Page 62 of Hockey Nanny

Every time he moved, every subtle push of his body sparked heat that coiled low in my stomach and radiated outward, making my fingers curl tighter in his hair. I could feel his chest against mine, warm and solid, and the way his hands roamed my back sent shivers down my spine.

I lost track of everything until all that existed was my aching pussy and how badly I wanted him to fuck me. My lips moved with his, matching his rhythm, desperate to soak in all of him. I arched against him, silently pleading for more. And my God, did he give it to me.

Tongues, teeth, all these months of restraint detonated all at once.

His hand brushed the bare skin of my waist where my camisole had ridden up, sending a blazing shock through me the second he made contact. Drifting higher, he found the curve of my breast. His hand closed around me and a low moan spilled out of his mouth. I tilted the angle of my hips to grind even harder against the ridge of his cock, thighs trembling with the way my heat took over.

He wanted soft, he wanted gentle, but all I could think about was having his dick inside me.

Our lips untangled with a disappointed groan trembling out of him. The feeling didn’t last long, though. Once Gage watched me slide back on the bench, fingers tucked into the waistband of his shorts, that disappointment quickly morphed into excitement, which he punctuated with a clipped, “Oh.”

He pushed up from the bench just enough so I could shove his shorts down to finally release his cock. Thick and flushed, with a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip. My mouth watered in anticipation.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathed.

He seemed almost shy when he said, “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

I gave a soft laugh and stopped wasting time, starting with a long, lustful lick from the base of his cock, my tongue tracing every inch, savoring the taste and texture of him. I paid special attention to his balls, laving my tongue over them, sucking them in. His breath came in ragged gasps as I flattened my tongue to swirl around his tip, my movements teasing and precise. He squirmed beneath me, his body responding to my touch in a series of spasmodic jerks that pushed his dick deeper into my mouth.

Deciding to help him along, I sank down and took as much as I could, cheeks hollowing as I sucked him in. His thighs shook, hands fisting in my hair to hold me in place. Or to keep himself from losing it totally. Either way, it turned me on even more. My short shorts were totally drenched.

I worked him with my mouth and hands, relishing the incomprehensible sounds he made to encourage me. Then his grip tightened in my hair and he shoved my head all the way down, until his tip hit the back of my throat. Until I gagged with it.

“Fuck…”

Fuck, indeed. My saliva mixed with his pre-cum, spreading over my tongue before dripping out of my mouth and down his cock. When he finally released his hold on me, I lifted off him for a much-needed breath and then went right back, licking upwhatever I’d left behind with a primal hunger that made my pussy throb.

My eyes locked on his, and in that moment, I felt a connection that went way beyond the physical. As good as that part was, there was something about the way he looked at me. Something that told me this was different. I sucked him in again, bobbing my head up and down to match the thrust of his hips as he chased the ultimate high. The weight bench creaked beneath us, but it only spurred me on. Faster. Deeper.

His breath hitched, and his whole body tensed as his hips bucked involuntarily, slamming himself deeper into my mouth.

“Stop.” With a firm grip on my shoulders, he pulled me off his cock so fast a dull ‘pop’ echoed in the empty space of the gym. My chest heaved as my lungs fought to even out my breathing, my mouth and chin slick with him. “You need to stop, or…”

“Or what?”

He hooked me behind my knees again, but this time it wasn’t to pull me close. He lifted them up, high enough that the force pushed me onto my back. My head hit the firm cushion of the weight bench with a thud. And then he was bearing over me, frantically groping at my shorts. They were down and flung aside in a flash, but that was where his urgency stopped. Or at least, where it paused. He rocked back on his heels to take in the sight of my pussy, soaked and swollen with want.

Without need for his guidance, I nudged my knees wider apart, opening myself even more for him. Gage let out a thick, hoarse groan that reverberated through the bench and into my bones. Fresh arousal trickled out of me, sliding over my bare ass.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about the mess we’d have to clean after, but it was only a fleeting fragment of common sense. Gage made sure it didn’t last longer than that.

He settled on the bench again, my legs sprawled over his shoulders. This whole time, his gaze was transfixed on my pussy. One hand stroking his cock, he reached out and dragged two fingers through my wetness, parting my folds as he went. First circling and nudging my entrance, then sliding up, over my clit, and back down. He repeated the motion a few more times, totally entranced, his focus etched into the lines of his face. I writhed under his touch, lifting my hips whenever he got close to pushing inside me.

It never happened, though, he just kept me wanting, throbbing, aching for it.

I was fascinated by it. By him. How he seamlessly blended all his rough edges with the most tender parts of himself. To culminate in an experience that had me dizzy with how much I wanted him.

He inched closer on the bench, and I could feel his cock brushing against me. I rolled my hips, but all my intentions of moving things along got tangled up when he lifted his two fingers to his mouth and, keeping eye contact, sucked them in. His lids fluttered closed and he moaned deeply as he cleaned every last drop of my slick from them. When next he looked at me, his pupils were blown out, and that careful uncertainty from before was gone.

“I’m going to fuck you slowly.” His voice was so choked with desire it was barely a whisper. I shuddered with the thrill of it. “I’m going to take my time with you. Slow. Until you can’t take it anymore. Until you’re begging me to fuck you hard. And when that happens, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name.”

I bit back a long, drawn out moan. It was as if I could already feel what he was describing.

“Don’t worry,” he went on, taking hold of his dick and guiding it toward my pussy. “We’re far enough from the bedrooms, so you can be as loud as you want.”

He made contact, sliding his shaft between my folds with just enough pressure. With one hand to keep it steady, he worked back and forth at a painfully slow pace, paying extra attention whenever he reached my clit. At that specific point, he’d angle the tip of his cock so it pressed into the tightly coiled bundle of nerves, flicking over it before the rest of his shaft followed.

The sensation drove me wild.