Penny: I know you’re getting ready for a game, but can we just pause for a moment and talk about last night? Were you drunk or was all that real?
Ollie:Penny! I was going to ask the same thing. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Winnie:Did we really help you find your HEA?
Blakely:Were you really texting us when she was fondling you?
Levi:It was real, ladies. I told her about you guys, and she wanted to see your response to us getting together. You did not disappoint. Then yes, she started fondling me. She fondled me all night long.
Ollie:I don’t think I could be happier.
Winnie:Eep. It’s love!
Blakely:Are you happy?
Levi:I am, really happy. Definitely not love . . . yet, but I think she could easily be the one for me. She’s amazing. Everything about her and yes, we are aware of the consequences. We’re working it out and trying to figure out a way to make this all make sense so when we tell her dad, he doesn’t kill us.
Penny:I think that’s smart. Maybe don’t tell him until you know that you’re in love and what you guys have is the real deal.
Blakely:Solid advice. No need to disrupt the equilibrium if you don’t have to.
Winnie:You can spend these weeks getting to know each other.
Ollie:And fucking each other.
Levi:Always so eloquent, Ollie.
Ollie:That’s what I’m here for.
Levi:By the way, Penny and Blakely, do you think we can think of a role for Wylie to do that would incorporate what you guys do but will also introduce her to the corporate side of life and add a touch of charity in there as well?
Penny:I think we can think up something. Why?
Levi:To get Coach Wood off my back about making Wylie do strange tasks, I suggested she see the corporate side of life to see how she likes it. He thought it was a good idea.
Blakely:Oh, that was a good idea, Posey. I’m impressed.
Ollie:I’m impressed too.
Levi:I don’t see why you’re so surprised. I’m not an idiot.
Penny:Yes, you are.
Blakely:You most certainly are.
Ollie:Biggest idiot I know.
Winnie:Sorry to say, but you’re an idiot.
Levi:Wow, says the happily-in-love women whom I helped form your relationships.
Penny:Not this again.
Winnie:I asked Pacey about that, and he said you were full of shit.
Ollie:Silas said the same.
Penny:Eli gave you credit for some of the texting, but that’s it.
Blakely:Halsey still says he would have figured it all out on his own either way.
Levi:Erroneous! They are all liars, and I hope they burn in hell for it.
Ollie:Wow, a bit extreme, don’t you think?
Levi:Extreme would have been wishing all of you to burn in hell. I just wished it upon them. I can wish it upon you too if you would like.
Penny:We’ll pass.
I jogup to my apartment door and unlock it, my mind set on one thing . . . Wylie.
We won our game tonight, but it wasn’t an easy win. OC scored a goal with an assist from Halsey in the last thirty seconds of the game to put us on top. It was fucking stressful, and I know Coach Wood wasn’t happy with how it all went down.
At least we won. That’s what should matter most.
And after the game, I got in a quick leg workout . . . and I mean quick before taking a shower and hurrying back to my car.
Now that I’m home, I’m fucking excited at the possibilities.
I open the door, and I’m surprised when I walk into a quiet and dark apartment. Fuck, is she not here? Panic seeps through me as I shut the door and lock it behind me.
“Wylie?” I call out as I take off my shoes.
“Bedroom,” she says, causing my mouth to water.
I try to keep cool as I walk down the hallway to the bedroom. I part the door open and find her completely naked on my bed, her hands in soft cuffs that I had made specifically for my furniture. Long straps connect to the corner of the bedposts that can be adjusted, with soft cuffs that wrap around the wrists. Her feet are strapped in as well.
How the hell did she do this?
I slowly shut my bedroom door as I stare at her and how her legs are parted, waiting for me. Her submission a gift ready for me to explore.
Keeping my eyes on her, I shed my suit jacket and slowly unbutton my dress shirt, her eyes following my every movement. She watches intently as I work on every single button, taking my time because I’m addicted to her shameless perusal.
Wetting my lips, I ask, “How did you do this yourself, Wylie?”
“Took some time,” she says, “but it was worth it. Worth it to see your reaction.”
