“I thought we were going to play a game.”
“Sorry, I can’t help myself,” I murmur against her neck, making her body shudder. She tilts her head further to the side, exposing more of her soft skin, and I lay a few more up kisses up the column of her throat and towards her ear.
“Stop,” she says, a little breathless.
“Why?”
“Because we’re in public.”
I place another kiss right below her ear.
“Come on, teach me how to hold the stick. You can kiss me wherever you want later.”
“Wherever I want?”
She nods her head and shifts her hips back against me, causing me to groan and her to let out a giggle.
“This is torture,” I say.
“Come on. Don’t be dramatic. Teach me.”
Exhaling, I straighten up behind her. “Grip the stick like you’re going to shoot it.”
“Which stick?” She grinds her hips backwards again.
A snort escapes, and I shake my head. “Yours.”
She puts her hands haphazardly on the top of the shaft and looks over her shoulder. “Like this?”
“No.” I chuckle. “Which hand feels more comfortable on top?”
“My right.”
“Okay, so place it here, forming a V with the spot between your thumb and your finger.” I point to the top of the shaft.
She moves her hand, following my directions. “Like this?”
“Perfect. Now, I like to grip it firmly, but not too tight.”
“You like the grip firm, but not too tight,” she purrs. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
My cock twitches at her words, and I try to will it away, but it’s no use. She knows what she’s doing, and I like it too much.
“Okay and what do I do with the other hand?” she asks.
“Place it underneath, and leave your grip loose until you’re ready to shoot. Does that make sense?”
“I think so,” she says, adjusting her hands slightly.
Releasing her, I turn, grabbing a puck and tossing it in front of her stick. “Okay, so I want you to try to shoot the puck toward that goal.”
“Shoot the puck,” she repeats. “Sounds easy enough.”
She rears back, dropping her head. Her eyes land on the puck, but then she swings and misses, throwing her off her balance.
“Woah, woah,” I say, moving back behind her, catching her waist. “Grip it the way I showed you, and then when you pull back, keep your head up and your eyes on your target.”
“Can you show me?”
