Page 106 of Hot for the Hockey Player
She collapsed against the sofa, boneless, chest heaving, and she released my hair.I sat up, my cock stiff and painful in my boxers, and a damp mark of precum making the light gray fabric dark in one spot.“You staying the night?”I asked, my eyes drawn to the swollen, glistening space between her legs.I already wanted more.
She groggily opened her eyes and blinked a few times, remorse in her gaze.“I can’t.”
I already knew her answer when I asked, but I had to try anyway.Maybe one day she’d surprise me and say she could.Eyeing the pitched tent in my lap, a sly smile curved her mouth, and she slid to her knees on the floor in front of me, pulling down my boxers.I lifted my hips up to help, and she took my cock in her hand, giving it a few cursory strokes before angling it into her mouth.
Fuck, she was good at giving head.The woman had zero gag reflex it seemed, and knew just when to add a little scrape of her teeth, or suck at the top to drive me mental.She used her hand as well, but made sure to deep throat often, letting my swollen crown get well acquainted with her tonsils.I made a ponytail with her hair in my fist and gently guided her up and down.
With her free hand, she softly cupped my balls and rolled them around in her hand.I was close in no time.Just the view of her, on her knees in front of me looking as sexy as she did, with her head in my lap, lips wrapped around my shaft, was better than any porno I’d ever watched, any fantasy I’d ever conjured while alone in my hotel room as my teammates banged puck bunnies.
A warm tingle grew in my lower belly as the pressure and pleasure built.I always tapped the woman’s head just to give her a warning.Some preferred not to catch, while others seemed not to care.Gabrielle was one who didn’t seem to care, and just kept going after I tapped her head.
That heat and pressure in my lower stomach reached a boiling point, everything in my body went rigid and I exploded.
And like a good girl, just as I let go, she deep throated and held me right at the back, contracting her throat in swallows to squeeze and milk my cock like a goddamn goddess.
All I could do was groan and repeat, “Holy fuck,” over and over again, until everything inside of me went limp and my soul—which had momentarily left my body—floated back to reclaim its rightful place within.
I released her hair, and she lifted her head, pulling off with a wet pop before daintily wiping the corner of her mouth with her hand.I hauled her up under her arms into my lap and immediately took her mouth with mine, tasting my release on her tongue as I’m sure she could taste hers on mine.It was erotic and messy, and so fucking hot.She straddled me and rocked her wet pussy against my limp cock, but it didn’t remain limp for long.
“Maverick,” she whimpered, her clit rubbing against my swelling cockhead.
“On all fours,” I growled, gathering her hair into a haphazard ponytail again and pulling hard enough to make her moan.
She scrambled onto all fours on the couch, resting on her forearms rather than her hands, ass in the air.She knew what I wanted, and I could tell by the way she trembled a little, that she wanted it to.
Positioned behind her, I reached beneath and dragged some of her slippery arousal upward toward her ass, circling the tight hole with my thumb.She moaned again and gave her ass a little wiggle.My cock was already hard again, but it’d have to wait.Spreading her ass cheeks with my hands, I probed her hole with my tongue, swirling and flicking.
“Fuck,” she breathed.
My hand wandered to her clit and two fingers ran rough circles while my tongue continued to circle and tease.Her hips started to move and her taut ass cheeks clenched against my face.I fucking loved it.She was so fit, so fucking sexy, that I could get her to relax and come undone this way was the biggest compliment and turn on.
Gabrielle Campbell was naked, on my couch, and letting me eat her ass—and enjoying it to boot.I never would have imagined this in even my wildest teenage fantasies.If eighteen-year-old Maverick could see me now, he probably wouldn’t believe it.
Her moans grew more fervent and her hips movements more frantic.She was close again.Drops of her arousal fell on my wrist and I ached to lick them off, but I didn’t want to move my hand and take any attention away from her clit for even a second.So I kept going.
In a matter of seconds, she was coming undone all over again, crying out as her clit swelled once more beneath my fingers and more of her release dripped onto my wrist.When she was done, I removed my hand and claimed my reward, licking that sweet honey off my arm.I quickly retreated to the bathroom to go wash my mouth and face, then returned to find her right where I left her on the couch.Face down, ass up.
I grinned like a kid on Christmas morning as I yanked my boxers back down, grabbed a condom off the coffee table, and sheathed myself.She eyed me playfully over her shoulder when I gripped her hips and slid home, both of us sighing as I bottomed out.
We took it slow and steady this time.There was no rush.We switched positioned a few times, finishing in the spoon position with me behind her, playing with her clit as we found our release together.
I kissed her shoulder, well aware of the bite mark I had left there a moment ago.“You’re going to have to wear shirts with sleeves for a few days,” I murmured.
I didn’t have to see her to know she was smiling.“Worth it.”
Moving my hand up to her breast, I gave her a gentle, loving squeeze.“Have a shower with me?”
She nodded, and turned around a bit so I could take her mouth.“Okay.”
We didn’t make it to the shower just then.I ended up grabbing another condom and taking her one more time, bringing her to orgasm beneath me as her thighs shook and sobs of pleasure fled her throat.She raked her nails down my back, holding my full weight against her.
I buried my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her.Cherry and almonds, just like I remembered.“This is getting really real, Maverick,” she whispered, almost too quiet for me to hear if her mouth wasn’t right next to my ear.
I lifted up and looked directly into her eyes.“I know.”
Swallowing hard, she blinked at me.“Come for dinner tomorrow night.”
I leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips.“Wouldn’t miss it.”
