Cross
I’m not gonna lie: winning is fun. My ears are ringing with the cries of the audience screaming at us, my blood pumping in my veins. It feels a hell of a lot better than I remember, or I would have made more of an effort to chase the high again.
Markus also had the time of his life, delighted to have been asked to let it all out for once.
“Beasts, indeed,” our coach says, clapping my shoulder hard enough to bruise. “Guys, I never want to see your lazy bullshit again now that I know what you’re capable of.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I reply, rolling my eyes as I skate to the other side of the rink.
He’ll be disappointed when he sees it’s a one-off, but he gets paid either way.
“Hi,” I greet Lily.
By the sorrowful look in her green eyes, she might as well be attending someone’s funeral, which makes me chuckle.
“Did you enjoy the game, Lily darling?”
She swallows. “Not particularly, no.”
“What a shame.” I lean towards her. “Our win’s entirely thanks to you, you know.”
She sets her jaw. “You could have won any time you wanted to.”
“Not without motivation.” I shrug. “It’s not that easy to inspire a dozen wealthy, popular guys who have no intention of going pro into moving their asses for no reason.”
We purposely don’t attempt to win because the other teams are full of serious players who actually need to impress pro recruiters. It’s not fair for us to steal their chances. But, well, sucks to be you, Dragons. Lily forced our hands today.
“Come on, darling.” I skate to the door and offer her my hand.
“I can’t—” she stammers. “I don’t have my skates on me.”
I grin. “Are you gonna be a chicken? Up you go.”
She gets to her feet ever so slowly. When she takes my hand, I pull her to me and lift her up.
“I can walk!” Lily protests.
The crowd goes wild as I skate all the way across to join the team, heading to the changing room.
“Nonsense,” I dismiss. “Wouldn’t want to get you all wet. Not your shoes, in any case. Hold on, Lily darling.”
“You can’t possibly mean that you intent to make me—”
I snort.
No one made her utter that specific joke or agree to our bet, and she knows it, but she loves to make herself sound like the victim of our agreements.
This time, I refuse to let her. “Did you or did you not lose a bet, Lily darling?”
“I—I didn’t know you could win.”
I roll my eyes. “That was a simple yes or no question, love.”
Whistles and clapping erupt as we enter the changing room, and I lower Lily to a bench, my face inches from hers.
“Did you or did you not lose a bet?” I repeat.
Her lower lip quivers. “I did. But—”
“Tut, tut.” I straighten up. “Your mouth has a duty to fulfill.”
I don’t even bother to remove my helmet, lowering the padded protective pants to my knees as she gasps. I see the rest of the team starting to undress, some of them shedding their helmets, pants or jerseys first.
Lily doesn’t look around, keeping her eyes on me as I fist my cock, rock hard since the moment we won.
I half expect her to pout and pretend she can’t handle a cock again. Not this time. She brings both hands above mine and twists her palms around the shaft with a firm grasp. Groaning, I let go of my cock, just as she brings her lips to it and sucks.
Fuck.
Her tongue flicks the tip as she widens her mouth and takes it in deeper, those green eyes of hers fixed on her task behind her glasses. It’s only then that I realize what she’s doing: concentrating on me so she doesn’t have to pay attention to our audience.
That won’t do. I want to see her do just what she boasted she would. Suck the whole team. Every single one of us.
I gently take her wrists, guiding her hands away from my shaft, before nodding to Nate on my left. Understanding me, my friend thrusts his cock into her palm.
My balls tighten as I watch Lily grasp it.
“Aren’t you gorgeous?” I praise her, not missing the glint in her eyes. “Now how about you let our goalie feel that perfect mouth too, darling?”
I slide out of her mouth, and to my left, Damian steps forward to press the head of his cock against her lips.
Lily keeps her eyes on me, glaring as if to convey her belief that everything is my fault. I snigger.
“Such a perfect slut,” I whisper. “Now, Lily darling, wouldn’t you say your clothes are in the way?”
She tears her mouth away from Damian’s shaft and snaps, “What? That wasn’t part of the agreement!”
“True enough. It’s entirely up to you if you want to go home absolutely drenched in jizz.” I shrug. “There are over a dozen cocks about to come all over you.”
She finally looks around and flushes as the truth of her situation hits.
There might be six players on the ice at any given time, but we rotate players through the game.
In total, there are fifteen of us, and everyone’s here, even Markus.
He won’t touch her—he exclusively fucks Dez—but that won’t stop him from watching, and in all likelihood, shooting his load on her face like the rest of us.
“All right,” she agrees reluctantly. “Just my top.”
She lets go of our cocks to start to undress but I stop her.
“Let me do it for you. You just keep sucking like a good little team player.”
She doesn’t thank me for it, but she nonetheless returns to her task as instructed.
Lily’s wearing a leather jacket over a long-sleeved turtleneck, and thick opaque tights with a checkered skirt.
Damian pulls out of her mouth and I lower the jacket over her shoulders, and she lets go of my cock as well as Nate’s just for long enough for me to shed the two layers of clothing.
Underneath, her bra does little to conceal the swell of her fantastic round tits, and the guys notice.
They step closer, Lucas and Mateo’s cocks against her cheeks as they pump them, eagerly awaiting their turn.
“You know,” I drawl, as I watch her motionlessly allowing the intrusion into her mouth, “whether you make this fun or boring, we’re all going to come in that lovely mouth of yours. All you get to control is how long this takes.”
Lily sneers at me, but she nonetheless moved her head up and down the shaft, her hands moving to seek two cocks.
“Who knew you could do as you’re told?” I tease. “How’s her mouth, Noah?”
“Pretty hot,” he admits, “Too bad she doesn’t know what to do with it.”
“Isn’t it just?” I tilt my head. “Crying shame, when such a gorgeous woman with fantastic tits is a huge prude, isn’t it?”
“I’m not,” she snaps, as expected.
“I suppose not. You quite like getting licked out, don’t you, Lily darling? So I suppose you don’t like giving head. Only into receiving.”
I watch her blush. “That’s—I’m—”
“Proud. Selfish. I think we have a solution for our current predicament.” I give her my wickedest smirk. “Gentlemen. Our lady wants attention.”