Page 11 of Bleed With Me
“Come on, just give it to me, Henry.” I command and he laughs.
“Keep calling me Henry and I’ll never give it back.” He growls which sends tingles right between my legs.Jesus.
“No, I don’t think I will. Henry Valentino.” I giggle but he snatches me by the arm and drags me down the hallway towards the locker room. I try to get out of his hold but the look he gives me has me stopping my escape. He finally lets go and opens the locker room door and I step inside with him hot on my heels. I spin and raise a brow, “I got your letter this morning,” I say but he cages me into the lockers, wrapping his hand around my throat.
“Shut your fucking mouth, Liviana. I don’t have time for your shit today.” He spits, squeezing my throat. I shove him off me but he doesn't budge. He only tightens his grip. “I’m glad you got my letter. Are you ready to surrender?” He asks, but I shake my head as his free hand runs up my outer thigh. “That little stunt you pulled last night will never happen again. If I ever see another man touch you, he’s dead.” He growls, and I smile. Why does his words make me want to submit to his every want and need? His eyes widen at my expression as I run my hands up his stomach to his chest, pulling on his tie to bring him closerto me. I graze my lips against his, watching his eyes flutter for a second. “You enjoyed me watching as you came on another man's face, didn’t you, you fucking slut? Do you know how murderous you made me?!” He spits, tightening his grip a little more as his other hand disappears underneath my skirt. “Did you cum wishing it was my tongue licking you?” he whispers, sticking out his tongue ring, gliding it across my lips as he slides my panties to the side, running his finger up my slit. I nod my response as I grip his tie, praying he touches me again. “Such a fucking whore. Look at you. In the men's locker room with my hand under your skirt, begging to be played with.” He groans as he spreads my lips apart, flicking my clit. I quiver as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, pressing his body against mine.
Letting go of his tie, I run my hands back down his body into his trousers and boxers, gripping his cock and stroking it slowly. “Fuck, Liv. I want to break you. I want you to feel the pain I felt watching you last night.” He says as goosebumps litter my skin, causing me to shiver at his words. I nod, wishing he’d let me speak. He slides a finger into my soaked core and groans as I stroke him faster, rubbing my thumbover the tip. “I didn’t cum last night because of you. So before I wreck you, get on your fucking knees like the whore you are and take my cock down your throat.” He commands, removing his fingers from my pussy and bringing it to his lips, sucking them into his mouth.Fuck, that’s hot. Jesus Christ.
His eyes blow with want, as he growls like a wild animal ready to sink his teeth into my flesh and feast on me until there is nothing left. “I won’t ask again, whore. Knees. Now.” He orders loosening his grip around my throat and I don’t resist as I sink to my fucking knees, pulling his boxers and pants down over his hips, taking ahold of his cock and licking the tip. He grips the back of my head, shoving his cock into my mouth. “Since you made me watch another man make you cum, this is your punishment. I’m going to skull fuck you for being a fucking cunt.” He growls, slamming into me only to pull out and slam into me again, causing me to gag as spit drips from the corners of my mouth. My eyes tear and slowly pour down my cheeks the more he thrusts down my throat. I swallow, causing him to groan above me.
“Just like that, Liv. Fuck, your throat is so tight.” He moans, wrapping both hands in my long hair andthrusting down my throat at a brutal pace. My throat is going to be so sore after this. I try to meet his thrusts, but he has too much control of my head, so I just take everything he gives me. Ripping me off his length, he stumbles back and I heave, trying to catch my breath. Wiping my mouth, I look up at him, waiting for his next command.
“Such a good girl, Liviana. Now get up and lay down on the bench,” he orders and I do what he says as I watch him grab his hockey stick.What the fuck?He straddles the bench in front of me and glides his stick down my cheek to my heaving chest, along my stomach and over my skirt. He opens my legs, flipping up the fabric and pressing the tip of the stick against my clit. I moan, arching my back off the bench, not taking my eyes off his as he stares between my legs. He takes his hand, pulling my thong from my body until it rips in two. Bringing it to his nose, he inhales deeply, shoving the ripped fabric into his back pocket. He slides the end of his stick up and down my clit, causing my legs to tremble.
“Fuck, Hayes.” I pant, wanting him to make me cum already. I want to feel him inside me so fucking bad.
“I want you to beg before I wreck this tight cunt.” He commands and I whimper as he glides the glossy wood faster over my clit.
“Please, Hayes. Break me.” I whine as he licks his lips, shoving the stick into my pussy. I gasp at the thickness stretching me so roughly. I lift my knee, laying my foot on the bench as my fingers find my clit while he fucks me hard and fast.
“Faster, you fucking slut. Take it.” He growls, shoving the wood deeper into me as I bring myself closer and closer to orgasm. I shiver at his words, my thighs trembling the closer I get.
“Cum on my stick. I want to smell you while I take shot after shot, in tonight’s game and once I win, I want you impaled on my cock while I carve into you, making you bleed with me. Making you mine. All mine.” He growls sending me right over the fucking edge. I scream, as I cum so fucking hard, soaking the wood like he asked. “Hayes.” His name leaves my lips, on a whisper as my body shivers. Removing the stick from my core, he bends down kissing my inner thighs. Flattening his tongue, he runs it up from cunt to clit, making me jolt at how sensitive I am.Fuck, I’ve neverhad that hard of an orgasm in my life.Taking a deep breath, I sit up as he stands, zipping his pants.
