Always the gentleman. Honestly, it’s one of the things I love about him most. No, wait. Fuck. It’s one of the things I admire about him most.
I fondle his balls once before moving my hand to the inside of his thigh. “If it’s too much, I’ll pinch right here and you’ll have no choice but to stop. Because it’ll hurt like a bitch.”
He laughs which causes him to jolt forward and the tip of his dick presses against my lips. I smile into the contact and I see Luke shake his head above me.
“You’re incredible, you know that?”
I cup his balls and fist his length with my hand. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”
Without another word I take him into my mouth. He starts very slow at first but after a minute, we find a comfortable pace. His dick is hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, causing my eyes to water.
“I’m so close. Your mouth feels amazing.”
Hearing Luke be the one to do the praising has me rubbing my legs together, searching for any type of friction to ease the ache between my legs.
Luke reaches down to cup my breast. He pinches my nipple and I moan with him still in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come. I want to come on your tits, baby. Can I? Please?”
At this point, I’d do anything this man asked me to do, so I hollow out my cheeks one last time before freeing him from my mouth.
Luke grabs his dick and with one pump, he’s shooting his cum all over me. It lands on my chest and I’m gasping for air. This is sexy as fuck and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
With a few more pumps, Luke empties himself, making a mess of me.
He releases his dick and when I think he’s about to go get a washcloth to clean me up, he reaches down and spreads his cum all over my breasts.
“You look fucking beautiful with me all over you.”
Luke rounds the front of the bed and then pulls my ankles until my head is resting comfortably on the mattress.
Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I see him on his knees.
“My turn.”
I think Charlie and I just created a completely new pregame routine this morning, because I’ve never felt more ready for a match in my life. I’m relaxed, loose, and my mind is locked in on today’s game.
I’m literally bouncing on my toes as I wait for our match to begin.
We’re all warmed up and ready to take on Czechia. The Olympics determine our stone colors ahead of time, and today we’re assigned the red stones. I look up in the stands to see Charlie wearing her red team USA beanie, which must be a good sign. Now every time I look down at our red rocks I’ll think of her. Anything that reminds me of that woman is a good thing.
The Olympic official signals that it’s time for us to take our positions. As the skip of the team, I make my way to the house, which is the target area of the ice. This is where I’ll direct my team and decide where they should aim their stones. With my broom in hand, which I’ll use to guide my teammates, I find my spot at the opposite end of the sheet.
Stepping aside, I allow Czechia’s skip room to work as hislead steps up to throw the first stone, officially starting the match.
Just like baseball has innings, a curling match has ‘ends.’ There are ten ends here at the Olympics, and each team gets to throw eight stones.
The first rock thrown by our opponent lands in the white ring near the front of the house, as they try to set up their defense off the jump. After a few practice throws by our team before the match and after watching that first shot by Czechia, I can see the ice speed is faster than normal.
If Wyatt, our lead who shoots the first two stones, can get his first one behind theirs, close to the center of the house, we can use their stone as our own protection. It will be a great start to the opening end of this matchup. The team with the rock closest to the button, or center of the target, wins an end.
I use my broom to show Wyatt where I want his stone to end up. With my hand on my upper arm, I signal where I want him to curl the stone as well. We’ve played with each other long enough that we have our own system of communication. While yelling during the match is inevitable, we try to keep the shouting down to a minimum before a stone is thrown. That may change further into a match, but for now, we know what we want to do.
Wyatt nods and then takes his place at the front end. I watch as he gently pushes off the hack, then delivers his first rock. Wyatt may be a shithead, but he’s one hell of a lead. He has the perfect touch and can deliver stones with excellent precision.
As suspected, the stone is moving at a decent speed. Brendan and Zack hold their brooms in front of them as they make their way down the ice next to the stone.
“Clean!” Wyatt yells, indicating he wants a broom down in front of the rock with minimal pressure to ensure the path is clear.
