Page 96 of Hockey 101

He cups my breasts in his hands. Not as valuable as what’s underneath.

I hum with pleasure and arch up into his touch. I missed feeling his hands on my skin. I run my hands over that smooth, muscled chest and trace the tiny maple leaf tattoo with my finger. Ohhh, Canada. God, he’s so gorgeous. How did I go almost two weeks without this?

I’m sorry I took so long to make up my mind. I trace the curves of his biceps, savouring the warm skin and rippling muscle.

We’re here now. Jack forgives and forgets.

But I still want to make up for causing him any unhappiness. I pull away from his addictive touch and throw back the covers to expose Jack’s gorgeous athletic body. I kiss my way down the magical line that bisects Jack: the hollow between his curving chest muscles, the ridges of his sculpted abs, the golden trail of hair below his navel. I take my time, kissing and licking and brushing my hair against his skin. He groans happily.

God, Andy. Jack’s hoarse voice sounds like a prayer for me to keep going.

I finally hover over his beautiful cock, achingly hard and pulsing towards my touch. I take him in one hand and gently jerk his shaft. Then I gather up my hair and wrap it around his cock, then look up to gauge his reaction. He’s watching, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. In fact, he’s propped pillows behind his head so he can see everything.

Is this too weird? I ask.

No, no. It’s…good, he croaks.

I arrange my hair into a silky casing and slide it like a sheath up and down his thick cock. Jack’s breathing is loud and strained.

Then I look up at him and smile. Anything else you’d like?

Maybe we could…? Jack motions towards my chest. It takes me a moment, but then I giggle. Jack does have a bit of a breast obsession.

Anything for you, I purr. He swallows visibly.

I crawl between his thighs and take his cock in my hand. I lick him with long, lingering strokes, feeling the throb of his veins against my tongue. Jack whimpers at the sensation.

When his cock is nice and slick, I cup my breasts around his erection, squeezing to surround him with softness. Then I lift myself up and down, capturing him in the slick tunnel of my cleavage.

Fuuuuuuck, Jack groans. His eyes are fixed on me, like he’s trying to memorize every frame. Do you even know how hot you look right now?

Why does pleasuring Jack turn me on so much too? Sex between us is like nothing I’ve experienced before. It’s so raw and elemental.

I bend my head so I can suck the tip of his cock that’s emerging from my cleavage. I taste his saltiness, feel the softness of his skin, and lick along his ridges. As I’m doing this, I look up at him. See this, Jack? I’ll do whatever you want. Because you’ll do the same for me.

There’s a soft pop as his cock comes out of my mouth. My voice is a hoarse whisper. How do you want to come?

Jack blinks like his mind is shorting out with possibilities. Then he reaches down and traces a circle around my nipple. I nod. I’ve never done this, but I like that Jack will be my first.

The second I agree, Jack takes charge. He pulls me up until my breasts are over his mouth, then he kisses and sucks my nipples, first softly, then with harder suction. The sensations are intense and send shivers through my body. Finally, he releases me, and I roll onto my side. He half-rises and opens the drawer of his bedside table. I peek—no handcuffs, but there is a large box of condoms. He digs out a tiny bottle of lube.

He sits back, blushing. I wasn’t planning this or anything. I got it at an orientation event.

Monarch College’s sex ed at its finest. I giggle. I’m not judging.

Jack leans over and kisses me. Everything is better with you. Then he rolls me onto my back, sits back, and drizzles lube onto his hand. He rubs his hands together, then massages my breasts with wide, warm circles that leave me feeling both relaxed and needy. When he’s done, he lubes his cock until it’s wet and gleaming.

Over here, babe. He sits on the edge of the bed and positions me between his thighs, with a pillow under my knees for comfort. When I look down, my breasts are shiny and my nipples are puffy. I feel submissive kneeling in front of Jack like a gift. I lift my breasts to envelop him, and he moans as he thrusts his cock between them. I wet my lips as his cock jerks up and down through my soft flesh. I try to lick the head, but his movements are too fast. Hearing his guttural grunts of pleasure feels different and dirty, in a way that excites me.

Jack lifts my chin. Look at me, Andy.

Our eyes meet and there’s a sizzle of connection. He keeps thrusting and I watch as the greedy pleasure on his face turns to the strain of concentration. He speeds up, his thrusts erratic. The only noise in the room is the wet sound of our bodies coming together.

He groans deeply and pulls his cock free just as he starts coming, spurting line after line of come across my breasts. He stares down at my body in a daze, and when our eyes finally meet, I lift a finger, drag it through his come, and pop it into my mouth.

Jack’s pupils are huge. You fucking slay me, Andy.

He helps me onto the bed and tells me to stay there. I close my eyes and keep my body statue-stiff, wondering what will happen next. He returns, wipes my breasts with a warm washcloth, and then dries me off. He’s so gentle that I feel tears building under my eyelids. I turn onto my side and get my emotions under control. Jack is dominant in the bedroom because we both like it, but he treats me like a goddess the rest of the time. How did I get so lucky?

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