Fucked By Ice Hockey Captain, Spoiled By Sugar Mommy

••AURELIA POV••

“Oliver…Careful, we might get caught.”

I freeze before I even realize I’m not supposed to hear this. Oliver? My Oliver?

My hand is still on the locker room door that's barely open. I rushed here early on because I've been quietly looking for Oliver while trying not to bump into any of the hockey team members.

But then I heard a couple of moans just as I was opening the door.

“Come on now, since when did you learn to shy away from danger,” Oliver’s voice is breathy and strained as it carries through the gap. It's hard not to guess what is happening but I want to see myself.

“…you’re getting sloppy,” Oliver says again, sharper this time. “Kiss me like you mean it Mutt.”

My heart breaks as the sound of something wet and breathy follows and as if to torture me, Derek laughs. I recognize his obnoxiously soft chuckle as he sometimes laughed for no reason when I said something to Oliver.

I can think of what could have been so funny now. After all, he is secretly f*ck*ng my boyfriend!

I push the door open just enough and as I expected, Oliver and Derek are making out passionately by the lockers.

Suddenly Oliver breaks out the kiss, flips them both to slam Derek's back against the locker before sliding down. He yanks Derek's tight briefs aggressively, tearing the fabric before facing his underwear to kiss his thigh.

“Ugh, another one?“ Derek whines softly in a way that makes my ears ring. “You better get me a new one.“

My insides curl with disgust at the sound of his moan and at the sight of Oliver, the Alpha prince of the Flaming Wolves Clan and my 4 years boyfriend on his knees between his Beta's legs.

My breath dies in my throat so completely I think I might actually stop existing for a second.

Derek tangles his hand in Oliver’s dark brown hair, “Come on, I'm so hard from watching you run around on the field in those hot pants.“

“So impatient,” Oliver chuckles deeply before reaching to remove Derek's d*ck from his underwear.

Usually my bashfulness and lack of experience will have me turn away from the sight faster than the speed of light but I can't bring myself to look away from the strange scene playing out in front of me.

I hold my hand over my mouth as I stop breathing.

Oliver in one bold swoop stuff's Derek's d*ck into his mouth so deep, I fear he'll choke on it. But he doesn't, instead he bops his head back and forth to s*ck it vigorously. His free hand caresses Derek's balls, fondling it as his tongue licks over the other male's genitals.

They're really f*ck*ng!

My prudish boyfriend that has never kissed me all through our relationship is sucking another man's d*ck like this is something they’ve done before. Like this isn’t the first time Oliver has knelt there like that as if nothing about this could ever be humiliating unless he allowed it to be.

Derek's hold on his head tightens as he moves his hips to match Oliver's rhythm, pumping into his throat rigorously. I watch as Derek continues to moan, throwing his head back in pleasure and calling out My boyfriend's name.

“Yes, f*ck Alpha, you s*ck so good, I can't get enough of you,” says Derek in between every slurp in Oliver's sucking.

My chest tightens in pain as my lungs burn. I should breathe but I can't find the will to.

Whatever is happening to Derek, it happens fast as his moans get louder. He's not even trying to be inconspicuous, making such noises for anyone to hear them or see them. No care in the world like it's normal to be f*ck*ng your Alpha's face in a college Locker room.

Oliver's head bops faster. His hand digs into Derek's hip as he pulls him closer. Then I hear him gulp before pulling away to sit and stare at his obscene lover.

Derek exhales a quiet laugh. “How long have you been holding back this time? I could have sworn you wanted to s*ck my soul out.“

“I missed you, it's been hard putting up with that idiot trying to f*ck lately. She thinks she's been subtle but it's too obvious.“ Oliver retorts before getting up to kiss Derek's neck.

My stomach drops. Am I an idiot here?

Derek tilts his head. “That's mean. Wouldn’t want your little Luna walking in to hear you say that.”

A quiet silence passes and suddenly Oliver lets out a soft laugh. It sounds condescending and detached.

“Oh please,” he says, like I’m a joke he stopped finding funny long ago. “For four years Aurelia couldn't catch a hint, I doubt the conversation won't also fly over her head.“

My fingers go numb.

“I keep her around because it’s convenient, not because I care about her feelings,” he continues to talk monotonously while tracing his hand around Derek's c*ck again. “Her father's military prowess. The stupid mate reputation. That’s all she’s good for.”

I stand there, unsure what to think or do as I watch the version of my life I thought I understood collapse into something unrecognizable.

Suddenly the memories play out more sinisterly. The way he stood beside me like I mattered. The way I thought he was devoted to only me.

He never kissed me! He never even tried to touch me despite growing the best pair of breasts in high school and I'm so foolish! I thought he was holding back for my sake.

I take a quiet step back like if I make any noise, the sound might betray me before I’m ready to exist again.

Oliver continues to stroke Derek who also has his hand in his pants now as they kiss passionately.

A passion I never thought Oliver could express but it's not because he couldn't, it's because he couldn't to me.

I'm just Aurelia Winterfield, a girl that's convenient and contained for him.

I turned away and rush out the space before I really died for lack of air. I could confront them but what do I say, what do I ask that's not more humiliating.

Every step I take away from the building feels like I’m moving through someone else’s body. The air is too sharp in my lungs yet everything feels too indifferent to what just happened inside that room.

In time, I reached the hotel room with my keycard heavy in my jacket.

It was supposed to be the key to the perfect night with my perfect boyfriend who is meant to take my virginity yet here it is in my pocket, a glaring catalyst to my life falling apart.

“Aurelia?”

Cecile’s voice pulls me back to my surroundings. She’s standing near the end of the corridor in a peculiarly revealing black dress and a mask hanging over her head. She's probably going to another private s*x club party.

For the first time since the horror that is my night, my thoughts align themselves.

“What happened?” she asks. “You look like...”

I stop in front of her with my fingers tightening around the hotel keycard in my pocket.

Candles. Silk sheets. A night I thought would mean something sacred to Oliver and I. A laugh almost leaves my throat but it doesn’t sound like humor.

Cecile stares at me like I'm crazy now but I don't mind. For once I'll take her advice to loosen up. I'll do more than loosen up.

So I ask, very calmly, “…where’s the nearest place I can find a man to sleep with?”

••AURELIA POV••

“You better be joking,” Cecile stops abruptly on her way to guiding me into the hallway that opens into the club. She faces me.

“He's gay Cecile,” I bite out.

She quickly retorts. “Yeah I heard you the first time, I just thought,” she pauses mid sentence.

The bass from the club bounces across the walls like a second heartbeat under my skin. Colored lights flash across her face, but I can still see the way her expression twists from shock first, then into anger.

“I’m not joking,” I say louder. “I saw him!“

Her grip tightens around my wrist. She continues to pull me further into the crowded bar.

“With Derek?” she asks sharply.

I nod once.

“Oh, that c*nt” she cuts herself off, dragging a hand through her hair. “That absolute idiotic c*nt!