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You worked your usual seasonal job at the small town arena sharpening skates and giving out rental equipment to usual ice rink goers. Every Friday night starting in fall, the town's local ice rink hosted public skating which was a town favourite for the colder seasons when Hockey was in its prime. Fridays were always fun to work, plenty of family and friends coming down to the rink to share hot chocolate and skate circles on the ice. It was nice to see everyone get into the holiday spirit.
Your favourite days were hockey days. Usually it was the young ones playing their community hockey, boys and girls of all ages. But you particularly enjoyed watching the beer league games. Every eligible bachelor and their soon-to-be-father friends always reconvened every week to get away from work and life for a game of hockey. And you were a bit shameless to say you enjoyed tending to these games especially and helping those middle aged men with their gear. A guilty pleasure of your job to say the least.
There was one guy in particular that you liked, Tommy Miller. He was kind of the star of the beer league hockey teams, the best player according to everyone in town. You didn’t disagree, he was pretty good. He never really went as far as going professional, but you could easily see him in the NHL, or at least regionals. Perhaps that’s why you were drawn to him. He was talented, but humble enough to stay and support his home town and community.
Tommy didn’t seem to worry about becoming the next famous hockey player from a small town. He had no interest in earning the big bucks or collecting a group of puck bunnies on the way. Not like he didn’t already have his little following of the ladies in town. These women tried at every player. But the number of single men on the teams were limited, and only so many were as handsome as Tommy.
While working at the arena, you saw your fair share of puck bunnies trying to flirt with him, and he flirted confidently back. He wouldn't say he disliked the attention, which sane guy would? Sometimes you even saw him leave the rink with a girl after his games, and the sight made your stomach wince with jealousy.
It’s not like the two of you were a thing. Hell, neither of you ever really talked to each other outside of the arena. You weren’t the bold type and Tommy usually seemed a bit busy with his job or chatting with his friends and the ladies who follow him around. You swore some of the women in town pretended to arrive at the local dive bar the same time as Tommy in order to fawn over him with an ‘Oh my goodness, what a coincidence!’ that made it really hard not to roll your eyes at.
You were often at the dive bar. Mostly because it was one of the only places still open after your late shifts at the hockey arena and you didn’t mind a moment to unwind before heading home. And often enough, Tommy and his team would also head on over there for another couple rounds after their games. You and Tommy seemed to cross paths often in town. Perhaps the same could be said for everyone else, it was a small town after all, everyone knew everybody. But the one person you noticed most was Tommy.
He was sweet with you, always coming to you at the counter and giving you his kind smile that always made your heart flutter. Just like today before the first game of the season for the league, Tommy came up to you, skates in hand and smiling. “Hey, angel. How’re we lookin’ today?”
“Looking good if you ask me, ice is ready to go when you are.”
Tommy grins, “Music to my ears.” He places his skates on the counter, “Be a doll and sharpen these for me?” He says charmingly.
You chuckle softly and grab the skates, “No please?” You jest.
“Pretty please?” He mocks those puppy dog eyes of his playfully.
You can’t help but smile, rolling your eyes jokingly. “Yeah, yeah.”
You brought the skates to the sharpener and got them prepped for the game ahead.
“Ready for your first game?” You called back for a bit of conversation. Small talk was always easy with Tommy. You glance back to find him smiling widely.
“You know it. Starting this season with a win. Bet on me would you?”
“I don’t bet, but I’ll cheer for you.”
Tommy nods, his smile ever present if not impossibly wider as his cheeks dusted pink. “I’ll take it. What can I say? You’re my lucky charm.”
That pulled a laugh out of you while you sharpened the second skate. “I only work here.” You brush off the comment.
Bringing him his freshly sharpened skates he smiles. “Sure, but having you sharpen my skates before every game is the reason I play so well.” He says half jokingly, “Last year, the one time you were sick and that high schooler had to sharpen them for me, we lost 4 to 1. I ain’t ever takin’ that chance again.” He winks playfully and it makes you chuckle.
“That might’ve just been bad luck.”
“I disagree.” He grins. Taking his skates, he starts for the change rooms. “See you on the ice!”
