Page 4 of Puck Shy

“See you,” he says, walking off. I don’t bother to look after him. Instead, I take a deep breath. For a second, I wonder if I should get that drink to loosen me up, but then I decide against it. I don’t drink much during our regular season, and given the environment, I’d rather have a clear head.

“Stop being such a pansy,” I tell myself.

“Yeah, stop it.”

I whip my head to the side to see a woman who looks kind of familiar standing next to me. Her honey-brown hair is in a ponytail, and she’s got on a jeweled red mask. Her eyes are green, and her plump lips are painted a dark cherry red.

I scan her body, not ashamed to look blatantly because of where we are and what’s going on inside these rooms. She’s round, her generous breasts pushing against the cups of her sparkly red bra. Her soft stomach is cinched by some little corset thing, and she’s got on a matching red thong. I bet if she turned around, her ass would look good enough to take a bite out of.

The attractive woman smiles at me, her eyes never leaving my face. It’s then I realize I haven’t said anything.

“Do you need me to give you a pep talk?” she asks, her mouth pulling into a smile that reveals a set of straight white teeth with a tiny gap between her two front ones. It’s cute.

I scan her body again and feel blood rush to my cock. The red bracelet on her wrist sends a thrill up my spine—I’m more than excited to see she’s willing to play.

“I don’t know,” I say, giving her a flirty smile. “Are you good at them?”

She takes a long second to check out my body. I notice the way she fidgets and her cheeks flush, signaling that she likes what she sees. It could also be that she knows who I am, but I don’t care right now.

She straightens her shoulders, her tits jiggling from the movement. A hard look crosses her features, and she smacks me on the shoulder like the guys do when I’ve scored a goal.

“This is it, MVP. This is your night to get laid. Your night to have your dick sucked and fuck around. Now don’t be a pussy—go fuck some pussy. Or ass, mouth, whatever you want. Don’t let this dicking day pass you by. You’ve so got this!”

I can’t help it, I laugh. Loudly. She called me MVP, which answered the question of if she knows who I am, but that ridiculous little speech makes my entire body relax.

“Good?” She laughs.

“That was something, alright.”

She purses those cherry lips, and now I want to know if she tastes like cherries.

“Well, are you going in?” she presses.

I take a step closer so I’m towering over her. I’m over six feet tall, and while she’s not super short, I’ve still got some height on her. Her breathing picks up, and the energy between us crackles. “Depends.”

“On what?” she asks, her voice an octave lower.

“On if I get to watch you.”

Her breath catches. “And if I don’t want you to just watch?”

The blood from my brain all travels south, and the desire to kiss her right here in this hallway strikes me like lightning. I reach up and brush my hand down the side of her rounded cheek, her body shivering from my light touch.

“I’m in the mood for a little show and tell.”

Her forest-colored eyes stare into mine. “Funny,” she says quietly.

“What’s funny?” I ask, not able to stop myself from pressing my thumb into her lower lip. The softness has my mind wondering what they would feel like around my cock.

“You don’t strike me as a man who likes to share.”

I grip her chin between my fingers. She’s right—if she were mine, I wouldn’t share her day-to-day. But I do like to consider myself sexually adventurous and open to trying new things. Which is exactly why I’m at a sex club in the first place.

Now, I don’t think I could ever do the throuple thing like my brother. I’m more of a one-woman kind of man. I’d like to think I could share the woman I’m with in a scene if we’ve discussed it. Then, game on. But if she asked to date other people outside of me, I’d have to decline. That’s not something I could do.

But that’s not what she’s asking tonight.

“Sharing is caring, as they say,” I grin.

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