Page 149 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“That wise mouth of yours would be around my pierced cock and giving me the high of euphoria I fucking deserve.”

My insides flip while my cock grows harder by the second.

“Tempting.” I’m already gravitating to him, our lips grazing while I take in the faint scent of his cologne. “Should I be a good boy and get on my knees, Captain?” I can’t smile enough at the feral growl that vibrates against the walls of his throat.

His kiss shatters the last strings of resistance I had to hold back. Shivers of desire race through me, igniting wild swirls of warmth in the pit of my stomach while my cock is hard and needy.

All this sexual teasing between us the last few weeks has been utter torture, yet I secretly feared making a bold move like I had tonight.

When in the zone, between him and I, it’s so easy—flawless in execution—yet I still fear how far I can take this before he pushes me away.

Until I’m rejected for having far too much passion for this man.

My hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer as if we’re not close enough. Our lips are desperate for one another, searching and exploring what feels like new territory.

How many times did I wish to enjoy these lips? To rub the fine cotton of his shirt to feel the lines of his chiseled chest? For my tongue to explore the inner hollows of his mouth while my ears listen to our heavy breaths and moans for more?

And after all that, I wonder what it would be like to add Mikayla into the equation.

When we part, it feels like my lungs are on fire, that no amount of air can fill them up to capacity. Yet, my body is on a buzzed high, a constant current of excitement, and my lips are wet and tingle after enduring a fight for dominance.

It’s taking everything in me not to take him by the hand and pull him inside where we can strip out of clothes and take this to the next level, but something is stopping me.

One key piece is missing.

I don’t know what possesses me to gravitate my gaze to the glass doors, but when they land on a sight I’ve only seen in my wet dreams, I struggle to breathe.

Or think.

There’s our girl.

Our Heartbreaker Queen.

My Jagiya.

Leaning against the door frame.

My glass of gin is in one hand, while her other hand is between her legs.

Fingering her pussy.

The alcohol must be twisting my line of perception, yet I can see from the corner of my eye that Maddox is seeing what I’m witnessing.

This isn’t a dream.

It’s real.

So pucking real…

Oh God, forgive me. I’m about to enjoy a night of sin.

The Burning Lust Between Us

~MIKAYLA~

What am I doing?

Is that the right question to ask yourself as you watch the captain and defenseman of Strattonville Vipers make out with so much pent-up passion, you feel like you’ll cum from the sight?

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