her sweet mouth. Oh, I missed this. She kisses me back, then nips at my lower lip.
I lean my forehead against hers. As good as this feels, I don’t want to get too excited right now when there’s no outlet. Now that we’re back together, we have time. Shall we go to the pub now?
With half-closed eyes, she smiles and grabs the front of my dress shirt. You know, I’ve always wanted to do it at the arena.
Here? This room is hardly inviting. The folding chairs would probably break under our combined weight, and the rubber mats on the concrete floor look like a health hazard. Wouldn’t you prefer a bed?
Beds are for the weak, scoffs Cleo. She runs her hands over my thighs. A guy with quads like these could fuck me standing up.
Maybe, but Cleo is a pretty big girl. I can’t imagine holding her up the whole time.
I don’t know, I hedge.
Please, Mats? I have a whole fantasy in mind—and it’s hot.
The low, sensual promise in her voice convinces me. I never know what Cleo will dream up next.
Let’s do it, then, I agree.
She flashes me a dirty grin. Okay, let me get ready. She starts shedding clothes, quickly as usual. But when I start to unbutton my shirt, she grabs my wrist. No, just me. You stay dressed.
When she undoes her bra, I can’t help but reach out to hold a pillowy breast in each hand, gently squeezing her softness. I trace my fingertip around those fat nipples.
God, that already feels so good, she murmurs as she sheds her pants and thong, leaving her only in short boots. Somehow the contrast of the heavy black footwear makes her look even more naked, her flesh pale and vulnerable.
She circles her arms around my neck. Press me up against the wall. Treat me rough. Fuck me hard. That’s what I really want. There’s a hunger in Cleo’s eyes I’ve never seen before, a molten desire.
I hesitate, worried that what she wants is some kind of penance for every issue we’ve been through. I don’t want to shame her fantasy, but I ask, Are you sure?
She steps even closer, and the feel of her naked body against my clothed one is fast overcoming my scruples. Her face tilts up so she can speak softly into my ear. Yes. You’re the only person I’d ask. I know you respect me.
I nod, my throat too dry to answer. Trust can uncork all our deepest fantasies. And dominating Cleo is a fantasy that I’d never ask for, even as the idea unleashes something dark and fiery within me.
I lift her, cupping her bare ass in my hands as Cleo wraps her legs around my waist. I walk us over to the wall and push her up against it, sloppily kissing her open mouth, then her throat as she gasps.
Offer those tits up to me, I command, and she reacts with a delighted moan. With one hand clinging to my neck, she raises her breasts with the other. I duck my head down and suck hard, working one of her amazing nipples into a stiff point. Then I bring my mouth to the other as Cleo cries out.
I lower her feet to the ground and press her bare shoulders against the cold cinderblock wall. She looks so hot right now, her nipples stiff and a faint glisten of desire between her legs.
Did you do this? I point to the shiny wetness on my suit pants where she was wide open against me a moment ago.
Cleo’s eyes widen and she nods.
Then fix it. Get on your knees and clean me off, I command coldly. I don’t even know where this shit is coming from, but right now it feels like I could do or say anything. We’re totally free.
She obediently drops to her knees before me and starts to lick at my pants.
My cock is practically bursting through the zipper to get to her mouth, so I unzip and yank down my boxer briefs.
Cleo opens her mouth and takes me in, slicking my cock with her saliva and then jerking the base with her hands.
She looks up at me, her eyes liquid with desire and her mouth full of cock, and asks a barely intelligible question: More?
I nod, since words fail me right now. The blood in my brain is rushing down to my cock.
She tilts her head back and somehow takes even more of me inside. She’s fucking deep-throating me again. My head drops back and I groan. My beautiful Cleo is a fantasy come true.
I revel in the sensations, but this time, I don’t want to come, so I finally cradle her face in my hands and ease her away. I raise her up and she stands shakily. Her whole body is taut with need.
Fuck. That was incredible, I choke out. She leans in and I kiss her tenderly, relishing the softness of her mouth. Time to fulfill Cleo’s fantasies.
I spin her around. Hands on the wall, ass out, I say gruffly.
She follows my command immediately, bending over so that her ass juts out enticingly.
You want to be fucked? I ask.
God, yes, she groans. She looks back at me over her shoulder and her pupils are blown.
Then beg for it.
Please, Mats. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. She wiggles her ass and spreads her legs wider so I can see the glistening pink of her pussy.
How can I resist? I grab a condom from my jacket and roll it on, then I stand between her spread legs. I slide only the tip into her warmth and Cleo pushes back against me, hungry for more cock.
I smack her rounded ass cheek sharply and the sound rings out as she gasps.
Keep still, I snap. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.
And I make her wait, feeling the trembling of Cleo’s body as she tries to keep completely motionless. I know how much she loves fucking, so this must be a real trial for her.
Finally, I grip her hips tightly and plunge into her as we both cry out in pleasure.
She’s so hot, wet, and tight inside. I fuck her in steady thrusts, feeling her clench around my cock.
I push deep, and each time I pull out almost to the brink Cleo moans in protest, like she needs to be filled at all times.
You love cock, don’t you? I growl.
She turns to look at me, her expression hazy with desire. Only your cock. I love your big, thick cock, she pants.
At first, I keep my hands on her hips, so I can move her all over my aching cock.
But I’ve missed feeling every curve of her glorious body.
I slow my thrusts so I can lean down and get my hands on her soft breasts as they swing back and forth.
I cup and squeeze them, then pinch her stiff nipples hard enough to make her cry out.
I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw her naked.
Fuuuck, she moans.
I slap her ass cheek, and her body jerks as she lets out a soft squeal. I slap the other cheek and she jumps again, the motion delicious against my aching cock.
I spank her ass over and over, alternating cheeks until my palms are hot and stinging. But they’re not as sore as Cleo’s ass, which is flushed red and glowing. I pull out and drop to my knees to kiss the hot flesh of her ass and then tongue her pussy and clit until she screams that she’s coming.
Oh god, Mats, she breathes, barely able to stand. Her arms are still planted against the wall. I stand and tilt her hips up to the exact right angle.
My turn, angel, I coo. I thrust into her again, going at a relentless pace that feels incredible. But Cleo’s into it too, moaning and thrusting back against me. God, it’s so intense.
Her hair is up in a high ponytail, and I wrap the braid around my hand and tug, so her head is tilted back and her body curves into an arc. The sight of her like this—arched back, reddened ass, sweat-slick skin, body straining against mine—is so incredibly hot.
I’m about to blow, so I reach down and stroke her clit. I want to make sure this is really good for her, because I know that I want to fuck her exactly like this again and again.
Oh, oh, oh, Cleo gasps as she rockets to her climax.
I tease her swollen clit as I pound even harder into her, and then we both cry out.
I hold myself deep as I come incredibly hard, feeling her clench around me.
Then I practically collapse onto her back.
After a second, I straighten and twist us around, so that I’m holding her as we lean against the cold wall.
Why is it so good with you? I ask hoarsely.
But I already know the answer. Cleo is an adventure. She’s frustrating and impressive. We argue and we laugh. We make the sweetest love, and we fuck hard and dirty. And we’re both addicted to what we have together.
She’s already retrieving her clothes. Come on. Let’s go celebrate your win.
That wasn’t the celebration? I can’t stop smiling.
Cleo kisses me. You can have more than one celebration. Especially when you score the game winner.