Page 3 of Puck Like A Girl

At the top of the staircase, I search for the bathroom, jiggling each door handle until one finally opens.

But once inside, I realize it’s not a bathroom, and I’m not alone.

“Sorry,” I say to the guy lying on the bed.

His hand stills over his huge cock.

Shit, I just walked in on some guy masturbating. And not just any guy, it’s Coulter. And instead of being grossed out, my nipples pebble into hard points, and my panties dampen.

My gaze snaps to his eyes, and I’m mesmerized by the raw look of desire staring back at me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.

Before I know what I’m saying, I utter, “Don’t stop.”

I shut the door behind me and move closer to the bed. So close I can see every vein in his thick cock. The pre-cum leaking from the tip has me licking my lips, imagining his salty taste.

He hesitates for a second before he continues to stroke himself. His hand runs up and down his hard length. His cock looks to be about nine inches long and oh-so thick. I’ve seen my fair share of cocks, but I’m certainly no expert.

I squeeze my thighs together, the strong pulse of my clit making my panties wet. The worry of the punch stain setting in my favorite dress is long forgotten.

His breathing speeds up, but his eyes never leave my face. The rhythmic sound of skin on skin, as he thrust into his hand is almost hypnotic, making me step forward, needing to be closer to him.

His cock pulses in his hand as he throws back his head, and his cum splashes all over his muscled stomach and chest. The urge to run my fingers through his cum for a taste has me stepping closer to the bed until I look up at the poster on his wall.

Fuck. Of course, he would have that on his wall.

I stumble out of the room before he can recognize me as the girl on the poster.

“Wait!” he calls out, jumping out of the bed as I slam the door in my haste to leave his room.

What was I thinking, having him masturbate in front of me? Sure, it was so fucking hot, but now what? What do I say to him at tryouts tomorrow? I really liked watching you jack off in your room last night. Can we do it again?

I run through the hallway and down the stairs. I push through the crowd until I reach Britt, who is still in the same place I left her.

“Come on, Britt, let’s get out of here.” I grab Britt’s arm, ushering her out of the house. Thankfully, Fin is nowhere near the front door to watch us scurry away.

“Did you see everything you came here to see?” Her question is innocent enough, but I stumble at her words.

I regain my balance. “More than enough,” I mumble, pulling her along the sidewalk. I don’t dare to turn around to see if we are being followed.

The thought of not just one but all three of them catching me races through my mind. The tiny voice in the back of my head that is supposed to help me make responsible decisions answers with a resounding Yes! Please catch me!

I tug tighter on Britt’s arm, pulling her along the sidewalk and trying to put as much distance as I can between us and three of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. I need to vanquish them from my thoughts so I can concentrate on tryouts tomorrow.

Good luck with that. The tiny voice in my head taunts me.

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Coulter

The vision of her brown eyes watching me as I stroked my hard cock haunted me last night. In my dreams, she took off her dress and slid her panties to the ground standing in front of me in only her high heels before sinking to her knees and taking my cock in her warm, wet mouth.

I could almost feel her throat tighten as my imaginary cock hit the back of her throat.

I let out a little groan, thinking about her. If only she hadn’t run away last night.

“Are you okay, man?” Fin bumps my arm, gaining my attention.

“I’m fine.” I scowl. Damn, these stupid tryouts. I should be out looking for my mystery girl. Instead, I’m stuck in the hockey arena, picking two newbies for our team.

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