With that you watched him saunter off with an incredulous smile on your face. He was always the charismatic player, kind of in a magnetic way. Tommy was older than you were, but you remember when you were younger, your dad would take you to the arena for public skating every Friday to teach you how to skate. Tommy was one of the older boys who would always play a skirmish of hockey at the closed off end of the rink. As you skated rings around the arena, you’d pass by the small game happening between those boys, watched how they had fun together. How radiant he seemed on the ice.
Tommy was introduced to hockey by his older brother Joel when they were kids. Joel eventually fell out of it as he grew up, but Tommy grew a passion for it. He’d play every community game, every season ever since he could remember. As a kid, he’d dragged his older brother with him to the local arena every Friday to play hockey with the other boys in town. Nowadays, any minute he wasn’t working those contracting jobs with Joel, he was on the ice or in the parks keeping shape to prep for the upcoming hockey season. He was dedicated to his beer league team. You saw how he treated those guys like his own little family. It was endearing.
After sharpening some more skates, you joined the local public in the stands to watch the game. Tommy was the star as always. And like usual, he had a few women in the small crowd cheering a little too loudly. You tried to ignore the fact that you recognized some of them. They all alternated from player to player but always bounced back to Tommy. And sometimes you’d watch him take one of them back to his truck. Some days you wished he would ignore them. You even wished sometimes that your affinity to one another meant more than just a hockey player and his skate sharpener…
Tommy's team indeed started the season off with a win. He scored the final goal on a last minute power play and the whole stand erupted into cheers. It was always fun to watch him play. He was his team's star striker, let alone the whole town's. He was a bit infamous around these parts. Everyone knew Tommy as the guy who could've made it big. But in dedicating himself to his and his brothers company, he put his family before his childhood dreams of scoring big. He was happy with the life he lived, balancing honest work with his passion for hockey.
Your shift was over not that long after Tommy's game finished so you locked up the front doors of the arena. As per your usual ritual, headed to the dive bar. You sat down at an empty booth with some fries and a drink, relaxing in the ambiance of the bar after a days work.
The bar was a popular joint in town, it was really the only dive bar nice enough around for people to enjoy. It had good enough food, decent drinks, good music and a nice atmosphere. You were enjoying your fries when a certain group of men in the corner of the bar erupted in laughter and cheers. You glanced up from where you sat and saw a certain hockey team. Within that group you caught sight of those familiar locks of dark hair and the smile you knew all too well.
You figured they must've headed here after their game to celebrate. Those guys took any excuse to celebrate with a pint. After all, it was called beer leagues for a reason. You couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm as they joked around and recounted their first win of the season with exaggerated gestures.
You didn't catch yourself staring before Tommy's eyes found yours across the bar. His grin only grew wider as he saw you, and your cheeks warmed as you chewed on a fry then averting your gaze. But it didn't take long for you to still feel his eyes on you that you looked back up at him. He smiled again, and shit, you couldn't help smile too. You give a small wave, which encourages Tommy to wave back. Wave a bit too big for you're comfort.
Some of the guys looked back to see who Tommy was waving at and they sent shared smiles and nods of recognition before turning back to their conversations. Only Tommy didn't seem to turn away. Instead, to your surprise he waved you over. You swore you heard him say a 'come over!' as he waved more enthusiastically.
You thought what the hell and grabbed your drink, bringing it with you as you somewhat shyly approached the group of men. They didn't necessarily intimidate you, you knew wall of them well enough and they were nice guys. But all of them at once was a little more overwhelming than one of them at a time while tending to their gear.
You say a hello to the group as some acknowledge you and others keep talking. They all seemed pretty engrossed in their conversation though you didn't exactly know what they were talking about. You turn to Tommy with a smile.
"Good win today." You say to him. Honestly you were most comfortable talking to Tommy out of all of them. And you could easily say you were closest with him, even if the two of you weren't that close.
Tommy seemed to beam with pride at your congrats. "Thank you, angel. I told you, you were my lucky charm." He nudged you playfully with his elbow.
You chuckled, "Sure, it has nothing to do with the sportsmanship, teamwork, or maybe just pure talent?" You jest.
Tommy only grins, "No, it was all you, angel. Seein' you in the crowd motivates me."
You raise a brow and smile coyly, "Really? Not your groupies?"
Tommy's face seemed to flush pink at your jest. "Oh, well... They're nice and all, but... They're just a bit o' fun, y'know." He says sheepishly.
