Page 43 of Hit For Six
‘On it.On it!’
Monty reluctantly pulled away, only to dive back in again for an explicit kiss, earning him a smacked buttock and a giggle.
‘Talk about keeping a girl waiting!’
Lola tutted as he stood in front of her, expectantly. God, he was perfect.
‘I’m all yours.’
Monty pressed his lips together in anticipation but he was forgetting a major detail or three.
‘If we do this, we do it properly.In all of your kit!’
‘Damn, I wish I’d never suggested it now,’ he said grumpily. ‘This is going to take forever to put on and take back off again.’
‘Not with my technique.’
That soon aroused his excitement. He ran to his kit bag, pulling everything out, scattering bats, balls and wickets all over the floor as he hunted for his helmet, pads and gloves, which he secured to himself in record timing.
‘Now I’m all yours.’
Monty stood in front of Lola again, trying not to laugh. She did her best to keep a straight face too. Where to start? Lola decided to be cruel to be kind. It took him a while to see where this was going as she got down on her knees to stroke his thighs, paying special attention to the sensitive upper inner areas, causing Monty to rumble out a series ofmmmmm’s. The fabric of his shorts suddenly stretched across his pelvis as his hardness became more prominent. Lola felt her nipples stand toattention but she was determined to make them both hold out. The anticipation was just as delicious and this was going to be a marathon not a sprint.
She moved down to his calves, her fingersslooooowlypulling the velcro apart to release his limbs, before sensually moving her hands down to remove his socks. Really, she should have insisted that he’d kept on his cricket shoes but they had to draw the line (or crease) somewhere. Thankfully his feet weren’t too stinky but he was a little ticklish– and this was noted for future reference.
‘Lola, this is torture! Like getting a taste of the most ambrosial nectar from a giant goblet, then having it whipped away from you.’
What a comparison.
‘Yeah, sorry about that.’
She giggled naughtily.
‘I’ll be getting you back for this,’ he quipped gruffly.
‘Good… I can’t wait to see what you come up with.’
A flash of want tingled deep within as Lola moved on to Monty’s shorts, tugging them down at her agonising leisure, kneeling again to massage his buttocks through his boxers. Calvin Klein. She did approve. Monty’s erection was enormous, doing all sorts of things to her insides and Lola couldn’t wait any longer to see it. She cupped his full balls through the white cotton of his underwear first, ekeing out the delay to pleasure him with her mouth. Monty let out a cry of distress and Lola whipped his boxers off, trailing her tongue down the shaft of his penis. It was a beautiful thing, in so much as this part of the male anatomy could be admired. Totally worthy of a nude statue in the Louvre, although she really didn’t like the idea of anyone else’s eyes feasting upon him.
‘You’ve given this some prior thought, I see.’
Lola went down on him before she could reply and his stream of consciousness stopped, his dick pulsing in her mouth as he let out a long groan of satisfaction, reaching for her hair with his chunky gloves. Lola couldn’t be doing with those! She deftly freed one of her hands to multitask, pulling the inhibiting accessories off one after another and flinging them who knew where so Monty could touch her properly, igniting a delightful paresthesia across her scalp, his own pleasure mounting until he cried out:
‘Helmet, Lola. Now! I need to get my lips on you.’
Slowly she stood, her body flush with his so she could catch his eyes burning behind the helmet, his mouth ready for action beneath the guard. It would be impossible to pull his cricket shirt up over his head without him getting stuck in it– along with a massive fit of giggles– so she gently undid the strap under his chin, lifting the helmet and throwing it onto the sofa.
‘Good work.’
‘Oh, I’m not done yet.’
Monty’s eyebrow shot up as Lola slid her fingers back underneath his top, rediscovering the contours of his body before his hunger had taken them on a detour. He sighed, biting down on his lip and she eased the garment over his head so that he was gloriously naked.
‘Where are we taking this, princess?’ his voice became urgent. ‘Sofa, bed or… indoor hot tub?’
Monty’s hot mouth was back on Lola’s in seconds, his firm hands yielding to her thighs, lifting her dress higher and higher, and although it felt like torture every time they inched apart and she wished they could stay like this, locked together forever, she almost bit him.
‘Did you just… Am I right in thinking I heard you sayindoor hot tub?’
