ALEXANDRIA

I better go before Niamh figures out I'm wearing Marcus' jersey. She hasn't realised it yet because all their jerseys look identical, and I'm using my hair to cover it from her. I should probably give it back to him too. If I don't I'll have two "Cartwright" jerseys. We were walking towards our rooms, I stop her with my hand.

'Bye Niamh. I have to go run some errands.'

'No don't go⎯'

'Viv, you don't understand I have to go.'

'fine Lex, bye.'

'bye Niamh!' I wave bye to her like a little girl, and I run off to the elevators.

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I was still doubtful it was 71, regardless of the amount of times I went there. I just don't want to accidentally open Ethan's door or Enzo's door; or something. I gave it two strong knocks, waiting for a solid 2 minutes, and the door screeched open. He needs some oil in those hinges.

His hair was dripping wet. So freshly wet that it almost looked black, and the water trickled down his chest. This man, was wearing nothing but a white towel, that was, mind you; not put on very well. It could fall off any second now.

'Dri!' He says, trying to grab onto the poorly done towel around his waist with one hand, and the other arm leaning against the door frame.

I threw my hand over my eyes. 'Please go put on something. anything.'

'The "something" is this towel. Why are you here anyway?' He readjusts his towel and all the blood in his body rushes into his face.

I face-palmed. 'Marcus you are making me really anxious wearing that. Imagine if it wasn't me knocking on your door. What if it was one of your friends? or your coach.'

'I knew it was you. Answer my question'

I tugged the jersey that practically looked like a dress on me. It reached my knees. 'This.'

'right.'

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I pulled the jersey up a bit, planning to remove it. Then I realised how stupid I am. I forgot that once I take this jersey off, I don't have anything else to wear. I pulled it back down.

'do you have another shirt by any chance?'

'just take this' He scrambles in his drawers. 'it's the smallest shirt I have.'

It may have been a small shirt to him, but to me it could've fit a mammoth. The shirt had the EdenEels logo printed on it. Of course. He's just giving me another part of his hockey merchandise.

I roll my eyes put my phone on the bench, and walk towards the bathroom.

'you can change right here.' he chuckles, 'I won't look.'

'promise?' 

'promise.'

I turned around, removing the jersey and throwing it onto the ground, and wearing his "smallest" shirt. I turned around again to see that Marcus really wasn't looking. I giggle. 'you can turn around now.'

He turned around and stared at me like I was a brand new, shiny, hockey stick. 'looks good.'

'It looks the same; except its a little tighter.' I snickered. He waited for a bit before he spoke.

'it is definitely an improvement.' He teased, and he moves closer to me, placing a finger on my jaw, sending a cold shiver down my spine.

I give myself to his arms, and his voice deepens and he inched closer to me.

'you are irresistible, Dri.' he locks his eyes with mine. 'can I take it off you?'

I roll my eyes and chuckle 'I didn't like it that much anyway.'

Marcus furrowed his eyebrows in an jokingly offended way, and he slowly took the shirt off me, pushing me, pinning me, onto his wall, immediately making my cheeks flush. The air was thick around us, and his lips advanced lower and lower down my neck, his mini daggers digging into it. His hand gripped my waist, and he already knew that my panties were drenched. His hands explore my body, and my mouth sinks into his collarbone, leaving my deep bite marks on his skin. His hand trails lower down my body.

'allow me to touch you, Alexandria.' he whispered in a sultry manner.

'touch me.' His veiny hands tugging my shorts off, alongside my panties too, leaving me with nothing but my bra. His hand trails up my thighs, and his fingers circle my pussy, leaving soft moans in the air. He didn't take his eyes off of me, and his fingers deepen into me, sensually.

'so wet already baby.' he groans. I couldn't even respond. He struggled to keep his towel on, so he let it fall off. His throbbing dick rubbed against the stitches on my thigh, and he uncontrollably moaned into my mouth. He rubs my pussy briskly, and my hands grip his shoulders, as an effort to contain myself. He carries me from behind my knees and gently laid me on his bed, and his body towered over me, intoxicating me of the smell of his eucalyptus shampoo, the sound of him ripping foil and wrapping it's contents around his cock.

I breathed in and exhaled. 'It's my first time.'

'Do you want me to go gently?⎯' he questions.

I nod in desperation.

'Tell me if I'm hurting you, Dri.' 

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His lips delicately collides with mine hungrily, and he trails his wet kisses down my breasts, gripping my waist. 

'spread your legs for me.' he grunts.

