Page 60 of The Puck Decoy

“Oh no, I hope she’s okay,” she mutters, dropping onto the bench so she can change into her skates.

“I’m sure she’s fine and will be back with us after Christmas,” I say as I watch as she laces them.

She doesn’t even notice she has my full attention as she pulls her hair into a clip, and then flashes me that sunshine smile, as she purrs “See you on the ice, Coach.”

The next two hours can only be described as pure torture, as Hallie skates around the ice with all the young boys following after her. She looks like some sort of ice princess leading hercourt, and it’s basically like I don’t exist as she teaches them yet another trick that I taught her. They only give me their attention when she insists on playing a game of teams, and of course all of them want to be on hers.Little traitors. Reluctantly, some of them come over to my side after some gentle pleading from her, but all I want to do is wipe the smug look off of my wife’s face.

“You’re going down, Mr. Peters,” she coos, skating to the center to meet me, her team of boys fanned out at her back.

“I think we have already established how much I enjoy going down, Mrs. Peters,” I purr, and I know if her cheeks weren’t already pink from the cold, that my comment would make her blush. “Bring it on.”

Our sticks smack against one another as we fight for the puck, and I manage to steal it first, much to her dismay, and before she can steal it back, I am gone. Skating towards my team and shouting out plays as I pass it on to one of the young boys. Pride floods my insides as he accepts the pass with ease and his face fills with determination. I’ve taught them a lot in the last year, but they have taught me a lot more in return.

The boys start running tricks and flying around the ice with ease, and when my gaze collides with Hallie’s I can see the same look on her face that I’m sure she can see on mine. This is a bunch of kids that love to play a game that can easily turn into a passion, and I’m sure Hallie remembers as well as I do what that’s like. I was just a kid when I discovered ice hockey, but it changed my life forever. I was also just a kid when Hallie discovered me playing, and lately she has changed my life even more.

By the time the parents arrive to pick up their kids at the end of the lesson, all of us are all skated out, and Hallie and her team beat us nineteen to twelve. Although she definitely used some sly tactics to bag herself that win, ones that were downright easy to spot, yet they worked on me like a charm.

Once we wave off the last kid, I turn and find Hallie stepping back onto the ice and pushing off to skate around the sides. When I join her she whizzes past me with a smile as she yells out, “I hope you’re not going to be a sore loser, Mr. Peters, it was a fair game.”

A scoff leaves me as I push off to skate after her. “A fair game? Is that what we are calling you cheating?”

She spins on her heels to watch me follow her like a damn dog. “I do not cheat, I simply just used distraction methods, it’s not my fault you allowed them to work on you.”

I skate faster, making her do the same, but where she might have the skill, she doesn’t have the speed, not to out skate me anyway, and I catch her with ease making her yelp. “Hallie, if you brush this body against me, of course I am going to be distracted,” I growl, spinning her, and pulling her ass against me, as my hands grip her hips, all the while still gliding us around the ice.

“You’re just jealous I scored more goals than you,” she gasps, and with every move my cock gets even harder.

“Oh is that right?” I ask, skating us to the middle where the kids left a few pucks and sticks dumped at the end of the lesson. “Okay well let's see how good you are at scoring when you’re distracted,” I tell her, pulling her into position in front of me, so she can line up to take a shot.

She peeks over her shoulder to assess me, but I ensure my face remains clear of the devious plans in my mind. Just like I knew she would, she moves us into position to take a shot, but as soon as she does, I move my hands from her hips, sliding them beneath the top she is wearing until my fingers graze her bare skin across the band of her leggings. Her entire body reacts as she jumps at the contact, only bringing her ass harder against my cock, and even with the multiple layers in the way I groan.

“Joshua,” she gasps, flicking her eyes back to mine once more, and I grin.

“What did I tell you about saying my name like that, Tink?” I ask, teasing my fingers along the waistband of her leggings, before dipping them inside and reaching my hand down to cup her. “Now, I thought you were going to demonstrate your goal scoring skills again, huh?” I massage her pussy gently, stroking my fingers over her ever so slowly, savoring the way she melts against me like putty in my hands. “Come on, Mrs. Peters, show off for me.”

My words have their desired effect, because she looks entirely motivated as she focuses back on the puck and the net, squaring her shoulders. My entire body is molded to hers which means every time she moves, I move with her. I feel everything, everywhere, and being the one who taught her how to play, I know when she twists her body that she is preparing to strike.So I do the same.I push my middle finger past the lips of her pussy and press down on her clit, making her entire body jolt.

The puck flies out in front of us as her stick strikes it, but it goes wide, missing the net completely as she moans in my arms. “Now who’s not playing fair,” she breathes, leaning her head back against my chest, as I tease her clit with the pad of my finger.

I lean down to inhale her scent, circling my finger as I kiss a path up her neck to her ear, as I whisper, “I don’t play fair, Hals, I play to win.” I bite down on her earlobe, pulling it between my teeth, delighting in the moan that falls from her lips. “Now line up your next shot and see if you can score with my fingers inside you,” I instruct, sinking my hand down until I can slide my finger into her cunt, groaning at how tight she feels as she grips me.

My palm grinds against her clit, rubbing it again, faster this time, enjoying how her body reacts to my touch, even as she scrambles to try and line up another shot. She strikes again, butso do I, sinking a second finger into her, reveling in every gasp that passes her lips.

“Oh you missed again, Mrs. Peters. What ever am I going to do with you?” My fingers don’t stop their assault, fucking her hole and rubbing her clit in tandem, hurling her towards the edge.

“Please, Josh?” she begs, throwing her head back against me and closing her eyes, as she begins to wind her hips against my hand.

“Please what, baby?” I whisper, trailing my tongue up her ear, as my fingers fuck her harder.

“Please make me come,” she moans, the sound echoing around the rink, and I don’t even care that I haven't locked the door. Let someone come in here and see exactly what I do to her.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg me, Hallie.” Her body begins to shake now, and I know she’s close, and my eyes can’t look away for even a second, not as she begins to fall apart beneath my touch.She’s fucking magnificent. And she’s mine.

“God you’re an asshole,” she huffs, rolling her hips against my fingers, fucking them even harder, and I sink my teeth into her neck, sucking hard on the skin, as she starts to spasm around my fingers.

“And you’re a fucking goddess,” I praise, coaxing her orgasm from her. “Now come for your husband.”

My demand sends her over the edge, a scream tearing from her throat as she rides my fingers into oblivion. I feel the gush of her release against my hand, her clit throbbing against my palm, and fuck I want more. Without pause, her pussy still convulsing in my hand, I skate us towards the goal post, my hand never letting up as she rides out her orgasm against me.

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