Page 44 of The Hat Trick

She bites her bottom lip, and I sense her hesitance. Probably not believing I’m actually clean considering my reputation. The reputation that is warranted, but still, I’m telling the truth. I never fuck anyone without a condom. The last thing I need is some puck bunny trying to trap me with a kid. But I know Chandler can’t stand me, and the last thing she would want is to be stuck with me.

“I’ll wear one.” I grab for my wallet when the silence goes on for a little too long, and I don’t want the moment slipping away.

She shakes her head, pushing her hips forward slightly, pushing the tip of my cock inside her a little more. “No, I believe you.”

For some reason those words hit me more than they should, and I don’t know why. Instead of thinking too much into it, I attack her mouth with mine again, pressing further into her. She’s so tight. So wet, and warm. I can’t help myself from pushing all the way to the hilt with a groan.

She tightens her hold on my hair while a loud moan flies from her swollen lips. I pull back to watch her face as I pull out to the tip before thrusting all the way in again. I know I said this would be hard and fast, but now that I’m feeling her grip my length, I want nothing more than to prolong this for as long as humanly possible.

I keep up with my steady thrusts, pulling almost all the way out, slowly before slamming back in. I do this a couple more times before she yanks at my hair, hard, and forces me to meet her lustful gaze.

“I know you can fuck me harder than this, McQuaid,” she snaps, and that’s it for me.

I pull out of her, dropping her feet onto the floor, and when she starts to protest, I grab a fistful of her hair at the scalp, and yank her body against mine. I lick at the seam of her mouth before pushing my tongue in roughly, walking the short distance over to the sink before turning her around and shoving her down over it. Keeping my grip on her hair, I use my other hand to lift up her dress and shove back inside her roughly.

Our eyes are locked in the mirror while I do what she asks. I fuck her hard. Her hips slam against the counter with each thrust, I’m sure she’s going to have bruises there, and I hope she does. I want her to remember this for as long as her skin is stained with the reminder of my cock inside her. I want my teammates to see it and be reminded as well. If this really is the only time I get to feel her, she’s going to remember it. And so will they.

I move my hand gripping her hair to the front of her throat, wrapping my fingers around it, but not tight enough to cut off any of her air.Yet. She pushes her ass back to meet my thrusts, and I hold her bunched up dress in my fist while I fuck her.

She starts clenching around my cock, and I tighten my grip on her throat. “Hard enough for you bunny?”

She presses her palms to the mirror in front of her and pushes back even harder on me as I feel her start to come undone underneath me. The feeling makes my balls tighten, and I’m not going to last much longer. She cries out her release, squeezing me so tight it triggers my own orgasm so fast I can’t do anything to stop it.

We come down, and I see her eyes clear, realizing what we just did. I let go of her neck, and pull out, admiring the sight of my cum dripping out of her before I fix her dress. She straightens and turns around to meet my gaze. I wait for words of regret, or her to slap me or something now that we aren’t in the moment.

She doesn’t, but the words she says don’t make me feel any better. “This will never happen again.”

I smirk. “Whatever you say, Little Bunny.”

I grab her around the waist, pulling her body against mine for another scorching kiss, which she doesn’t pull away from right away. When we do break apart, she shoves at my chest lightly and I fix my pants back on my hips.

“Get out so I can pee.”

I chuckle but do as she says. Knowing full well that this is most definitely going to happen again.

18

After Matt leaves the bathroom I do my business, and then examine the damage in the mirror. I look like I just got fucked six ways to Sunday, probably because that’s exactly what just happened. I must be losing my fucking mind.

I don’t do this.

I don’t sleep around like this. With multiple men.

Three guys, Chandler. Three hockey players. Really?

I wipe my face with a paper towel, and try to fix my smudged makeup, and my sex hair. I’ve been gone awhile, and I’m sure Vince is worried to some degree. Brent might be too, but he’s better at hiding it than Vince. I left my clutch with them which had my phone in it because I didn’t think in a million years I would end up locked in the bathroom with their asshole teammate.

I really didn’t think I’d let him fuck me in here either.

It’s like I was hypnotized. Or as Audrey would say dick-ma-tized. Even without seeing it, just knowing it was there is what did me in, apparently.God, when did I become such a sex addict?

When I finally feel like I’m presentable enough, I leave the bathroom and try to find Vince and Brent, only to get my things and leave.

Luckily, as I navigate through the throng of people, I don’t see Matt, and I can only hope that he left. My eyes land on Vince’s bright blue ones, and he smiles wide when he sees me, then gives me a curious look as he takes in my appearance. I know my cheeks are pink and lips are swollen, which is a look on me he is all too familiar with.

Plus, there’s the uncomfortable way I’m walking from the soreness between my legs, and despite how I tried to clean up, I am making Matt’s wish come true and going back to Vince with his cum dripping down my thighs.

“You’ve been gone awhile, everything okay?” he asks once I approach. I gently grab my clutch from him, and nod.

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