Page 162 of Risking the Pucking Defense

Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.

With my ass against his crotch, I start moving in time with the music, grinding up on him in a way I’ve never done to anyone before. Feeling his hardness spurs me on.

Despite wanting to move and join in, Hayden does as he’s told and keeps his arms pinned behind his back. The control he’s handing over right now is such a fucking turn-on. I just wish we weren’t surrounded by hundreds of people and I could really make the most of it.

Spinning back around, I stare up at him, desperate to kiss those full, tempting lips. But I hold off. There will be time for that when we get back to my hotel room.

Right now, we’re on the clock, and I have something I want to achieve before I ensure all our players get their asses into the cars and head back.

Untucking his shirt, I slip my hands beneath the fabric, loving the way his muscles pull at our contact.

“Hails,” he warns, his chest already heaving, his eyes dark with desire.

“What is it you want, baby?” I ask him sweetly.

“Every-fucking-thing,” he rasps. “But mostly, I want to touch you.” He drops his head. “And I want to know if what you said earlier was true.”

My smile grows. I fucking knew that would drive him crazy.

“Ah, but I’m in control right now. You promised I could do anything I wanted. And do you know what I want?”

He swallows, his eyes bouncing between mine as he tries to read my thoughts.

My hands sink lower once again, and he bites down on his bottom lip as I open his fly and push inside his slacks and boxers.

It’s fucking risky. We might be shrouded in darkness, but people could get close enough and see what we’re doing. But if anything, that risk pushes me forward instead of holding me back.

“Holy shit, Hails,” he groans as I grasp him.

“I want to bring you to your knees,” I tell him as I stroke him. “Right here. In the middle of all these people, I want to remind you who you belong to.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants, barely holding it together.

His precum covers my fingers, his boxers already damp with it from before I even stuck my hand down here.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Hayden?”

His nostrils flare a beat before he nods, his eyelids already heavy.

“That’s what I like to hear. Is this what you imagined all those times you fantasized about me?” I ask, curious as fuck as to what he thought our dynamic might be like. I'm not sure he ever pictured this. Him at my mercy, letting me do whatever the fuck I wanted for my own enjoyment.

“N-no,” he stutters, his cock swelling even larger as his release approaches. “It’s…it’s better.”

Fuck, if that isn’t what I wanted to hear.

“Good. Now, be a good boy and make a mess for me. The whole drive back, you’re gonna remember this moment, and⁠—”

“I’m gonna remember it for a fuck load longer than the drive back, baby,” he confesses breathlessly. “So fucking hot.”

I couldn’t have put it better myself. I’m so fucking wet for him, my clit is pulsating with need.

If only I hadn’t made him put his hands behind his back.

“Hayden,” I rasp, and he shatters, a loud groan spilling from his lips as he comes all over my hand and himself.

I keep working him until he’s spent, slumping against the wall like his entire world just shifted beneath him.

Pulling my hand free, I hold it up between us. My eyes shifted from my glistening fingers to his mouth, then to his eyes.