Page 12 of Deck His Balls

He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m making your fantasy come true, Trish. Relax and enjoy it.”

His words send a shiver down my spine as he teasingly circles my clit with his fingertips. I bite my bottom lip, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the building pleasure. The soft music in the background blends with the sound of cutlery clinking against plates, creating an erotic symphony that heightens my arousal.

“So,” Joel says, his voice deceptively casual as his fingers continue their relentless assault, “what’s next on the agenda for Serenity Hoops Camp this year?”

I can’t believe he’s actually managing to hold a conversation right now, but I force myself to respond. “Um… we’re planning a new mentorship program, pairing our high school players with successful alumni from the camp.” I gasp as his fingers slip inside me, his movements becoming bolder, more insistent.

“That’s amazing, Trish. It’s so important to give back to the next generation,” he says, his voice a low rumble in my ear.

“I… I agree,” I pant, arching my hips slightly to meet his probing fingers. “But right now, I… I…”

Joel’s laughter is muffled by the tablecloth. “I know exactly what you want, Tricia,” he whispers, and I detest how well he seems to understand me.

His fingers pick up the pace, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of climax, my entire body on fire. I graspat the tablecloth, struggling to maintain some semblance of composure, but it’s no use.

My breath catches as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white as I fight to maintain composure. Joel’s dark eyes never leave mine, watching intently as I unravel under his touch.

“Joel,” I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curl into a satisfied smirk. “Yes, Tricia?”

I can’t form words, my body trembling as the tension builds. My hips involuntarily buck against his hand, seeking more. The restaurant fades away, my world narrowing to Joel’s burning gaze and the exquisite sensations he’s creating.

Suddenly, it crashes over me. My eyes widen and I bite down hard on my lip, stifling a moan as my body convulses. Waves of ecstasy pulse through me, leaving me breathless and shaking.

Joel slowly withdraws his hand, looking impossibly smug. “Check, please!” he calls out, his voice husky with desire.

My mind whirls, struggling to process what just happened. Did we really just…? In public? The lingering pleasure mixes with a heady rush of excitement and disbelief.

“Ready to get out of here?” Joel asks, a smile set on his face.

I nod, still dazed. “God, yes.”

As we stand to leave, my legs wobble slightly. Joel steadies me with a hand on my lower back, sending another jolt through my oversensitive body.

“You okay there, Coach?” he murmurs, amusement coloring his tone.

I shoot him a playful glare. “I think you know exactly how okay I am, Jo. At this rate, I may jump you in the car if you don’t hurry the hell up and stop teasing me.”

Joel picks up his pace even as a smile crosses his lips.

Chapter Seven

Joel

My heart pounds as Tricia pulls me towards the car, her eyes sparkling in the dim parking lot light.

“Undo your pants before you get in,” she whispers, her breath warm against my ear.

I raise an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Tricia just smirks and slides into the passenger seat. Glancing around to make sure we’re alone, I quickly unbutton my slacks before settling behind the wheel.

As soon as I start the engine, Tricia’s hand is on my thigh, inching higher. “I’ve got an early Christmas gift for you,” she purrs.

My breath catches as her fingers deftly pull my cock free of my boxers. I grip the steering wheel tighter, torn between watching the road and watching her.

“Tricia, what—” I start to ask, but the words die in my throat as she wraps her hand around me.

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