Jake slammed the locker door shut, sweat still dripping down his chest from the brutal overtime win. The rest of the team had cleared out fast, leaving the place quiet except for the hum of the lights and the faint smell of ice and body odor. Mia stood by the trainer’s table, clipboard in hand, pretending to check supplies. She was the new equipment girl, all tight jeans and knowing looks, and Jake had been eyeing her ass every shift change for weeks.
“You’re still here,” he said, voice low and rough. “Got something for me?”
Mia turned, biting her lip. “Figured you might need tape for that shoulder. Or maybe something else after the way you hit that guy in the third.”
Jake stepped closer, his hockey pants still half-unzipped from changing. “Tape’s bullshit. What I need is to bury my cock somewhere warm. You offering?”
She didn’t flinch. Instead she dropped the clipboard and grabbed his waistband, yanking it down. His dick sprang free, already thick and hard from the adrenaline. “Been thinking about this since you scored that goal,” she said, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking once, hard. “Big fucking stick you got there, captain.”
Jake grunted and pushed her back against the lockers. Metal clanged. He shoved her jeans down to her knees, fingers finding her pussy already slick. “Wet little slut. Been waiting for the team to leave so you could get railed?” Two fingers plunged in, pumping fast. Mia moaned, hips rocking against his hand.
“Fuck yes. Give it to me raw.”
He spun her around, bent her over the bench, and lined up. One thrust and he was balls-deep, her cunt gripping him tight. Jake fucked her like he played—hard, relentless, no mercy. Each slap of skin echoed off the tiles. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
“Take that dick. Gonna fill you up so you’re leaking on the way home.”
Mia pushed back, meeting every thrust. “Harder, you bastard. Fuck me like you hit those boards.”
Jake obliged, pounding deeper, his free hand reaching around to rub her clit in rough circles. Sweat ran down his back. The bench scraped the floor with every drive. Mia’s moans turned into sharp cries as she came, pussy pulsing around his cock. Jake didn’t slow down. He kept slamming in until his balls tightened and he unloaded, hot spurts flooding her.
He stayed buried for a moment, breathing heavy, then pulled out and watched his cum drip down her thigh. Mia straightened, turned, and dropped to her knees without a word. She licked him clean, sucking the head while staring up at him.
“Round two in the showers?” she asked, voice hoarse.
Jake grinned, already half-hard again. “Get the water running. I’m not done with that cunt tonight.”
They moved to the tiled shower room, steam filling the space fast. Mia stripped the rest of the way and stepped under the spray. Jake followed, pushing her against the wall and lifting one leg over his hip. He slid back inside her, slower this time but still deep, grinding against her clit with every roll of his hips. Water sluiced between them as he fucked her standing, hands gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks.
“Gonna make you come again,” he growled against her neck. “Then I’m putting you on your knees and painting that pretty face.”
Mia clawed at his shoulders, legs shaking as another orgasm hit. Jake held her up, thrusting through it until he pulled out and stroked himself over her open mouth. Thick ropes landed on her tongue and lips. She swallowed what she could, licking the rest from his fingers when he offered them.
They stayed under the water a while longer, hands roaming, trading filthy promises about next game’s post-win routine. By the time they dried off and dressed, the arena was dark and empty. Mia walked out first, a satisfied smirk on her face and Jake’s cum still warm inside her. He watched her go, already planning how he’d bend her over the penalty box bench after the next road trip.
The ice could wait. This kind of hockey heat was the real overtime payoff.