You were a bit surprised to see he seemed almost ashamed to admit to that. You would've thought it was something most men would boast about to inflate their ego. But then again, you reminded yourself that since you've known Tommy, he's always been the more humble type. Maybe he wasn't proud of the groupies he's entertained.
You offered a gentle smile, "I wasn't trying to put you on the spot."
Tommy shook his head, "Oh no, I wasn't takin' it that way. It's more a me thing, I don't usually do that kind of thing. Talkin' to 'em is fun an' all, I mean who doesn't like a bit o' attention." He chuckles shyly, "But for the record, I ain't never brought one of them girls home. Bought them a drink, sure, but nothin' more than a chat." He seemed to scramble out the words, like he was trying to set things straight, even if he didn't need to. He seemed to have caught on to his own ramblings and blushed a bit.
You nod, this time being the one to nudge him playfully. "I believe you. I'm impressed you don't take them up on their offers. Those girls would die for a night with The Tommy Miller." You jest, which only seems to prove to make him more flustered.
Tommy laughs, his hand rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. "I don't know about that. Besides, I'm not into those kinds of women."
"Oh? Care to share who you are into then?" You said with a sly grin. You couldn't help but tease him a bit, he was proving to be adorable when blushing.
Tommy's eyes widened, then averted from you to look at anything in the bar that was suddenly much more interesting than your gaze. "Uh, well... I don't know. Someone more real, y'know? A nice lady who'll watch my games to support me, not 'cause she wants to sleep with me. I guess I like someone compassionate."
You smiled a genuine smile, "That's really sweet actually. I can't say I was expecting you to say that."
Tommy chuckles shyly, "Oh really? Thought I was gonna say somethin' shallow like long legs and a small waist?" He jests, "I guess I like a nice girl, someone like you, y'know?"
Your cheeks warm as he freezes at his own words. He seems embarrassed, you would've never expected him to be embarrassed around a girl, but you liked it.
You gained a sudden rush of confidence at his flustered state, a smile growing on your face, "Interested in a girl like me huh?"
"I, uh..." Tommy seemed to have his words stuck in his throat. With that, he took a swig of his beer. Then another, the gesture making you giggle.
After a long drink he exhaled, looking back to you with a renewed sense of confidence. "Yeah, like you. Is that too bold o' me to say?"
His words only felt more endearing as you saw him hold his breath waiting for your answer. "Not at all."
Tommy sucked in a breath, a goofy looking grin spreading on his face. "Cool."
You couldn't help but chuckle at his response, so you repeat with a nod, "Cool."
Tommy gulped down the rest of his beer and set his empty glass down on the table. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked hopefully, offering you his hand.
You took his hand graciously and smiled, feeling giddy, "I'd like that."
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You and Tommy shared a couple drinks, chatting for what felt like hours as you laughed and shared stories. The longer the two of you talked, the bolder the both of you got. Before either of you knew it, the alcohol working through your system managed to boost your confidence to a new height. You giggled as you held Tommy by the hand, guiding him through the bar towards the bathrooms.
Tommy was quick to lock the door behind the two of you, hands already finding your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You tugged him towards you as he leaned in, his mouth finding yours in a heated kiss. He groans against your lips, pressing his body to yours and walking you back until you bumped into the counter. You whimper into his mouth as he devoured every kiss you served, his hands exploring your body as he pushes you against the counter.
Tommy's hands grope everywhere he can touch through your clothes. Your hips, your waist, your breasts. You were sighing and whimpering, unable to control your reactions while a bit tipsy. You face was flushed from the alcohol and from Tommy's touch. You couldn't seem to get enough, and neither could he.
Tommy grinds himself against you with a groan, making you gasp softly feeling his erection through his jeans.
"Tommy..." You sighed softly, making him smile against your lips.
His mouth dragged down your jaw and neck, placing hot open mouth kisses to your skin. He gently sucks at your collar, "You make me this way, angel. Only you..." He murmurs against your skin, licking the spot he kissed. "Believe me when I tell you you're my motivation... You're the reason I love to play, 'cause I know you'll be there watchin' me on the ice every night."
His confession makes your heart flutter in your chest, "Tommy... I don't know what to say." You were flattered, but also a bit stunned to be honest. Especially in the tipsy, flustered, and turned on state that you were? Your mind was buzzing with emotions.
Tommy chuckles as he brings his face back up to yours, "Don't gotta say nothin', sweetness." He purrs softly before kissing your lips once more.
