Page 33 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
With every cry of his name, he needed more…wanted more.She was close, her muscles clenching around his tongue.When she snapped, he drowned in her pleasure.Her walls fluttered around his tongue.He drank up every drop he could get before swiping his tongue through her lips again.She shivered in his arms as he helped her off his face.
Cassie sagged against his body, panting."Okay, gi-give me a second, big guy."
"No rush, baby."He was content to have her against his chest.The burn of his heat was still astronomical, but it was a good burn.It licked up his insides and made his chest warm.Her body draped over him like a weighted blanket, he engulfed her in his arms.The sound of her heavy breathing was a balm to the inferno in his hips.He stroked his hands down her back.After a long moment of lingering in blissful silence, Cassiopeia peeled herself off his chest, smiling broadly.
"When you said 'ride', I didn't think you meant your face."
"I always mean ride my face, baby."
She snorted, standing up over his hips.His cock was standing eagerly.Grabbing him by the knot, his girl led his tip to her slit.With the confidence of an athlete who's never missed a shot, she sank onto him.Elliot's hips bucked up toward her, moaning as she took him to the hilt.Her hands pressed against his tensed stomach muscles.Her ponytail popped, all her curls falling around her.She tossed them, mermaid cresting out of water style.Elliot grabbed her by the hips, watching her bounce on his cock.A glorious painting he would have in his mind for all his days.Cassie, ripping her tank top and bra over her head, tits bouncing as she rode him like a professional cowgirl.
He crunched his stomach, sitting up till she was nose to nose with him.Putting her hands on his horns, he kissed her hungrily.Press for press, kiss for kiss, the sounds of wet slapping and his bench scooting back and forth over the floor surrounded them.Elliot spread his legs in order to thrust up into her.Working every muscle, he panted for air."Fuck, yes, that's my girl."
Did he have any hope she would take it?Hadn't even considered it.But when she sank onto him sharply, he felt the wet warmth spread over him.His bulbous knot was drenched in her desire and he shuddered.She'd taken him.She'd taken him.He smashed his mouth against hers.Teeth clinking, heavy breaths through his nose, he groaned into her mouth as he came…hard.Cold pleasure washed over him, a hard shake down his spine.His hooves dug trenches into the hardwood.Ropes of him spilled into her, dribbling out between them as he filled her and then some.Everything went still as they came down off the high.Endorphins pumped through his blood better than any workout.
"I…I took it," she whimpered, staring down at their laps.
He grabbed her chin and brought her mouth back to his.Kissing her hard before moaning against her lips."That's my girl.Cassie, fuck, baby, you did so good."
She cupped the sides of his cheeks, kissing him feverishly until her head was tossed back and his mouth was on her throat.Locked together around his knot till it softened, he covered her in appreciative hickeys.The pressure of his heat easing with every passing moment.His knot finally softened to normal and he fell from her with a hard flop.
"That wasn't too hard," she breathed.
"Oh, I was very hard."He grinned from ear to ear as she smacked his chest.
"Elliot!"And she squealed his name all the way to bed.
Morningcamelikeahard bat to the back of his head.He struggled to turn off his alarm and clamber out of bed.Cassiopeia crawled over the bed, opening her backpack and tugging out her clothing for the day.Elliot clocked the pencil skirt, "You going to the field today?"
"Yeah, but I have to spend most of the day at the paper.One of my articles is launching today, so I'm just going to the field for photos and promo.Mr.Pearson is meeting me there."She unfolded her flats and smacked them against the bed frame to flatten them.
"Oh!Cool, which one?"He popped his head into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush.Scrubbing his teeth while he watched Cassie wrangle herself into a pair of pantyhose.
"It's a surprise, but it's not yours; that one isn't due until the next-to-last game.They want to run it before the last game, get those ticket sales for the arena."She wiggled into her pencil skirt, looking like an Elliot chew toy.His mouth was too foamy to water, but he would have.She tucked a polka blouse into the cherry red pencil skirt and cinched it with a wide belt.However, she stole his breath away when she brought a wide tooth comb to him and two mini bandanas with cherries on them."Would you braid me into two?I've got a vision."
He spit his toothpaste out and washed his hands before getting his fingers on her curls.Elliot enjoyed the happy wiggle as she gave him her hair.He leaned around her, kissing her cheek.She scrunched up, a sweet squeal coming from her before she swatted at him.Elliot could feel her blush against his mouth as her cheeks burned.Heart fluttering, he worked her curls into two neat braids.He took care to ensure they were smooth and perfect.Then, tied each off with a cherry bandana bow.
"How's that?"He stepped back, letting her into the bathroom.She played with a few curls to pop around her pointy ears and forehead before she beamed.
"Perfect, thanks."She pushed up on her toes and kissed his cheek before grabbing up the toothbrush she'd used before.
They worked around each other while he got into his workout clothes.As he bent to brush out the fur on his legs, he saw something smooshed in her bag.His hoodie, there at the bottom underneath a to-go deodorant and a travel bottle of perfume.A giddy smile curled up on his lips.Even as she came up before him and applied a spritz of her citrus perfume, she left the hoodie in her bag.She slung it over her shoulder before looking at him."You ready?"
"Yeah, I'm just…I'm gonna miss you on the field today."The confession came out of his mouth without a second thought.She flushed, hugging her torso as she dug her toes into the hardwood flooring.
"Oh," she breathed, chewing on her lower lip.
"I mean, it's gonna be scrimmages so you won't be able to hang out on the grass unless you wanna strap up…anyway, but, yeah.I'll just miss hanging with you while we work out."He stepped before her, cupping her cheek in one hand.She gazed up at him with those sparkling, mischievous eyes.The curl of her pretty, puffy lips made his stomach clench.Surprisingly, however, his heat didn't kick back up."Oh."
"Oh?"She instantly knitted her brow, eyeing him suspiciously.
He glanced down at his gym shorts.Nothing, he was completely down.No swollen knot, no burning indigestion across his belly and hips, no pain in his balls like they were too heavy to handle."Uh, I…I think you cured my heat."
"What?"she snorted.
"I'm…I'm not, it's uh—you know, it's not important, but yeah, I guess this was a one and done kind of heat."He shrugged, feeling a new spring in his step.Was it over?Really over?Could he be a sensible boyfriend now?The relief of no longer having to be a certified horndog and being able to respect her space once more.Not that he wasn't going to want to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, but now he could make it home to a bed before bending her over the mattress.It was such a weight off his chest.
Cassiopeia eyed him before shaking her head, "Come on, big guy, you've got a team to work into shape and I've got a press release."
