Page 80 of Zero Pucks Given
Grayson: Good news and bad news. I was able to ditch Mason—he’s going to meet with one of our coaches to talk about strategy. But the bad news is that there’s zerochance of you sneaking up to my room without anyone noticing. Half the team is hanging out in the hall.
Me: Then the question becomes: how badly do you want to fuck me?
Grayson: I’m in physical pain. That’s how badly I want you.
Me: We could meet downstairs? Pretend to get a non-alcoholic drink at the bar, then slip into the bathroom or something?
Grayson: I already told Mason I was going to bed early. And he’s meeting the coach in the lobby. They would see me come back downstairs.
Me: Damnit. Got any other ideas?
Grayson: I really hate to say this, but I just don’t think it’s happening tonight. Sorry, Josie.
Me: It’s all right. I get it. I’ve probably already dehydrated you enough for one trip. I GUESS I can survive until we’re back home.
Grayson: I promise to make it worth the wait :-)
I stretched out in bed and allowed my fingers to dive back into my panties.
Me: Why don’t you tell me about it?
Grayson: Maybe if you send me another photo like the last one.
Me: I already sent one of my bottom half, so here’s aselfie of the top half.
Me: [photo attached]
Grayson: Fuuuuuuuck
Me: That’s the reaction I was going for.
Grayson: When we get home, I’m going to throw you down onto my couch, hold you down, and bury my cock so deep into you that it triggers your gag reflex.
Me: I’m rubbing my pussy right now. Keep going.
Grayson: I’m going to edge myself, slowing down right before I’m about to come. To make it last as long as possible. And only when you’ve had half a dozen orgasms, and you’re begging for me to come, will I finally grab you by your hair, push you down onto your knees, and shoot my load all over your perfect tits.
Me: And once you’ve covered my chest, I’m going to push you down onto the couch and ride your cock a little bit longer, just to squeeze every damn drop out of you.
Grayson: I’m close to coming right now.
I started to text him back, but then I started a video call instead. He picked up on the second ring; he was laying in bed, totally nude, his beautiful chest and rippling ab muscles on full display.
He groaned when he saw me. “You’re wearingthat?I don’t care about getting caught. I’m coming down to your room right now.”
“I’m close too,” I breathed. “Tell me more about how you’re going to fuck me.”
He smiled on the screen. “Maybe I’ll tease you a little. Only giving you the tip. Torturing you while you squirm underneath me.”
I moaned louder.
“Maybe I won’t come on your tits,” he said. “Or I’ll shoot the first few ropes onto your chest, then slam my cock back into your pussy, filling you up with the rest of my come.”
He was groaning by the end, his cries joining my own pleasured whimpers. He repositioned the camera until his hard length came into view, gripped in a tight fist. The tip spasmed and immediately exploded, shooting lines of his white come all over his washboard abs. I shuddered and gasped, my own climax crashing over me while I watched him blow his load.
Despite being separated by a few floors and dozens of teammates, the two of us came together.
“Is that enough to satisfy you?” I asked when we could both breathe again.
