Page 43 of Slapshot
I widened my stance and balled my hands by my sides, praying for restraint as she scraped her teeth along my shaft.
She released me with a pop, looking up at me with pre-cum glistening on her lip.
“I won’t break. Use me.”
Reaching out to take my hand, she guided it to her hair and resumed blowing my mind. I thrust cautiously, trying to test the limits of her gag reflex, but then she grunted and dug her blunt fingernails into my ass and I let go.
Hinging at the hips, I drove into her mouth, loving the sloppy wet sounds she made. Her hand crept down the front of her pants and I groaned as she thrust against her palm in time to my strokes in her mouth.
“Coming,” I grunted, looking around for a towel, in case she didn’t want… those fingernails bit deeper and I lost my rhythm as I came in pulsing waves that threatened to buckle my knees.
“Where have you been all my life,” I rasped as I hauled her to her feet. Her tongue tasted of bitter salt, and knowing that a part of me would be inside her today made me feral.
“Tell me you’ll come tonight,” I demanded as I shoved my hand down her pants and finished her off. She gave me a lazy grin.
Watching for her response, I reluctantly pulled away and dug fresh clothing out of my overnight bag.
“Tell me where to go, and I’ll be there.”
“Good answer. Now, get your butt in the car so we can get this day done.”
* * *
Oscar agreedto dinner as we sweated our way through a cardio session, and grilled me on the state of things with Blair.
“Come tonight and see for yourself.” Was all I said, and I knew he was going to find a way to retaliate at some point in the near future.
I was prepared for it.
I spent a few hours at the shelter with Seelie, surprised to be greeted with a small tail wag when I sat in her cage. After only a few minutes, she army crawled out of her nest and curled up against my leg, barely flinching when I stroked her flank.
I told her about Blair. About how much I liked her and wanted her to be mine.
Seelie let out a soft snore and a fart that rivaled anything that could come out of a locker room.
“Shit, Seelie. What are they feeding you?”
I waved a hand over my nose, praying for the smell to dissipate as my eyes watered.
“How are we doing in here?” Katie asked, recoiling as the smell hit her.
“She’s good. Stinky, but good. Is it time to lock up?”
The shelter closed to the public at four PM daily to give staff a chance to have vets in and clean the enclosures of the less friendly animals without risking people who hadn’t signed indemnity waivers.
I shuffled away from the sleeping canine, my heart hurting when she startled awake and bolted to her nest of bedding.
“She trusts you so much.”
“Yeah. I’m terrified of fuc—er, I mean screwing it up.”
“I’m old enough to hear you swear, Grandpa,” she sassed, lightly punching my shoulder.
“I’m only eight years older than you, you know.”
“Yeah, like I said.”
“Kids these days.” I shook my head in mock disappointment and headed for the exit.
