Page 47 of Pucking Never

“Oh, my God!” she whimpers. “Jensen! It’s so… so good!”

I don’t stop touching and licking her. I need to taste her orgasm before I bury myself inside her. With tongue, lips, and teeth, I push her higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. My erection strains in my pants, but I ignore it for the time being. I need to get her there, first. I need her to fall apart under my tongue.

Suddenly, her grip on my hair tightens and she shrieks as her hips begin to undulate against my face. Yes, yes, yes! This is exactly what I want. I draw out her orgasm for as long as I can, before I’m quickly on my feet undoing the ties of my pants. Shoving them down my thighs, I grab the base of my cock, line myself up with her entrance and slam into her as she’s still feeling the aftershocks of her release. I know it’s risky, with no condom, but honestly, I don’t hate the idea of Grace pregnant with my baby. I don’t hate it at all.

“Jensen!” she cries as I begin to move my hips in a hard and fast rhythm. My hand reaches down to take one of her legs, lifting it to rest upon my shoulder. The only thing I can think about is taking her deeper. Making her feel every inch of my cock until she swollen and unable to walk. Remembering every time she moves that it’s my cock, and mine alone that can make her feel this good. I need to leave my mark on her, inside and out, so that no one ever doubts how much I want her.

How much I love her.

“You’re mine,” I growl as I pound into her soft body.

“Yours,” she agrees. “I love you, Jensen. I love you so much!”

“I love you too,” I roar as my orgasm slams into me, taking me by surprise. My pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful as I pour myself into her.

When I come back down to earth, I drag her into the large desk chair, her arms wrapping around me as she slowly tries to catch her breath.I don’t want to move. I want to stay right there, in her arms, for the rest of my life.

However, reason soon returns to my satiated mind as I gaze down into her flushed face.

“You okay?” I ask with a soft smile.

She nods, looking more than pleased. “Fantastic.”

“Good. We can’t stay in here forever.”

She glances around with a sigh as she seems to take in the mess we’ve created. “You do have a point, I suppose.”

Slowly I help her to her feet, and then I stand on my own. My hands quickly grab at the scattered clothing as I help her redress. The last thing I want is for someone to walk in to see what belongs to me. Once she’s presentable and my pants are laced back up, I take her hand and lead her back out of the office. Making our way to the locker room, where I’m relieved to find the hallway empty. My dad’s gone — for now.

I know I’ll have to deal with him eventually, but for now, I just want to bask in the knowledge that Grace loves me.

“I need to go get my equipment from the press box,” Grace says.

“Okay,” I tell her. “You go grab your things, and I’ll get changed. We’ll meet back here, okay?”

She nods. “All right.”

I watch as she hurries down the hallway, and only when she turns a corner and is out of sight do I make my way into the locker room to quickly change my clothes and gather my things. Most of the team is already gone. Grace is waiting for me when I emerge and we walk out to the parking lot together.

“I was wondering where you disappeared to,” Carson’s voice greets us as we step outside. He’s leaning against one of the stadium’s pillars, apparently waiting for us. He pushes away from the pillar and moves to stand in front of us. His eyes flick down to where our hands are clasped and he sighs. “Suppose this means you two have made up?”

Grace and I share a glance.

“Yeah,” I nod, looking back at him. “We have. How about you and me?”

He regards me for a long moment and my heart starts to race.

At length, Carson grins and says, “Yeah… we’re okay. As long as you guys are good and happy, I can get past the ick of this whole thing.”

I burst out laughing and let go of Grace’s hand so I can hug my friend. He pats me on the back and then moves to his sister. They stand staring at each other and I can see the nervous energy burning in Grace’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she says at length. “I’m sorry I kept this from you. I… I was scared that you’d be upset and we’d just started getting close again…”

Carson holds up his hand and she falls silent.

“I’m not happy that you didn’t tell me,” he admits. “It really hurts that you didn’t feel like you could come to me with this.”

She bites her lip and nods, her eyes downcast. “I know. It was really shitty of me.”

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