Page 37 of Breaking the Ice

“Don't you know the story of how he got his Big Ben?” I know many stories about Toby, but not this one.

“I'm telling you, the guy's a complete idiot. Back when he played for London, he lost a bet, same stakes as Parker. The only difference was, he had to step onto the ice stark naked, no cup, no helmet. And guess what? He took a puck right to the family jewels.”

“Damn! That sounds brutal.”

“Yep. Ever since, he's been down to one bell - his ‘Big Ben’, as they call it.” It's not exactly a laughing matter, but I can't help but crack a smile.

“Once our audience is ready, we can continue!” Toby calls out to us.

“We're all set, babe! Let's get this show on the road!” Mandy signals to her beau. I steal a glance at Caleb. He's got his sights on Parker. I watch as Durand takes his position on a second red X, about 15 meters in front of the first. Toby, riding alongside him, raises a puck into the air.

“Parker's punishment is three shots!” he announces, handing Durand three of the rubber pucks and the golden stick. Then he looks towards the tech room. “Larry, let's go!” Larry, the janitor? In the next moment, a drumroll echoes through the hall. I have to admit, the guys have put some effort into this. Durand raises his stick and winds up as the drum roll crescendos. Then he strikes, with Larry adding a drumbeat for effect. He hits Parker on the shoulder. Parker jerks in pain.

“Fuck! You jerk!” he bellows, rubbing the red spot. Durand's second shot ricochets off Parker's helmet. If Parker wasn't wearing one, he'd probably be in the market for a new set of teeth. The third and final shot is the worst. It connects with Parker's thigh, clearly injuring him. Mandy and I jump up, alarmed to see blood trickling down his leg.

“It's okay, don't worry, just a little cut!” Toby reassures us. Just a little cut? Let’s hope he's right... “Ladies and gentlemen, I ask for a round of applause for Ethan Parker, who has settled his debt here!” The players clap, Parker rejoins the others, and Durand... He tosses his stick aside and makes a dash for the open door in front of us. He's trying to escape!

“Durand!” Toby's voice reverberates through the hall. “Don't you dare!” The Canadian stops right before the exit. His feverish gaze tells me he's weighing whether to stay or bolt. Too late, Toby catches up to him. “I'm warning you; you won't make it as far as you can piss until I drag you back by the balls,” the goalie growls. “A bet's a bet. That goes for maggots like you too. Now get back here.” He nudges him towards the team. Surprisingly, Durand gives in and returns.

“Let's carry on. Byers!” The defenseman approaches Toby, who has resumed his original spot between Parker and Durand. He hands Byers a red velvet cushion, on which rests an electric hair trimmer. “Now, onto Durand's bet: a bald head and shaved eyebrows! Parker!” He hands the giant pin the trimmer, steps aside, and gives a clear view. Mandy and I watch in fascination as Parker revs up the machine and places it against Durand's forehead. Durand tenses up and clenches his fists in desperation. Then the steady hum transitions into a duller noise, and Durand's flow is parted right down the middle. We watch, jaws dropping, as Parker systematically strips away the Canadian's dark locks, leaving him with nothing but mousey eyes. And a - as I notice for the first time - pretty crooked nose. No amount of muscles or tattoos can compensate for that. As soon as the duo exits the stage, the others leave the ice as well.

“What a show!” Mandy praises as her sweetheart, and Caleb, join us on the player's bench.

“Yeah, right? Those two really pulled it off,” he replies with a grin. “What's next? Shall we grab a drink together?”

“Sorry, buddy, not tonight,” Caleb answers. When I step up beside him, he wraps an arm around me.

“I understand,” Toby says, grinning broadly. He knows we have other plans. “That's fine. Baby, more time for us then.” He wiggles his blond brows and playfully swats his girlfriend's backside before they head off, leaving Caleb to look down at me.

“So, what do you say we head to my place?” His voice carries a dark undertone.

“Absolutely. I just need to grab something from the massage room real quick.” An enticing idea occurred to me earlier today, involving lots of warm oil and our naked bodies.

“Sounds good. I'll just change my shoes real quick.” He gestures to his training bag at the end of the player's bench.

“See you in a bit.” I rise on my tiptoes to give him a kiss and hurry downstairs to my massage room. Once there, I search the shelf for a suitable oil and find a natural almond oil. Perfect! Just as I'm about to grab the bottle, I sense I'm no longer alone. I turn around and see Caleb leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. He gives me a look that shoots straight between my legs. Suddenly, he pushes off and comes to me. Then he lifts me into his arms, heads back to the door, closes it, and locks it.

