Page 67 of Gross Misconduct

“Tongue me, Griffin. Yes.” I palm the locker for balance. With my other hand, I grab Griffin’s hair and shove his face deeper inside my opening. The coarse hairs of his beard rub against me as his tongue goes to work.

“Give me all of that good juju,” I say.

I bite my elbow pad as his tongue breaches my hole and slides inside me, spiking in and out. A cruel tease. I clench around his tongue.

“I love the way you tongue fuck me. I can’t wait for it to be your big dick stretching me open.”

Griffin moans against my hole. We haven’t discussed sex yet, but my thought on the subject is that I want it. I want it bad. And I want it from Griffin.

He stands up and leans into my ear. “You want that, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I whine.

“You want my dick.”

“So bad.” Griffin reduces me to a begging puddle of a man, and I’m okay with that as long as he delivers the goods.

I hear the teeth of his zipper break open. He grips my shoulder and steadies himself behind me. My legs can barely stand upright. The need pooling in my stomach rips through me with unrelenting intensity. I stroke myself faster, harder.

“Fuck me,” I cry out.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he teases. He drags his cock up and down my slick crack.

“No shit.”

“You want this cock.” His plump head pushes between my cheeks and presses against my opening. Just when I think he’s going to push through and penetrate me, he pulls back. His cockhead circles my hole.

His teasing shreds my patience. Heat and lust rage in my chest.

“Give it to me,” I plead with him like I’m fucking entitled to his cock.

He laughs against my neck. “You’d like that.”

Again he slides his cock down my crack, pushing against my hole, and stopping just before breaching.

“I was tested recently. I’m good to go.” Not even the talk about STDs can ruin this mood. I jut my ass closer to his crotch. At this point, I wish I were a Jedi so I could use the Force to move his cock inside me.

“We’re not having sex. You have to go to practice.” He spreads my cheeks apart and thwacks his cock on my sensitive opening. Every nerve in me pulses in response.

“We can be quick.”

His breath dances beside my ear. “Not with the things I want to do to you.”

Fuck. I can barely see straight. I tighten my grip around my own cock and jerk myself faster, harder, my mind scrolling through every potential scenario on his list.

He holds his hand by my mouth. “Spit in it,” he commands.

I lick his hand because I need to disobey him and show him he’s not the only one with a say here. Then I spit a glob into his hearty palm.

I hear him slick up his cock. He slips a finger inside me and grunts into my ear.

“Ringer, I can’t wait to come all over you,” he murmurs in my ear. I glance over my shoulder and catch him jerking himself off, his cockhead resting above my slick hole. “I want to watch you on the ice knowing that my come is sliding down your leg.”

“Fuck. Yes. I want your come.” My body tenses into a tight ball as desire fully takes hold of me. Hearing his grunting in my ear as he gets closer hurtles me over the edge.

He fists my jersey as he lets out a stifled groan and unloads down my ass. His hot seed drips down over my most sensitive areas, sliding between my cheeks. My balls draw up and I shoot onto the locker. Fortunately, metal is easy to clean.

Griffin rests his head against my shoulder as he catches his breath. “I love good juju.”

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