Page 150 of Hockey Halloween
“Mmm, you feel so good everywhere,” I mutter before loweringmyself to his cock level. I push away his sash belt, undo his pants, and pull them down along with his underwear. Karl’s cock springs free, and it’s as gorgeous as the rest of him—a smooth, pale column. I stroke his cock gently and look up at his face. Karl is watching me with glazed eyes and parted lips.
“Maya.” There’s a desperate plea in his voice.
“Is this what you want, Karl?” His cock strains towards my mouth as I kiss the tip of it. Karl’s eyes widen and he swears softly.
“Yeah,” he gasps. “But I want everything to be good for you too.”
“I only do what I want.” Sex is not a currency for me; it’s just fun.
He hesitates, but the pressure of my palm on his throbbing erection wins, and he nods.
“You’re healthy?” I ask, hoping beyond hope that I’ll get to taste him.
“Yeah, of course,” he says.
I take his cock in both hands and drop to kneeling. I can see a gleaming drop of pre-come on the tip of his cock, and I lean forward to lick it off. He tastes salty and yummy. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock while pumping the shaft. Above me, Karl’s breathing is loud and rasping. I take him into my mouth, relishing the perfect feel of his cock, and keep pumping because he’s too big to take fully inside. Judging from the noises he’s making, Karl very much enjoys being jerked and blown at the same time.
Not as much I like blowing him, though. I’m so turned on that I reach underneath my dress so that I can finger myself at the same time. I move my head back and forth while sucking hard. Then I look up. Karl is watching everything, his face tensed like he’s worried I might stop.
I release his cock with a loud pop that echoes in the small space. “Do you like my mouth on your big cock?” I ask, knowing the answer already.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Then he whispers, “Are you touching yourself?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, my lips stretched around his hard cockagain. Something about doing this here, now, with Karl, is turning me on so much.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he gasps.
But for now, I concentrate on getting him off, increasing the speed of my strokes and tonguing him in places that make his entire body jerk in reaction. Now, he’s losing control, his curses and groans getting louder and his body trembling. When he finally comes, he goes rigid and cries out, and I suck hard until I taste the metallic tang of his come. I finger my swollen clit until I come too.
Karl staggers, reaches down to pull up his pants, and then collapses onto the bottom step. He beckons me over and pulls me down onto his lap.
“That was…incredible. You’re so…” Karl’s vocabulary seems to have been shot along with his load. He shakes his head and then kisses me gently. There’s a tenderness in our kiss that was missing from our first make-out session. But the longer we kiss, the more things begin to build again. My arms are wrapped about his neck and Karl’s hands are moving all over my body and I’m cravingmore. He caresses my breast and frees it from the confines of my gown. He pauses our kissing to suck at my exposed nipple, and the pull of his mouth sets me on fire.
“Feels so good, Karl,” I moan.
“I want to make you feel good,” he insists. He kisses me again. Then he caresses my ankle, moving up my calf, my knee, my thigh. I part my legs, longing for the touch of his hand on my hot centre.
Somewhere in my consciousness, there’s a click—and then light and noise pour into our cramped space.
Karl
Bergy’s voice rings out. “Looks like they’re getting along fine now.”
We blink up at Eden and Bergy, who are gaping back at us.
“Fuck.” I turn my back to shelter Maya with my body. She tucks away her luscious breast, the erect nipple still glistening with my saliva, and smooths her dress back into place while I adjust my pants and belt.
“You okay?” I murmur, and she nods. While it’s hard—in more ways than one—to get interrupted right now, maybe it’s for the best. The further we go, the harder it will be to move on when she goes back home.
Wordlessly, we walk up the stairs and emerge from our stairway jail back into the party. It feels extra noisy and crowded after our intimate time alone. The two women head off to find a bathroom, although judging from the eager look on Eden’s face, all she really wants to do is to interrogate Maya.
Bergy nudges me. “Soooo…you and Maya. Didja want to thank me for locking you two down there?”
“You could have left us there longer.” That blow job was mind-blowing, but I want more. I want to see Maya fully naked, fuck herdeeply, make her come as hard as I did. She’s even more into sex than I am, and I’m a fucking hockey player.
“Yeah. I had no clue we were going to interrupt your make-out sesh. How far did you get anyway?”
I keep my lips zipped. Maya and I have gotten derailed by other people before, so I’m keeping things locked down now.
