Page 15 of The Labor Date
She pauses and looks me in the eye. “More. So much more. Need you. Want you. Deep inside of my pussy. Please, Scotty.” Her tiny begging voice moaning into my ear is my complete undoing.
“Fuck. You have me, baby. Don’t you know that? Since the night we first met.”
My hips grind my cock into her hands. I don’t even know who I am anymore. Where’s the player? Where’s the guy who just wants to fuck her for the season? He’s gone, leaving me one hundred percent pussy-whipped by this woman.
I feel like we should talk more, like this is a major step for us and needs words to cap it off, but I can hardly speak as she tugs my sweats down, reaching around to grip my ass.
“Make me forget them. No more Doug. No more Peter. Just you. Take me, Scotty. I’m all yours.”
She pulls down the top of her dress, baring her breasts to me. And I’m gone. Brainless. The only head thinking right now is the one between my legs that her hands are wrapped around, as I latch onto her nipple and flick my tongue around it.
I’m all action. If that’s what she needs, then she can count on me to deliver. We’ll figure out our situationship later. I gather up the hem of her dress and tear her tiny panties off. I love doing that. I’ll buy her a dozen of these stringy things and pull them off every time.
“You’re on the pill, right? Can I have you bare, baby?”
She moans and guides me to her slick center. I enter her wet pussy in one thrust, growling at the hilt.
“Yes, fill me up,” she purrs, squeezing my cock inside of her walls for good measure.
Oh fuck, I’m a goner for her, at the deliciousness of being inside of her. I remember the words she used to Winston the first day I arrived here.
“Am I your good boy?” I ask with slow, languid strokes.
“Mm. Yes, you are. My very best boy.”
“And you’re my good girl.” I pick up a rhythm, getting lost in her eyes. “Christ, I can’t resist you. Why can’t I resist you, baby?”
“Why would we even want to fight this between us anymore?” She breathes. She’s right. Why?
Nothing will ever feel as good as this with her. Not a single win on the ice, not holding that championship cup above my head one day. Nothing like this feeling I have with her.
My hips work and gain steam, our eyes lock, our fingers entwine above her head. With every thrust, she feels like home.
We come fast together, but I don’t stop. Hard again in an instant, I’ll fuck her all night long, making sure she knows, without any doubts, I’m the only man she needs.
13
SCOTT
By Friday,I try to talk Holly into leaving Winston at home and coming to my scrimmage. We’re playing some college kids from Montana State, nothing I can’t handle. Friends and families are allowed to attend.
It’s the end of September, the real hockey season starts in a week, and she still hasn’t seen me play. She hesitates with all kinds of Winston excuses until I hand her my jersey, the one with my number bold on the back, my name on the top. Her eyes grow big and round when she sees it.
“Please come and watch me play. Do you want me on my knees begging? I will.” I gather the sweater, ready to put it over her head like it’s some kind of initiation ritual for hockey virgins.
“A little begging doesn’t hurt.” Her smile smolders. And because I am an idiot in the best possible way, I drop to one knee.
She laughs and pulls me back up. “I’m joking. You know I don’t know a thing about hockey. But if it means that much to you, then I’ll come.” She slips her arms and head through the jersey.
Damn. The way my colors sit on her curves, with that bright smile of hers, sends something hot and dangerous through me. She wraps her arms around my neck.
“Thanks. It means a lot to me you’ll be there.” I kiss the top of her head like she’s fragile and mine.
“Of course. The minute you asked, I wanted to come. I was just enjoying watching you sweat a little. Even the getting-on-your-knees bit.” She teases.
“Oh, so you like to tease, huh?” I pick her straight up and lock my mouth on hers, ignoring Winston’s hissing from his perch. When I finally pull back, I promise, low and smug, “One of us will be on their knees later tonight. I guarantee it.”
“You mean you won’t be too exhausted after the game and party?”
