Page 41 of No Pucks

One of my players.

I know it’s wrong as I push my door open.

He’s on his knees before I can even get the door closed. I shouldn’t want this, but I do, and I can’t say no to him any longer. Maybe Krista’s right. Maybe I need to get this out of my system, only let it happen once.

He pulls my cock out of my sweatpants, skipping right to licking my tip. He doesn’t take me into his mouth right away. He teases and plays.

I lean against the wall, abandoning my cane so I can push my hands into his hair to guide him deeper.

He takes the silent suggestion, wrapping his lips around me while he looks up with his beautiful blue eyes. My entire body shudders with pleasure. He swirls his tongue in the most divine way, lips tugging up in a smile.

It’s not enough. I want more. I want to fuck everything I feel into his throat. The years of starved lust. The touch I miss so much. The anger and fear of losing my job since I realized who he is and that he’s on my team. I want to take every fucking bit of what I feel out on those pretty lips.

He tries to pull back, but I tighten my grip on his head, keeping him in place as I work my hips. His brow pops, and I groan.

“You followed me home. I get to do what I want now.”

He gives a slight tip of his head in a nod.

“I shouldn’t want you as bad as I do.”

He lifts his shoulders, giving me adeal with itbefore grabbing my hips and taking control of my pace so he can fully swallow my cock.

I nearly come.

How will I ever say no to him again?

I tighten my grip and force him down further. He takes it with a moan, allowing me to take control of the pace. But I slow, not wanting to break the spell. I want this to last. I’m so fucking touch starved. I’ve walled this side of myself off so long, I’m likea dam ready to burst. I need more than just his lips on my dick. I barely kept it casual when we hooked up before. This time, I can’t. I want his lips on mine again. I want to feel our bodies pressed together.

He pulls off, licking his lips. “I want you inside me.”

“I was.” I slide a thumb over his lower lip.

“You know what I mean.” He pushes to his feet, stroking me as he rubs our mouths together.

“I know, and you don’t get to make demands when you have my cock out.” I can’t let it go that far. A blow job is one thing, but actually fucking him seems like so much more of a line to me.

He sucks in a breath, pupils dilating. “Please.”

I pull my sweats back up and put my hand on his chest to walk him backward. “I want you naked again.”

“Do I get to see all of you?” He glances over his shoulder.

“Eyes on me. I’ll guide you.”

He locks his gaze to mine, not dropping his question. “Do I?”

“Maybe, if you’re good.”

“I can be so good.”

I lead him to my bedroom and stop him in the middle. “Strip.”

He doesn’t hesitate, pulling off his shirt then kicking off his jeans to stand before me in his full glory.

Do I dare fuck him?

The culmination of all my closeted years capitulate into this moment. I’ve never fucked a man despite always knowing I’m bisexual. I held off, always allowing myself an excuse. I used my career for a long time, and then I was married. Even after she left me, I came up with excuses, including the night I fucked around with Logan.

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