Page 146 of A Major Puck Up

“Are you going to spank me, Coach?” A zap of electricity shoots through me at just the thought of it.

He chuckles, the sound deep and raspy. “I should. You’re being such a brat. I should smack the sass right out of you. But no, I have other plans for this belt.”

He flips me onto my back and looms over me, crushing me with his weight. Before I have a chance to react, he grabs my wrists and pulls them above my head. With his eyes locked on mine, he binds my wrists together tightly.

“Holy shit,” I mutter.

Gavin smirks as he slides down my body. “Still too boring for you?”

My breath comes out in gasps, my voice weak. “Yeah, I mean, I’m still clothed.”

“Oh, I don’t need you naked to get you off, Peaches. That’s what you don’t seem to understand. I don’t even have to touch this pussy to make you cry out my name while you come.”

He ghosts his lips across my pelvis, then he slips his thumbs beneath the hem of my shirt and pushes it up, exposing my breasts.

“Fuck,” he says, working his way up. “I hate that you don’t wear a bra when we’re in public, but right now…” He flicks my piercing with his tongue, sending a bolt of need through me. “Right now I’m so fucking glad there’s nothing covering these perfect tits.”

When he gently sinks his teeth into my flesh, holding my nipple in place while he continues to flick the ring, I hiss.

“Shit.” My breaths come out quicker. “Holy fuck.”

His body is warm against mine, holding me in place, even as I writhe and buck. “You like this? Like how I’m using my tongue?”

“That’s not where I want your tongue,” I pant, tugging at my wrist restraints, desperately wanting to pull his hair and guide him to where I need him.

He chuckles. “Oh, it’s cute that you think you’re in charge.”

“You’re the one on your knees right now, Hockey Daddy. I’m the one who gets to watch you pleasure me.”

He smiles devilishly, his brown eyes dancing as he stares up at me with my nipple between his teeth. With a final flick, he releases, and the kiss of relief shockingly burns. “Who said you get to watch?” Brow cocked, he hauls himself up.

Cool air rushes in, punctuating the loss of his warmth. “Where are you going?”

Gavin doesn’t answer as he strides to his closet. With a flick of the light, he disappears inside. When he comes back out, he’s dangling a blue tie from two fingers. “You were saying something about watching…”

As he stalks toward me, I let out a surprised laugh. “Wait. You’re really going to?—”

He presses his mouth to mine, cutting me off, kissing me long and hard. When he pulls back, he gives me only one more second of sight before he drops the silky fabric against my eyes and then lifts my head to tie it.

“That too tight?” he asks softly, his words tickling my ear.

“No. It’s fine.”

It’s more than fine. The loss of my sight heightens my other senses. Not being able to anticipate his next move has me arching for him, aching for the moment his lips touch me.

He trails his fingers down my bare stomach, and then he’s tugging my pants down.

“Thought you were going to make me come without touching me down there.”

Gavin settles his weight above me again, his heat returning, his thighs straddling my hips. “Oh, I am. But I want to see how wet this beautiful pussy gets. I want to watch your clit pulse as I suck on your tits. And I can’t do that when you’re wearing pants.”

Holy shit. My hips buck of their own accord. Even my brain is panting out my thoughts. I’m a fucking puddle.

The first swipe of his tongue against my nipple has me clenching my fists, squeezing the excess leather from the belt.

“That’s it, Peaches. Grind that greedy pussy against me. Maybe if you rub hard enough, you’ll get what you need.”

“Gavin, please,” I beg.

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