His lips creep down my stomach, down to my pussy, and he wedges his warm tongue into me, making my back arch, and grip onto his sheets for dear life. I had never felt anything like this before, and I'm glad its Marcus making me feel like this. My legs were practically shivering, and he held them down, heightening the orgasm pulling into me.

He came back up again from in between my legs and cheekily grinned, 'you are so pretty dri.'

My hands fondle his semi-dry hair. 'I think I may like you a little bit.'

His cheeks crimsoned, 'a little bit?'

'a little bit.' I smiled, and he pulls in again, and he teases my pussy with his dick. We let out soft groans into each others ears, and his body leans into mine.

'tell me when you're ready Alexandria.'

'i'm ready Marcus' I chuckled.

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He gently pushed himself into me, and it was a feeling that was indescribable. My nails gripped onto his hard back, and his hands gripped the pillow behind me. He went slowly, to cater to my needs.

'Don't feel pressured to tell me to stop Dri.' He moaned softly.

'I don't want to you stop.' my nails dug deeper into his back.

He thrusted more of himself into me, and our breaths got heavier, and the air became humid. His teeth dug into my neck again, and his thrusts sent electric waves through my body. The way he made me feel made me forget everyones names, including my own, except for his. I was on edge. His breath slowly started to shudder each push and he slowed down.

'Alexandria. . .' he groans, 'I want you to. . .'

'what?'

his eyes darken, 'to ride me.'

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This time I was on top of him. He didn't take his eyes off me, himself buried in me. I could see how handsome he really was.

'Marcus I don't know how to.'

'its okay. I can teach you.'

He puts his hands on my waist. He guides my body on top of him. I shudder his name, and he moves my hips to grind on him.

'You are doing so well. Taking all of me.' he smirks, 'Come all over my cock, Dri.'

He was so big, I could practically feel it coming out of my mouth. But it felt so good. I stroked against him, until I can feel his legs shake beneath me, and he grips the metal poles of the bed harder. My pussy was dripping all over him, for him, from him.

'Dri I'm so close, you feel so good. Keep going baby.'

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I was tired. I didn't want to even go back to my room out of sheer embarrassment, and I wasn't so sure I could even walk. I would probably have to learn how to, all over again. So I stayed in his bed, and rested with him.

'It's like sleeping on bricks' I push myself off his body.

'how is it like sleeping on bricks.'

'because you're body is so hard.' I pout. 'you know, this isn't ever happening again.'

'it's gonna happen again.'

'no it's not marcus.' I turn to face the other side. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me in.

His words sent a shiver down my spine. 'you want it to happen again.'

Marcus wasn't wrong. I do want it to happen again. But it shouldn't happen again.

He spooned me in his warm embrace, and we both drift off to sleep.

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It is quite early right now. Well I'm guessing that, because right now I need to scram. Today is my first coaching lesson with a group of little skaters. I picked up the "small" shirt and ran out of his room making sure the door was closed extremely gently so it wouldn't wake him up.

I took the elevator down to my room again, and I snuck quietly into my room, so it wouldn't startle Niamh either.

I was still tired, and my class is at 9 so I have some more resting time. I'll go check the time⎯

My phone. 

It was still in Marcus' room. As if things couldn't get anymore chaotic. Fuck the phone. I'll get it later.

I went to go take a shower, my daily routine that you should know by now. I did my hair in soft curls today. Until I realised I had dark hickeys all over my neck.

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*knock knock knock knock* 'dri it's me!'

I groaned in irritation, and opened the door. 'what'

'your phone. You forgot it while running away from my room. Silly you' He teased the phone above my head.

I jumped at it and snatched it off him and loudly whispered at him, 'thanks for giving me these fucking hickeys right before I teach a bunch of little kids.'

'your welcome. Let me come in.'

I pouted, and squeaked the door open wider.

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'I'm gonna try hiding it with⎯'

'mascara?' he says.

'concealer.' I laugh.

'oh.' he chuckles awkwardly.

I exhaled. 'am I just another one to you?'

'another what?'

'another girl.'

'No. You're not. I am awestruck by you Alexandria. You're the only girl that I've drawn.' he sighs, and chuckles. 'also the only girl I've let get on top of me.' 

My stomach grew butterflies, and my face probably looked like it was dipped in red paint. 'oh'

He flipped his phone over. 'I need to go Dri. bye.'

'bye.'

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The concealer didn't work very well. It was literally labeled as "Imperfection Eraser" but the only thing it isn't erasing is a hickey. My last resort is to zip my jacket all the way up, which by now might be my only option. 

It looks so, so, extremely bad. But I'll have to go with it. I get onto the rink thirty minutes before the kids come, so that I have time to stretch and warm-up. I see Niamh walk down the stadium stairs.

