Page 92 of One Shot

He lifts the jersey over my head.

“Holy fuck. This is just like my dream . . .” Lucas groans.

I watch his cock harden in his black sweatpants as he takes in the sight of me—thigh high suede boots, black lace thong and bra that leaves little to the imagination as my breasts spill out of the top of it. My hard nipples strain against the lace. Lucas traces the edges of the lace along my breasts lightly with his finger then skates his finger alongthe fabric to my nipple. He traces circles around my nipple before pinching hard.

Chills run down my spine, and it’s not because I’m in a bra and panties in a hockey rink.

Above the lace, his tongue replaces his finger, tracing circles smoothly before giving me a soft nip with his teeth. I bite my lower lip as he does the same to my other nipple, sliding his hand teasingly up my thigh.

Lucas pulls down my bra for easier access, while his thumb finds my clit. I feel a heat pool low and deep in me, wanting his touch everywhere and anywhere.

Another sound escapes me as he again takes my nipple in his mouth. I grab for the waistband of his sweatpants and feel his length in my hands.

“Wait,” I moan louder as he slides his fingers in and out of me. He stops abruptly.

“I want to show you how much I want you, and only you.”

I pull away from him and push him against the wall, dropping to my knees. I pull his sweatpants down to his knees, his erection springing free of its constraints. I can feel myself grow wetter just seeing how hard he is for me. I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, licking every inch before I stroke his length entirely. He grabs my hair, letting out a moan as I take his full length to the back of my throat. Flattening my tongue, I lick from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, taking him into my mouth.

His breaths are ragged and heavy as a moan escapes me, vibrating against his cock. Giving him head is turning me on. I gently and rhythmically lick and suck the head of his cock. I look into his eyes as I sensually pull the tip of his cock out of my mouth, spit dripping down my chin.

“Fuck.” Lucas pants as he watches me take his full length in my hand again. Our eyes lock as I hollow my throat and suck him deep, running my tongue along the sensitive bundle of nerves under the head. Soundsof his pleasure echo around us. This time, I don’t tease him. I take him to the back of my throat following with my hand, over and over and over until he's panting loudly with both hands twisted into my hair.

“Laur, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” Lucas pants, gently tugging me backward as if he wants me to stop.

Putting my hand on his thigh, I pull him flush to my mouth. He takes the hint, moaning and thrusting forward, driving his cock further into my throat. His cum quickly shoots into the back of my throat and fills my mouth.

“Shit, sorry,” he mumbles as I pull back with cum dripping down the left side of my mouth.

“Why are you sorry? Your cum is too delicious to waste.”

I wink at him. His eyes are glazed with delight and disbelief for my sexual appetite for him. I can’t wait to keep surprising him.

“Take me across the ice to shower?” I ask him as he pulls up his sweatpants. I’m willing to brave the showers if it means he’s buried deep inside me,

“Oh no, Laur, we are not done here,” he says to me, eyeing my boobs half out of my bra.

“You in me. In the shower.”

“Damn. I thought I was the captain making the calls?”

He grabs the jersey, my tennis shoes, and then me, carrying me delicately over his shoulder across the ice.

“Not today. Today, I make the calls,” I smirk.

That earns me a hard slap on the ass, but he sets me down gently next to the bench where the rest of my things sit. He sits me down on the bench and slowly takes off my boots, trailing kisses up each leg to the apex of my thighs. He pulls my thong to the side and teases me by licking my clit. A moan escapes my lips, and I want him here and now.

Before I can say anything, he grabs my hand and leads me into the locker room.

He strips off his clothes quickly and then takes off my lacy set. He turns on the shower head farthest away from the entrance of theshowers. I’m sure he wants to be able to make sure anyone coming in will have a hard time seeing. He pulls me into a hungry kiss as the warm water hits us softly. Lucas puts his hand between my legs. I widen my stance allowing him more access as he slides his fingers into me. I moan against his lips as mine meet them.

“Hello?” A voice calls.

Shit.

Panic courses over me as if the water’s turned cold. Someone’s here.

I can’t tell who it is but Lucas’ body tenses. He must know who it is.

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