Page 11 of Pucking Vacation

She obeys and relaxes, and before long, I’m on the edge of release. I move faster and she takes me with little difficulty. As I cum, I hold her against me and pump into her throat. She swallows everything I give her. When I finally pull my softening cock from her mouth, she grins up at me and smacks her lips, clearly proud of herself. I gently brush her tears away with my thumbs as I gaze down at her, my heart hammering in my chest.

I pull her to her feet and kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue. I’m ready to continue, but a voice suddenly booms from the end of the alleyway.

"Hey! What are you two doing back here?"

Startled, we pull apart to see a burly security guard staring at us with a mixture of shock and disapproval. Lynn giggles nervously while I clear my throat, trying to come up with an explanation.

Before I can speak, the security guard shakes his head and points back towards the street. "You can't be back here. It's not safe. Now get out of here before I have to call the cops."

Embarrassed but exhilarated, Lynn and I quickly make our exit, laughing as we stumble back onto the brightly lit street. As we walk away hand in hand, I realize that with Lynn by my side, every moment truly is an adventure waiting to happen.

How am I supposed to just walk away from her at the end of the week?

Four days into the trip, Lynn’s friends reclaim her, declaring they are having a girls’ night and I’m not invited. As much as I want to spend more time with her, I know I’ve been monopolizing her so I don’t complain. I decide since the girls are going out together, Tyler and I can spend the evening out together as well.

We decide to hit up a local club that Tyler heard about from some other Spring Breakers. It’ll be nice to go out, have some drinks, and just hang out with my brother, even if I know I won’t be able to stop myself from thinking about Lynn the majority of the time.

Freshly showered, I’m getting dressed when my phone suddenly starts to buzz. I pick it up off the dresser it’s resting on, and smile when I see it’s my friend and teammate, Carson Monroe. He might be a freshman, but he’s already proven himself on the ice. He’s one hell of a player.

Answering the call, I say, “Yo, Monroe. What’s up?”

“Hey Reece,” he replies. “How’s Miami?”

“Great.” My mind instantly flashes to Lynn, and warmth seeps through me. “Really great. Tyler and I are just getting ready to go out.”

“Oh, I won’t keep you,” he assures me. “I was just wondering if you’ve heard anything about our training schedule when school starts back up? I know when we’re supposed to start, but do you know if we’re going right into strength training, or if Coach is going to want us to work more on endurance first? I want to get a jump on whatever we’re doing.”

I chuckle. This kid is impressive. Even when we’re supposed to be on break, his mind is still on the game and improving himself however he can.

“Sorry, man,” I tell him. “I haven’t heard yet. You’ve got that workout sheet Coach gave us, though, right? You can use that in the meantime.”

He sighs. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t think it’s challenging enough.”

“You’re supposed to be on Spring Break,” I tease him. “Relax, dude.”

He laughs. “That’s never been one of my strong suits, bro. My sister and I have that in common. Ironically, she’s actually off enjoying herself in Miami, too. Apparently, it’s where all the cool kids are.”

“Yeah. It’s a popular place.”

“For sure,” he says. “All right, sorry to bug you. Go out and get wild.”

“No worries,” I assure him. “If I hear anything, I’ll let you know. Talk soon.”

I hang up the call, tuck my phone into my pocket, check my reflection one more time, and head out of my room to spend a night on the town with my brother.

“So, you and Lynn are spending a lot of time together,” Tyler says, the low thump of the club’s music acting as background to our conversation. “I thought you said it was just a fling.”

“It is,” I tell him with a frown. “What makes you think it’s not?”

We’re at the club, tucked away in a rounded booth in a shadowed corner, away from the crowded dance floor, music, and bar. Thankfully, we’re able to afford bottle service so we don’t have to try and fight our way into getting a drink.

Tyler takes a sip of his tequila and tonic, his eyes scanning the crowded club for a moment before returning to me. "Come on, man. I know you better than anyone. I can see it written all over your face," he says, his voice serious despite the loud music surrounding us. "You've caught feelings for her, haven't you?"

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, avoiding his gaze as I swirl the glass of whiskey in my hand.

“Of course not,” I insist. “That would be a stupid thing for me to do. She’s made it clear what she wants, and what she doesn’t. At the end of the week, we part ways, and that’s it.”

“Is that really what you want?”

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