Page 64 of Hockey Nanny

There was definite progress after that. I was sure he’d gone a little deeper.

But he pulled out before I could be sure, his firm grip on his dick the only thing keeping this slow dance going. “Promise you won’t come?” I nodded sharply, and he edged inside again, giving me more. “Promise you won’t come once I stretch your tight little pussy with my throbbing cock? Hm? Answer me.”

The last of his words was punctuated with the agonizing slide of his dick. I bit down hard on my lips and nodded again. His eyebrow quirked, he pulled out.

“I said answer me.”

“I promise I won’t come.” It came out sounding like one long word instead of five, and my head fell back on the weight bench. I was a fucking mess, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“That’s it,” he said, and slowly pushed into me again. “You only come when I tell you to.”

A strangled moan clawed its way out of me. “O— only when you tell me.”

“Good. Now let’s see how well you take me.”

He leaned forward, my legs firmly locked on his shoulders so the motion folded me in half. Opening me all the way. And the thing I’d been begging for finally happened. Gage slowly slid his dick into me, the muscle in his jaw twitching dangerously as he fought for control. Inch by inch, my walls accommodated him with a sensual stretch until there was nothing left to give.

“Breathe,” he reminded, clearly feeling the pulsing inside me intensify.

But how the fuck was I supposed to breathe my way out of this when I was more turned on than ever? Hornier than I’d ever been? Desperate for him to fill me exactly like he was doing.

Holding onto my thighs for support, he started pulling out just as deliberately as he’d entered. Two more just like that, finding his rhythm, and then he was fucking me slow, like he said he would. I shifted my hips again, and he watched himself disappear inside as I took him in, from tip to base.

“You’re so. Fucking.Tight,” he said, finally losing some composure. He let go of a groan he couldn’t hold back, while I fought to hold on to the waning shreds of my control.

One steadying breath, and Gage renewed his thrusts with more confidence, moving his hips so meticulously I was sure the pace would drive me to insanity. After a minute or two million, his movements became faster, breaking free by degrees.

Which turned out to be perfect timing for me, because I’d exhausted all of the ducks on all of the ponds. No amount of breathing was going to save me. I was going to come, and I was going to comehard.

Sensing my hurtling approach toward oblivion, Gage did the impossible. He slowed down. Bracing himself to my vocal protests, he straightened enough to bring his hand between us.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he said, touching his thumb to my clit as he thrust into me. Hard. “Now I want you to come for me.”

Stars burst behind my lids as I dug my nails into the taut flesh of his shoulders, head thrown back in ecstasy. He drove into me again. The weight bench shifted precariously, but not enough to ward him off. Because, God help me, he did it again. Slamming into me, hard and fast, his thumb coaxing the throbbing tension in my clit to unravel.

“Fuuuck.” The word was carried out on a choked-up gasp of hot breath, my lungs emptying themselves. “Oh, my God, Gage. Gage… Oh, Gage…”

“That’s it. I want to feel how you squeeze my cock. I want your tight pussy to clench around me and take everything I’ve got.”

He added more pressure with his thumb, sweaty skin-on-skin slapping sounds filling the air around us. Evidence of just how badly we both wanted to send ourselves over the edge. A warm, tingling rush shot through my body. He tensed at the same time, balls tight. And together we shattered into a thousand pieces, floating on breathless grunts and moans as Gage buried himself deep inside, his hot, sticky come filling me up in bursts.

With his dick still in me, he gripped my waist and lifted me so I’d follow him as he flopped back to sit, his back resting against the bar of the weights. Our breath mingled, faces almost touching. He caressed my cheek, gazing into my eyes. I held my breath, heart stuttering at everything unspoken suddenly laid bare. There were no words I could find that would live up to how I felt in that moment, and the way he smiled at me proved he understood.

“How about a shower?” he asked, and placed the softest kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“Only if you swear you’ll do that again.”

He kissed the other corner so it would be balanced. “Which part?”

“All of it,” I said, and took his mouth with mine.

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Gage

The tunnel breathed heat and noise, a living thing pressing in from both sides as we lined up. The ceiling lights hummed overhead, reflected in the visors ahead of me. Dawson stood in front, captain’s tape bright against his sleeve, posture set like he could hold the whole line together by force of will alone. Boone was behind me, restless enough that his blades kept whispering against the floor.