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Niamh is never in the rink at this time, let alone to come and see specifically me. She's devilishly grinning, holding a ten dollar bill.

She waves it around in front of my face. 'I knew it!'

'who gave that to you.' I squint my eyebrows.

'Cartwright baby!' She laughed. 'should've made the bet a million dollars instead.'

The blood in my body disappeared and I felt like a sultana. 'How did he know about the bet?!'

'I got drunk at the party the other day and I overshared' she laughs.

'Marcus left early.'

 'Whatever. Pull the zipper down Lex.'

'Fuck off Niamh.' I skated away from her. She skates after me. Why does everyone do that? Probably cause I'm running away from everyone.

'how does it feel losing your virg⎯' she shouts.

'Niamh I'm gonna have some kids walk into this rink any moment now. Shut. up.'

'Fine. Tell me about it later!'

'I'm not going to!'

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The kids walk into the rink. They were all talking about the "drama" they had at school. I would say they were at-most 11 years old. What type of drama could they possibly have. 

They're having a two hour session. I'll be teaching them forward-swizzles and spins.

I clapped my hands to get few girls attentions. We did some stretches with their legs on the side of the plexiglass, and we started off with the basic swizzles. I made sure that they had good form, and I let them grip my arm for support one by one. I need to teach them how to get better balance.

After an hour passes by, they arguably improved a lot. I couldn't tell if it was because I was a good coach or they were fast learners. But they got the hand of their scratch spins and their forward swizzles extremely quickly. I'm gonna make them to backward swizzles now.

At first, you could tell that they were struggling and their arms were waddling in the air finding it hard to balance. I held their arms up, and made sure their form was correct and they got the hang of that too. Next lesson, the roster says to teach them how to do the "snowplow stop" and "bunny hops". 

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I walked over to the rink, and put away my skates to change into my normal footwear. Since Marcus is always visiting while I skate, this time it's my turn to go visit him. I walked down the hallways, carrying my enormous pink and black duffel to the hockey rink, and I see that all of teammates were running off the rink except for him. He was holding a bucket and a puck.

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I ran down to the rink

'So is this why the Zamboni driver loves you so much?' I laugh, while Marcus is glued to the ground covering the small icy potholes with snow and patting it down with a puck.

'maybe' he chuckles, so innocently and cutely, I almost forgot what he did to me last night. 'I cover it up every time. I'm the captain; I'm responsible.'

'and did you slip Niamh ten dollars?'

'maybe' he giggles. 'I found out about the bet.'

'I figured.' I roll my eyes.

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I was walking down the hallways and I ran into Enzo.

'hey alex!'

'hi enzo' I pouted. Enzo furrowed his eyebrows and he stared at the top of my jacket for a good 5 seconds.

'You never wear your jacket like that. It looks so weird' he waddles closer to me and unzips it slightly, so it looks the way that I normally have it as, exposing the purple marks all over my neck. I slap him across the face. He zips it back up. 'right.'

'fucking hell enzo' I scoff.

He smirks, 'I knew it would happen.'

'I didn't even tell you who it was Enzo.'

he mischievously grins, 'don't act like you don't know how thin those fucking walls are. Trust me; I heard everything alright. Usually the guy would be blasting his sex playlist so we wouldn't hear any of it.'

I shrivel up like a sultana again. 'Oh my god. You⎯' 

'Yeah I heard it all. I am quite literally on the other side of his room. Marcus's orgasms were louder than yours were⎯'

I put my mouth over Enzo's. I heard his mumbles underneath my hand, and my palm became humid, wet, and saliva coated.

'Yuck Enzo.' I wiped his own saliva onto his jersey.

'Okay I've had enough with this conversation. I'm gonna go to the locker-rooms.'

'good.'

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I wouldn't say I regret doing that with Marcus, but I certainly cannot bear with the embarrassment I am facing. 

If Enzo could hear us, Ethan probably could've as well. Or probably the whole block. Fuck. Hopefully not.

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I walked past my rink and I saw Jonathan and Brian skating together. I went down to go talk with them.

'Hi Jon! Hi Brian!' I wave.

'Hi Alex!' Jon says optimistically, while Brian stands there waving awkwardly.

'how's coaching?'

'The kids make me want to jump off a cliff. They cannot co-operate with each other.'

'I guess I got lucky then. My group is amazing.' I skate close to Jon and whisper in his ear. 'Are you two finally together?'

Jonathan intertwines his arms with Brian's, and pecks his cheek.

I squeal and jump in excitement. Jonathan has always forced himself to like a girl when in reality he never ever did. I'm happy that Jon is happy.

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