His enthusiasm was what made your knees weak. The man kissed you like you were his dying breath, like he was trying to get as much as he could out of the kiss before you'd disappear. He consumed every breath and sigh you exhaled, leaned further into your body with every moan from your lips.
Your hands slid down his body, down his back and along his sides to find and undo his belt. With a clink of metal, you loosened his jeans and slid your hands over his hips, under the waistband of his pants and back towards the top of his ass. He groans as your hands push his pants down, feeling the taut muscle of his ass through his briefs.
Tommy tugs your bottom lip between his teeth with a growl, "You let out that monster and there's no gettin' him back in..." He grunts. A shock of arousal coursed through your body at the thought.
You only smiled, hand slipping under his briefs and gently wrapping around his hardened length. He closed his eyes, groaning at your touch as he pressed his forehead to yours. "You're more of a devil than an angel..." He smirks, but you counter his comment with a stroke of your hand making him suck in a breath.
"I want you, Tommy." Your voice was like honey to his ears and he groaned once more.
He stole a kiss before grinding into your hand, "I hope you know what you're askin' for, sweetheart."
"Of course I know what I'm asking for." You retort cocking a brow. He only grins.
"A woman who knows what she wants. Maybe that's my type."
"I thought you said compassionate?" You sass.
"I said my type is you, darlin'. If you're headstrong then I like headstrong. Compassionate, then its compassionate. Confident... sassy, sexy, beautiful..." He murmurs as he steals kiss after kiss until you were breathless and forgetting your own name.
He bucks his hips against your hand once more, eager to have your hand stroke him again. Until knocking at the door made the two of you jump. Pulling your hand back, you hit your elbow on the counter, your heart pounding at the sudden interruption. "Ow, fuck..." You mutter to yourself quietly. Tommy looks to you with a flash of concern, his own expression stricken with a shock from the knock.
"Ayo, Tommy! You in there? We're heading out, see you next week!" One of his teammates calls from the other side. They must've noticed he was missing, or maybe even saw you lead him to the bathroom earlier. A subtle wave of embarrassment washed over you and Tommy replied them with a grumble, "Yeah, okay, see ya."
It was a sobering moment as you two looked at one another, still a bit breathless, both a bit flushed, clothes dishevelled and lips swollen. You couldn't help but laugh. You didn't know where it came from, even Tommy seemed surprised by your laughter. But as you laughed, Tommy found himself smiling, shaking his head as a laugh is pulled out of him too.
"You're ridiculous." He chuckles.
"Me? You're the one doing all of that." You gestured to his general self, only managing to give the both of you a fit of giggles.
Tommy fixes his jeans and buckles his belt and carefully adjusting your hair. He kissed your lips, then your temple. "Come on, let's get out of this place. Maybe somewhere we won't be interrupted."
This time is was Tommy's turn to drag you by the hand. He leads you out the bar and towards his truck at the back of the lot. He opened the passenger door for you, his attempt at chivalry warming your heart. But you had other plans as you closed said door. You bit your lip playfully and grin before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him closer to you. He chuckled as he obliging to your will, kissing you as his hands found your waist again.
He reaches for the backdoor instead, opening it before pulling away, "Lady's first."
You climb in and he follows. The door closes behind him and he sits next to you, lips finding yours again eagerly as his hands work on removing your clothes. You did the same, hands running over his body as you two stripped down in the darkness of his truck.
Tommy climbs over you as he gently eases you down across the seats. His lips sucked and kissed at your exposed skin down your chest and groaned as he admired your bare body on display for him.
"I've thought 'bout this... Next game, I want you in the locker room waiting for me." Tommy's voice is deep as his eyes hungrily take in your breathless form. "I wanna fuck you while the guys are practicin' on the ice... Will you do that for me, angel."
Chills ran through you as you nodded. You hadn't realized he had created fantasies about you. Your chest rose and fell regarding the arousal in his eyes. His hands ran down your sides, his eyes roaming down your naked body to admire that slick cunt between your legs. He spreads your thighs further, his cock jumping in anticipation.
You took a moment to fully appreciate Tommy naked. You knew he was built from both playing hockey and his job as in construction, but you couldn't help but smile giddily anyway. He was all yours, this glorious man between your legs was no one else's but yours. Your legs wrap around his waist and your eyes met his as your hand wrapped around his cock, guiding his head to your slit. "We can do whatever you want, whenever you want, Tommy." You promise.
