Page 112 of Triple Pucked
My eyes widen.
Pressed over the table with my Robyn wrapped around me like she’s going to hold onto me forever and never let go, I watch with wide eyes as the ball trembles on the lip of the pocket.
Then it falls in.
“I did it,” I whisper, stunned.
It’s the first time that I’ve played. I didn’t really think that I would win with the way that my luck has been going.
“You did it.” Robyn’s voice is low and seductive in my ear. “Looks like I get to pleasure you over the table.”
If I won, why does it feel like I’m still the prize?
Robyn licks the shell of my ear. “Don’t drop out of position.”
My fingers whiten on my cue
She reaches down to my back pocket, fishing out my phone.
She drops it in front of me. “Keep an eye on the time. I’ll be busy.”
“What…?”
“Don’t talk.” Robyn’s hand works its way between us and then down the crease of my arse, while she kisses down my neck.
“Bloody hell.” I struggle to hold my stance.
At the same time, I wish that I wasn’t staring at my phone.
I can see the twelve unread messages on there from Blythe.
Thirteen…
Fourteen…
I bite my lip.
Blythe must be furious that I’m ignoring her and the punishment card that she sent ahead of the game against the Washington Capitals tomorrow.
I know that I should tell Robyn.
Am I putting my lovers in more danger by ignoring Blythe? Should I follow through with her orders?
One more punishment.
I can bear it for the woman who is now sliding down my black jeans and underwear to my knees, before slipping her hand through my legs to massage my balls.
The woman who calls me herbest studentand helps me to pot my first ball in snooker, even if it means that I win in our contest.
Robyn makes me feel like I’m a winner and not a loser.
She’s the opposite of Blythe.
Robyn runs her free hand down my side, while playing with my heavy balls.
When she grasps my hard cock, I gasp. She milks me with long, firm strokes.
It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.
