“We.” She places both hands over her mouth, attempting to stifle her sounds.
“Need to.” She can’t get the words out.
“Go inside.” Her walls tighten, gripping my hand as she comes close to her release.
“Not yet.” My gaze falls to her body, want dancing in my eyes.
Taking her clit to my mouth again, I run my tongue back and forth in a fast flicking motion. My fingers hitting her g-spot over and over and over. She pulses against them letting out a loud cry of ecstasy as she finds her release.
She releases a whimper when I pull my fingers from her pussy. I drink in the sight of her cum gleaming in the moonlight on my hand. With a devilish smirk, I suck her arousal off my dripping fingers. “Now we can go inside.” I grab one of the towels, wrapping it tightly around my waist but it does little to mask my bulge.
“Good,” she pants, wrapping herself up in the other towel, “because I need you inside me. Now.”
In a blink of an eye, Laur darts into the house and sprints up the stairs to our bedroom. I’m hot on her heels. The second the bedroom door closes, she dramatically lets her towel fall to the floor before strutting over to me and pulling mine off.
“You are very ready for me,” she purrs. Hunger grows in her eyes as they linger on my rock hard cock.
With a devilish grin, I take my cock in my hand, gently stroking myself but never letting my eyes leave hers. Her tongue traces her bottom lip, causing my dick to twitch. Desire fills the air around us, coyness gleaming in her baby blues as she lays down on the bed and spreads her legs, eagerly waiting for me.
Prowling onto the bed, I close the space between us and slide myself between her thighs. A grunt of ecstasy escapes me as I push into herdripping wet heat in one swift, hard thrust.Mmm. She is very ready for me too. Laur’s hand flies to her mouth to suppress the moan that instantly spills from her mouth.
“Shhhh,” I whisper. My hips shoot forward, plunging my cock deeper in her pussy, the devilish smile still etched on my face. “We have to be quiet.”
I begin pumping in and out of her, the headboard loudly thudding against the wall with each thrust of my hips. Between the headboard and Laur’s terrible attempts at staying silent, someone is going to hear us. Trying to muffle the sound, I place one hand on the headboard and one hand on her hips, but the noisy headboard thunders louder.
“Get on your knees,” I demand in a husky voice. “Put your hands on the headboard.”
“Kinky,” Laur whispers breathlessly.
In truth, it’s more so we can force the headboard against the wall instead of me trying to be sexy, but she doesn’t have to know that.
Kneeling behind her, I line the head of my cock with her opening, entering her from behind. My head finds the crease in her neck, biting her neck as I bury myself deep inside her.
My fingers intertwine with hers, pushing the headboard back. Her hand no longer covering her mouth, Laur’s cries of pleasure fill the room.
“You’re so tight,” I growl against her ear.
She rocks her hips back to meet mine, and I groan in response. Her soft skin presses against my chest as she arches her back, causing me to plunge deeper inside her, so close to filling her.
Taking one hand from the headboard, my hand finds her clit. She moans my name, biting her lip hard to keep quiet. With two fingers, I move quickly back and forth as I drive into her again and again until she’s quivering. The instant her walls spasm around my cock, I find my release, filling her. I watch in pure satisfaction as my cum slowly trickles down the inside of her thigh as I slip my cock free.
“Holy shit,” I pant, laying down on the bed.
“Yeah.” Laur giggles breathlessly, laying her head on my chest. “Holy shit is right.”
When I wake up, Laur’s naked body is entangled with mine and the sheets of our bed.
“Good morning, pretty girl.” I kiss her cheek before getting out of bed to brush my teeth and shower after last night’s post skinny-dipping escapades.
“I’m glad we avoided sex on the beach. I don’t want sand in all my crevices. No, thank you!” Laur yawns widely. “Anyways, I’m headed downstairs to start some coffee.”
My chuckle echo against the shower walls at her random remark. She always keeps me on my toes. The warm water washes away the sinful night.
After my shower, I quickly tiptoe to lock the bedroom door. I don’t want Laur to walk in on me. But any of the others walking in on me would be much worse . . .I don’t know if I could face them confidently after.
I wrap my towel tightly around my waist, take a seat on the floor, and open my meditation app. I need to start with a clear, stress-free mind today. If meditation works for Alex Killorn to better his NHL—then I’ll give it a try. I’m giving meditation a try. I need to find something to help manage my higher stress levels.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. It’s barely 8:00 a.m., and I find Laur and Bren alone in the kitchen. Laur sips her coffee as she scribbles frantically on what I assume are applications for their PR and marketing team. Being a leader on different hockey teams has been a constant throughout my life, but running a program and makingthat team look good is a very different kind of pressure I don’t think I could handle. Laur will be phenomenal at it; she already is.