20

Caleb

“What's this? Is someone feeling impatient?” Emma teases, as I carry her to the table and gently lower her onto it. I don't answer, instead, I step between her legs and pull her shirt over her head. As my hands trace down her back to reach for the bra clasp, I lower my head and kiss her. Her taste feels like a firework in my mouth and makes my cock throb.

All day long I’ve been walking around with a hard on. One thought of Emma was enough to make it erect. Now I can’t and will not wait any longer. Her bra slides down her body and lands on the floor. My hands glide towards her breasts and pluck on her already hard nipples. This triggers a soft moan from my beauty. She lets go of me and directs her gaze at the door. She is worried someone could come and interrupt us. I will let you forget about everything but us, I think.

I unbutton her jeans. “Lift your ass,” I command and pull it off including the panties and her pumps. Then I kneel down, dive between her thighs and slide my tongue across her already wet hole. Fuck, I love her juice! I take care of Emma’s puffy pussy, indulge in her clitoris and make her pant heavily in minutes. Her hands run through my curls, pull eagerly on my hair while I drive her closer. But I don't have the intention to make her come like this. I rise and kiss her neck. Emma’s finger finds the zipper under my training jacket, open it and pull it from my shoulders. The next moment I feel her hands wander over my chest down to my waistband. Quickly I pull out a condom from my pants before my training shorts slide down to my ankles. I straighten up and see the desire in her eyes as she licks across her hand and reaches for my cock. I inhale sharply through my teeth. Her touch almost makes my dick explode. She plays with it, pushes me equally as fast as I pushed her. Then she takes the oil besides us, presses the bottleneck against my collarbone and lets the liquid drip down on me. With her free hand she spreads the marzipan smelling oil on my upper body. Meanwhile I put on the condom. I reach for her thigh, pull her to the edge of the massage table and with a single thrust I bury my cock inside her.

“Yes, Caleb!” she moans. Her hands on my neck, she lowers her gaze on my stiffy. She watches as I pump into her with increasing frequency, Holy shit, this girl is definitely not uptight. She enjoys watching as I fuck her. This realization makes me even harder. After a few more thrusts, she pushes me away and jumps from the massage table.

“What's the matter?” I ask perplexed. But Emma just gives me a seductive smile, jumps in her pumps and turns around to present me her backside. Then she hands me the oil and leans with her arms on the massage table. Now I have her wonderful butt in front of me.

I immediately understand what she wants, open the bottle, and soak the rose on her lower back with oil. I draw a trail downward, stopping only when the oil reaches her ass cheeks. Then I hand her the bottle back and spread the liquid on her ass. A stunning view, her skin, the tribal tattoo with the rose, the dreamcatcher on her left cheek, all covered by a shiny thin film. I can't hold back any longer, I thrust in her tight pussy while I grab her tighter by the hips with every following push. This position must drive her wild since she immediately starts breathing heavier. I caress her butt, spread it a bit so I can see her anus. Fuck, I can't help it, I have to touch it. Then I push the tip of my finger in. This finishes Emma off. “God, yes!” I feel her pussy gripping tighter and her muscles clenching as she comes. Carefully I pull my finger out of her. Just as I try to grab her hips to finish myself, she escapes my grip a second time.

“Emma...?”

“Shh.” With a lever she lowers the massage table before she sits on it, gesturing with her index finger for me to come closer. I step between her spread legs while she once again puts oil on her hands, removes the condom and rubs it on my dick. I blink down at her in confusion as she caresses the tip of my cock around her pierced nipple. I suddenly I understand: She lets me come on her. Holy shit, how hot is she? My cock twitches eagerly in her hand. With a naughty smile, she begins to rub from tip to shaft. It takes less than two minutes, until my balls start to tingle, and I come all over her breasts. “Fuck Emma,” I moan as I grab her chin to lift it for a kiss. Her taste makes me twitch one last time in her hand. My forehead pressed against hers, I take a deep breath. I think I might have heard something in the hallway, and hurry with cleaning Emma up with some towels from the bathroom. Then we dress up, wipe of the spilled oil and change the cover of the massage table before we leave.

Upon arriving in my loft, we shower together and order a pizza. We devour it on the couch, which we subsequently grace with our body fluids. It's past midnight when we finally lie in my bed.

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