Page 84 of Trouble in Love
“No one will come in,” she whispered, reaching around to turn off the faucet. “Your coach asked me to calm you down, butwe don’t have long. Tori is coming to get me in five.” With that, she closed her mouth over my head and sucked me seeing-stars deep.
Droplets of water trickled from my stomach onto her face, sliding down her neck, vanishing between her tits. “Holy fuck, you look so good down there.”
“And your monster cock tastes so good,” she moaned, slipping off with a pop and looking up through her lashes. Damn, if I didn’t almost come. “Now, stop talking and fuck my mouth, baby.”
Yup. We do not need five minutes.
“Are you sure? You’re so wet already. Everyone will know.” Without answering, or perhaps it was her answer, she slapped my thigh and sealed her lips around me again, taking me straight to the back of her throat. Her gag was immediate and hot.Really. Really. Hot. Groaning, I thrust inside her warm wetness, my eyes rolling back into my head as I received another stinging slap to my thigh before she sunk her nails into my ass and pulled me closer. “Fuck it, Polly.” Gripping her head with both hands, I gave in, giving her what she wanted hard, fast, deep thrusts that had my heart thudded against my ribs. Her moaning and wriggling at my feet driving the need for us to be closer still. Never had I known it was possible to feel love and lust in such equal, soul possessing force. I wanted to crawl inside her, learning each and every part, basking in her glory for all of time.
“Polly,” I groaned, twisting my hands through her hair and watching her lips stretch, taking me so deep, so well. “Such a good girl. My pretty fucking girl.”
Slipping off my length with a pop, she smiled sweetly, almost innocently. “And I want to be your good girl, baby. But I just can’t help being bad.” With her eyes locked on mine, Polly then stopped time, removing her nails from my ass, one hand was redirected to my cock, her thumb tracing over and collecting thepre-cum from my slit, while the other slipped between her legs, rubbing where she needed most.
“Princess.” I groaned as she deep-throated me again, “Are you rubbing that sweet pussy while you suck me off?” She nodded, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, her hand moved from her pussy to my taint, breaching my hole in one move. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watered, her gagging groans and probing finger had my already-heavy balls bordering on implosion. “Fuck you’re incredible. Fuck, yes. Yes, I’m going to come.”
Polly continued to suck and pump inside my ass, deepening and hooking her finger till she hit that magic button. “Yes, there.That’s it.” On a growl, I stumbled backward, my pert hockey butt bumping the faucet and now was ice-cold water raining down, but did it stop us?
No. Nothing could take the heat off this moment. Polly was the best kind of wrecked, her hair was soaked, her shirt see-through, her sounds sinful. “Come with me, baby. Drench your fingers while I drown your tongue.”
Her groans, so deep and loud, echoed off the tiles, as she reached her peak right as my hot load hit her tongue, spilling onto her cheek and chin and down her neck.
Completely spent, I dropped to my knees, wrapping her in my arms, absorbing every aftershock that rattled through her body as wave after wave of pleasure washed over us.
“Holy shit. How are you so … you,” I sobbed, collapsing my head to her shoulder. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love …” she panted. “I love you, too.” Her confession, as she pressed a giggling kiss to my temple, left me dizzy, drunk on love, in a Polly-induced stupor I refused to wake from until. “Ah, babe, I don’t suppose you have any women’s clothes hanging around here, do you?”
Suddenly sober, I gave Polly a wink, shamelessly checking her wet, defiled body out while I could. “I don’t. But I know someone who might.”
Polly
“Ireally appreciate this, Tori. I know I must seem like—”
“Not the first hockey wife or girlfriend … or me I’ve had to sneak from the showers.”
“You?”
Tori nodded, a blush creeping over her cheeks as she gave me a ‘Shhhh’. “Have you met Bas?”
An assortment of faces scrolled through my mind. “Bas…. The weird-ass goalie?”
“Uh-huh.” she blushed, “He’s my … my weirdfriend.”
“Ahh. The kind of friend you take secret showers with, huh? They’re my favourite kind.”
Giggling, Tori led me down a series of corridors that opened up into a large open-planned dining hall where officials, players, their wives had gathered. It seemed my arrival was not welcomed by all. “Those aren’t the clothes you left in,” snipped one of the girlfriends, a pretty brunette named Rina whom I’d loathed at first sight. Apparently, it was a three-way agreement, as Tori snapped straight back.
“And that’s not the nose you were born with, Rina. Do I need to remind you of last season’s all-star game locker incident?”
“Bitch,” Rina muttered, dropping her head and pushing out from the table. Tori waved her off, then crossed her arms across her chest.
“I don’t need to look to know where she’s heading.” she huffed. I did though, so I followed Rina’s swagger until her ample ass filled the seat next to Dallas and Clara. “Her loyalties are as obvious as her fake tits. I’m not sure why you were so determined to be nice to her, Polly. Or Clara, for that matter. Not after what she did to Luca.”
“Let’s just say I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my time. I’d like to give her the benefit of doubt I was never afforded.”
“That’s my girl.” Luca’s proud smile washed over me as he and Rory childishly jostled their way toward the table. Pressing a kiss to the top of my head, he slid into the chair beside me, tucking me under his arm in the way I’d come to expect, and adore. “I saw you talking to Clara. I was so damn proud of you, Princess.”
“Give it up, D’Cruz.” Rory laughed, “We all know Tori just snuck her out of the locker room.”