With my shirt parted open, I move in closer, testing the restraints. They’re not quite tight enough, which I’ll adjust, but nonetheless, it’s exactly how I want to find her. Needing to feel her, I start at the top of her ankle and drag my finger across her smooth skin, running over her calf, to her knee, up her inner thigh and right between her legs where I press my finger along her slit.
Her slick . . . ready . . . cunt.
I wet my lips, my dick growing harder. “You’re wet.”
She nods. “I’m incredibly turned on.”
“Good,” I grunt out.
Keeping my eyes on her, I slowly undo my pants. I let them fall open and then push them down just far enough where I can pull my cock out. It peeks past my briefs, and I take in the greedy, hungry expression in her eyes as I run my hand over the tip.
“You want my cock?”
“Badly,” she says.
“You want me in your mouth?”
“Everywhere,” she says, wetting her lips.
Another good answer.
Wanting to be naked with her, I push my pants down along with my briefs and socks. My shirt is next and then I’m proudly naked where I let her take me in. With my gaze set on her, I tightly grip my length and stroke myself. The sound of my strokes fills the air as she shifts on the bed, clearly wanting to touch herself as well.
But I’m not going to let that happen. I’m the one touching her tonight.
As I run my hand down my length and back up again, I gaze at her hard nipples and how they’re pebbled to the cool night air. “You’re so fucking hot. I want to come all over you.”
“Tell me where,” she says breathlessly.
I stand on the bed and adjust the straps. When I feel that they’re tightened to the point of no escape, I kneel and drag my cock over her lips.
“I want to come on this pretty mouth.” I move over her cheeks. “On this gorgeous face.” I move my cock over her tits. “Fuck, do I want to come on these again.” I move farther down to her stomach. “I want to come here and watch it pool over your belly button.” Then I bring my cock to her slit and run the tip along her slickness. She sucks in a sharp breath as I say, “I want to come here, and come inside you. I want you covered. I want you to know exactly who the fuck you belong to.”
“You,” she says as I test her entrance, just barely pushing inside her. “I belong to you.”
“That’s fucking right, Wylie.”
I pull away and tug on her ankle straps one more time. “You comfortable?”
“Very,” she says.
When I stare at her body, taking in her reddened cheeks, her dazed expression, and the heave of her chest as she anticipates my next move, I can’t tear my eyes away from her tits, so I move back up her body and straddle her again.
This time, I run my fully erect cock over her hardened nubs. “Fuck, this feels good,” I say as I enjoy how her nipples feel against my sensitive flesh. Like goddamn heaven.
But I need more, so I push her breasts together, slip my cock between them, and start fucking her tits again.
“These,” I say on a grunt as I pump my hips. “These will be the death of me. These goddamn tits. Fuck, I love them.” I pump harder, the soft flesh of her breasts enveloping my cock, bringing me so much goddamn pleasure that I could live here. I could spend hours here, my cock going in as I run my thumbs over her nipples, playing with them, toying with her, getting her hyped and ready for what’s to come.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I say as I continue to pump, my balls tightening. Fuck, I need to stop, or I’m going to come way too soon. “Out on the ice, I think about you.” I pause my strokes and let her breasts naturally fall. “I think about your fuckable mouth.” I stare down at it as I move up her body and run the tip of my cock along her soft, plump mouth. “I dream about making you gag. Of you taking me to the back of your throat and swallowing.” I tug on her chin with my thumb, parting her mouth open, and I slide my cock inside. I angle my body so I can better slip inside. “Take my cock. All the way, Wylie. Fucking take it.”
She opens wider, and I slide inside, hitting the back of her throat where she gags, then I pull out.
“Yes, baby, like that. Eat this cock.”
I pump in again, going a little farther. She gags harder, her eyes watering, and for a moment, I fear that I went too far until she sucks hard on my dick as I pull out. When I’m all the way out, she smiles and says, “More.”
“Fuck,” I grunt and then pulse into her mouth, twice in a row, loving the sound of her not being able to handle my girth.
I grip the headboard, and I thrust into her mouth again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, she gags and tugs on my cock on the way out to the point that my dick exits her mouth with a pop.