Your words make him take a deep breath before he leans down and captures your lips and he eases inside you with a groan. "You can't promise me that, sweetheart..." He smiles against your lips, "You shouldn't give that permission to any man that let alone me."
You suck in a breath, whimpering at the stretch of him as he slowly pushes in inch by inch. He pauses to let you adjust and you moan as you breathe deep. "But I want to, I mean it."
Tommy responds only with a grunt as he starts to rock his hips making you gasp out with pleasure. Your back arches and your arms wrap around his back and grabbing his shoulders. "Promise me we'll do this all the time, Tommy..." You mewled as his hips set a firm pace. His hips snapped into yours, balls smacking against your ass as he leaned forward for more leverage.
"I promise. It's all yours, angel." He buries his face into your neck.
You tried trying not to moan too loud, but with the way he was driving into you it was proving to be impossible. If anyone saw the truck they'd know. Not just from your moans but with how hard Tommy was fucking you, the damn truck was rocking back and forth like an amusement park ride.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you sound amazin' makin' those sounds for me." He grunts as he sucks the skin of your neck. His thrusts only came faster.
He seemed almost as desperate as you were as he rutted into you. You mewl as his head hovered closer to yours, his breath fanning across your face. His eyes locked with yours as he fucks you harder. His face was flushed, pupils blown, his long hair falling and sticking to his sweat sheened forehead as he pants.
The eye contact was enough to make your insides flutter as you whine, burying your face into his neck, "Stop looking at me like that..." You say breathlessly.
Tommy only smiled as he teased, "Like what?"
Another whine, "Like you want to eat me alive."
He chuckled, "Maybe I do." He smirks suggestively.
A smile breaks your lips, but you're interrupted by a particularly rough thrust as Tommy adjusts his hips. A moan rips through the cab of the truck as he thrusts into your sweet spot.
"Yeah, right there, huh?" He growls as he leaned in to kiss your cheek sweetly. His hips maintained their pace, rough yet precise as he kept your pleasure coursing through you.
Your head fell back as you closed your eyes, focusing on the way Tommy's cock worked you out. Soft moans spilled from your lips as Tommy leaned back to watch you. He watched how your breasts bounced, how his cock disappeared inside your soaked cunt, the way your face contorted with pleasure. He moaned at the sight of you, his thumb rubbing your clit.
Tommy moved to bend your legs further back, but the restriction of the truck cab made it difficult. Especially when he sat up a bit too quickly and bumped his head on the roof of the car. “Shit!..” He muttered, but he doesn’t stop his thrusting. “Fucking truck’s too small for this shit… I’m gonna need to take you home and fuck you on a proper bed one day.” He grit through his teeth.
Your hands ran down his chest, nails grazing through his chest hair making him shudder a moan. His cock throbbed inside you at the sensation of your nails dragging along his skin, your touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His breath hitched as his hips stuttered, the seeing him so effected by your touch and body fuelled the flame inside you.
You smiled at the sight of Tommy nearing his release as you felt your own cusp its edge. A mewl of pleasure slipped from your lips as you arch your back, your tits mesmerizing Tommy as he chases both of your orgasms. His hand finds one breast, squeezing and kneading it in his hand as he pinches your nipple. "Shit, baby... You're killin' me. Come on, angel, cum for me."
His breathless words and relentless ministrations were enough to make you explode. Your orgasm ripped through you as you cried out with pleasure, hands reaching out blindly into his hair and grabbing at his shoulders. Seeing you climax was too much for Tommy to take, a strangled moan falling from his lips as he pulled out barely in time to cum all over your slick, swollen pussy. You whimper with slight disappointment, but you were too far gone to really care that much after such an intense orgasm.
He collapsed on top of you, arms wrapped around you tight as he nuzzled his face into your hair. As he caught his breath, you relaxed beneath him and calmed your own racing heart. A smile tugged at your lips as your hands gently brushed up and down his back, feeling him breathe deeply. Slowing with every in and out.
"Mm..." Was all you heard from Tommy as he attempted to speak and it only made you smile wider.
"Yeah?" You teased lightly.
You could feel Tommy smile into your hair. He murmured as he placed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, "Yeah."