Page 73 of Secret Puck
He pumps in and out of me a few more times before he decides my underwear are hindering him too much and he yanks them down to my ankles. I think he’s moving to free them and toss them to the ground, which he does, but then his large shoulders nudge my legs farther apart and he wraps an arm around me to open me wide.
I arch into his mouth, wanting more as his tongue flattens against my throbbing core.
He gives it to me, sucking and licking. Slow at first, but as I get louder and the orgasm draws closer, he pushes my legs wider and increases the pressure. As I start to go over the edge, I fist his hair in my hands and ride his face.
When one ends, another builds. He rumbles something that vibrates against my pussy and clamps down, sucking on my clit as the second wave hits.
My body melts into the mattress. Heath’s head is still between my legs and he places chaste kisses along the inside of my thighs and along my hips. I reach for him, pushing my hand under his sweats.
He’s not wearing any underwear which means I have easy access to wrap my fingers around his hard shaft. He hisses a breath and moves his hips. A slow pace that quickly turns into him fucking my hand, hips pumping fast. He growls out as his release fills the inside of his pants.
We lay shoulder to shoulder as we catch our breath.
“Shower with me?” he asks, brushing my hair away from my neck and kissing me there.
We pad down the hall to the bathroom quietly. He starts the shower while I stare at my wild hair in the vanity mirror.
He turns back and drops his pants. I’ll never get over seeing him naked. My throat closes and I just stare. He steps forward and kisses me then pulls the T-shirt I’m wearing over my head.
“You’re beautiful.”
I reach out and touch his once-again-hard dick. “You’re huge.” I swallow.
He chuckles. “Come on.”
He lets me get in the shower first and then follows and pulls the curtain.
I wash and condition my hair and then Heath covers the both of us in his body wash. It’s somehow fun and silly showering with him. He looks adorable with his hair matted down. His very hard penis keeps poking me, but he doesn’t make any move to do anything about it.
We dry off and get back to his room before I hear other people in the house starting to move around.
I sit on the bed and finger comb my wet hair while I watch Heath pull on a gray Coyotes hockey T-shirt. “What was it like when you got drafted?”
“It was cool.”
“Cool? That’s the best you’ve got?”
He flashes a sexy smirk. “Really cool?”
“I’m serious.”
“It was incredible and surreal. Easily one of the best days ever.”
“I’m jealous that you have it all figured out. I can’t even decide what classes I want to take next semester.”
“I think you’re missing the best part of college.”
“And that is?”
“Having fun and not thinking too hard about the future.”
I snort. “Says the guy who knows his future.”
“Maybe, but there’re no guarantees that when the time comes, I’ll play. A million things might happen between now and then to fuck it all up.”
I never considered that Heath would worry about his future when he has it mapped out. I don’t stress about life beyond college, only planning for it. I guess once you have it figured out, the only thing to worry about is how things might go wrong.
“You just got here. Give yourself time to just be and let life happen. You don’t need to have the next three years or beyond all planned out. What fun would that be? Four months ago, I didn’t know you and now I do.” He steps into my space and places his hands on the mattress on either side of me. “Not knowing can be exciting.”
