Page 24 of Puck Right Off

Thinking of Tristan immediately sends my mind to the custodial closet. No one has ever made me come like he did. The orgasm was so damn intense….

My blood runs faster, my heart pounding as the images roll through my head. I can feel his touch, even though he isn’t in the shower with me. But damn, that would be so hot.

A moan falls out of me as my fingers slide to my nipples, pinching them just the way he did. Within seconds, the fantasy takes over.

Tristan isin the shower with me, his finger teasing my nipple while his hot mouth sucks on the other one. My pussy throbs, aching for his touch. When I moan, his eyes flick to mine, the mossy green darkening from desire.

Releasing my nipple, his gravelly voice washes over me. “Do you want me to touch that pretty pussy, Jordyn?”

“Please. Touch me,” I beg, arching toward him.

A smirk curls his lips before his hot mouth moves back to my breast as his other hand slides to my pussy, slipping between my wet folds. I whimper, grinding against his hand, wanting him so damn much I’m ready to explode.

“Tristan,” I whine. Before I can get another word out, his finger sinks deep inside me while his thumb rubs over my clit. “Oh, fuck.” My head falls back, hitting the shower wall. “Yes. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He releases my breast and drops to his knees. “I need to taste you. I’m fucking starved for your sweet pussy.”

My fingers run through his wet hair. “Y-Yesss.”

His mouth seals over my clit while his finger pumps in and out. I moan and gyrate my hips against his face, wanting everything he’ll give to me.

Grabbing my leg, he throws it over his shoulder. “Ride my face until your juices drip from my chin.”

Fuck me.I immediately comply, the feeling of his tongue deep inside, fucking my pussy, driving me insane.

When his mouth seals over my clit, my head rolls against the shower wall. He plays my body like a masterful musician. I grind against his face, our rhythm in tandem, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Tristan. I’m gonna cum on your face.”

He curls his fingers, his tongue flicking over my clit so fast that I explode like a bomb. His name is on my lips as my hand twists in his hair, nails digging into his scalp so hard I’m probably making it bleed.

Pullingmy hand from between my legs, I open my eyes, and still as a pair of familiar green eyes stare at me through the glass shower door.

“That was the hottest damn show I’ve ever seen. Mind if I join in on the fun?” Tristan says as he opens the shower door.

I’m not myself as I peel my back from the wall. “Get in here, hockey god.”

As he quickly strips and climbs inside, I whisper, “How the hell are you here?”

“You left the door unlocked. And before you ask, Josh isn’t home, and I shut and locked it.” He smirks at me,backing me against the shower wall. “After I heard you moaning my name, I couldn’t resist?—

“Oh my God. I was that loud?”

“I may have pressed my ear to the door and listened.” He winks at me. “I’m glad I hurried home after practice to see you.”

“You missed me?”

“Of course. You’re all I can think about.” He lifts me, and I wrap my legs and arms around him, clinging to him like a koala bear in a tree. His hardness presses against my pussy, and I immediately wiggle against him. His answering moan into my mouth sends shivers down my spine. “Damn, kitten. My control is hanging on by a thread.”

I grin against his lips. “Good.”

He moans again before he grabs my arms from the back of his neck and pins them overhead against the shower wall. He holds my wrists with one hand while the other trails down my body. “You got yourself pretty worked up for me.” He hungrily kisses me again, his hand cupping my pussy. “So fucking wet after your orgasm.”

I stare at him through lust-filled eyes, a whimper coming from my lips. “I need you, Tristan. I wanna feel you inside me.”

“Jesus, kitten.” He wraps his hand around his cock, sliding the tip against my clit, making me moan.

“Fuck. I need to grab a condom. They’re in my room.” He releases my wrists. My hand wraps around his arm as he starts to move away. Tristan stills, staring at me with a question in his eyes as the water pelts his back.

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