“You don’t want me to make you cum?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse, confused at what the hell is happening.
“Tonight, Short Stack. After the game.” He says, throwing his jersey at me.
“Wear that tonight. The game is here at seven. Don’t be late.” he demands, giving me a wink and tossing me my phone as he walks down the lockers and disappears from sight. That’s twice he’s left me to wonder what the fuck just happened. Not only did he fuck my throat raw and make me cum on his hockey stick, but he never said a damn word about the fucking letter. Now he wants me to wear his jersey?He can get fucked.
After a few minutes, I get up and leave the locker room. All I can think about is that fucking locker room and how badly I want it to happen again. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out seeing a text from Dillon.Fuck. My boyfriend.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Pucks & Memories
Hayes
The rest of the day flew by and all I could think about was her. For the first time in my life, I actually didn’t want to go to the game. I wanted to find out where she was, what she was doing and just make her cum until she physically couldn’t anymore. The way her mascara ran down her face, while I gagged her with my cock has my dick hardening as I glide across the ice. My head is not in the game, and what makes it even worse, is she’s not fucking here.
Parker skates up next to me as I chase the puck, “Grinder, get your fucking head in the game,” he growls, but I ignore him taking the shot and missing. Cursing myself, Coach yells from across the rink telling me the same thing Parker did.This girl has meall the way fucked up.We have thirty seconds left on the clock and we're down a point. If I don’t score a fucking goal and win this shit, we have a harder chance at making nationals. I didn’t work this hard to lose tonight over pussy. But fuck, her pussy is magnificent and I’m going to carve into it when I get my hands on her.
“Grinder!” Parker shouts as the other team gains control of the puck, causing me to double back.Fuck.Striker glides right past Lucius taking the shot and missing. Slamming into Striker, I take control of the puck, skating around our goalie Phoenix, and taking off across the ice.
Looking up at the goalie, I set up my shot with Crusher protecting me as I move in and out of their defense. I lose focus when I finally see Liv, out of the corner of my eye standing to the side with Buckman’s fucking jersey on. I growl as Striker slams into me, stealing the puck and taking off where I just came from. I curse again and give chase, slamming into him with my stick that smells like her.I’m going to fucking kill her.
Regaining the puck, I take the shot as the buzzer sounds, I hold my breath as the puck ricochets off thegoal post. My head drops as the other team cheers in celebration, winning the fucking game. I fall to my knees in defeat, knowing I just let everyone down.Fucking failed us all.I had one fucking job. A job that I do well, and now I fucked up.Over her.I get up and skate over to my teammates who all look at me with the same look my father gives me.Disappointment.
Coach lays into me like never before but I can’t hear or see anything except her as she stands there, staring right into my soul while wearing my teammates fucking jersey. She winks at me and I throw my stick and gloves to the ground, walking out and heading for the locker room. This fucking cunt is going to make me lose it in front of everyone. I need to get in the shower to cool the fuck down.
Standing under the cold spray, I do my thing quickly, not wanting the guys to see how ripped up my back is. It doesn’t help that the gashes are still fresh and I keep overexerting myself, not giving them any time to heal. I don’t want them to know I took our punishment for them. It’s not their fault. Just like the loss of this game.It’s mine.I let some new girl crawl inside me, clouding my mind and taking me out of the game. I never let pussy do that to me. Hockey comesfirst over everything, but tonight, I truly fucked up. I deserve every second of pain I feel as the cold water pounds against my mottled flesh.
Shutting the water off, I dress quickly in sweats and a hoodie, grab my bag and exit the arena as fast as I can. I just need a fucking minute to gather my thoughts and get my head back on straight, before I literally kill a team member. Heading back to my room I slide the key into the hole and open the door, I slam it behind myself and throw my bag onto my bed heading straight for my liquor cabinet. Opening it, I take out a bottle then reach into the drawer for my joints. Walking over to the french doors, I open them and the cold night air smacks me in the face. It smells of snow as I take a deep breath of fresh air. I really fucked up tonight. I’m so fucking ashamed and I let my whole team down over pussy. Over. Fucking. Pussy! I spin and place the bottle of Macallen down, grab the lighter on my nightstand, sparking up the joint. I take a deep hit and hold it before exhaling. Reaching for the bottle on my nightstand, I pull the cork out and bring the bottle to my lips, taking long gulps of the amber liquid. Placing the bottle down I take a few hits while staring out the doors, as the windlifts the newly fallen snow. If only life was that simple. Just go outside like a child and make snow angels. The memory floods my brain like it was just yesterday…
“Come on Hayes, hurry up and get your gloves on already,” Ali yells from across the house. Ugh, I just want to go ice skating with Parker, not outside building snowmen. But of course my brother is with our father and mother is upstairs, drowning in her sorrows, so who is left to watch Ali…me.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming!” I yell back, sliding my boots on and throwing a hoodie over my head. Rushing down the stairs, I see Ali tapping her boot with her arms folded over her chest, brows furrowed and rosy cheeks sticking out of the scarf wrapped around her neck.
“Took you long enough. I’m dying underneath all these layers, Hayzie!” She huffs and I roll my eyes at her nickname for me.
