Page 55 of Goalie Secrets
“Can’t stop thinking about eating your pussy, Vanya. I wake up hard at the memory, do you know that? Every fucking morning I jerk off remembering how goddamn wet and sweet you are.”
What I don’t say is how unusual that is. How I’ve never considered sex to be an essential part of my life until she came around.
I’m not a stranger to arousal, but sexual contact has always required intimacy beyond the physical. Gina, my girlfriend in high school, was my first. A long-distance relationship wasn’t in the cards for us when she accepted a scholarship in California. While at college, I met Megan. We dated for a year, but my schedule was intense, and her patience was thin. Those are the only two women I’ve ever cared for enough to be with intimately.But even with them, I never experienced mindless lust like I do with Vanya.
Chasing casual sex, like some of my teammates do as if it’s a second job, has always been a mystery to me. Until Vanya came around, I thought I was immune to this level of desperation.
Her fingers dig into my shoulder for leverage as she shifts to ride my thigh. “You fe-feel too good. I’m…I’m…”
I pinch her nipple and kiss her hard. Sucking her tongue while stimulating her breasts, I focus on her needs. Our mouths are moving to the same rhythm as her gyrating body. Her movements turn erratic. She stiffens and then gasps into my mouth. Vanya’s back racks and she shivers through an orgasm.
“Fuck that’s so hot,” I rasp in desperation.
“I can’t believe I’m in a locker room doing this,” she says incredulously while dropping her forehead on my shoulder.
I brace myself for regret or denial, but neither comes.
Instead, Vanya kisses my shoulder. She plants wet lips along my collarbone. My brain short-circuits when she grazes each of my nipples with her pillowy mouth. She licks down the center trench of my abdominals, goes down on her knees, and looks up with a sultry smile.
Our gazes stay locked while she pulls at the drawstring keeping the pants up. My dick is a rude, blunt rod peeking over the elastic of my underwear.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” she mumbles. “Is the door locked?”
“What? No. Fuck, what are you doing? Vanya. Dammit, yes.Yes.”
My words are incoherent and choppy because she’s wrapped her mouth around the crown and pumped with two hands from the base. It feels unbelievably sensual. Logic evacuates my brain. My hips jerk forward in reflex. I feel her moan as she takes me deeper.
“You need to stop, beautiful. Or you need to take it all.”
She nods and hums and quickens her pace, wet heat tightening around me. When I feel the back of her throat relax and pulse around the head of my cock, I’m lost. There’s no turning back.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard in your mouth. Is that what you want?”
Suction hollows out her cheeks and eviscerates all semblance of restraint. I’ve never come this forcefully. The pulsing surges me forward. Vanya clings to my legs even as she struggles to take all of me. She’s on her knees, eyelids fluttering and cum leaking from the corners of her mouth. A caveman’s satisfaction crowds my civilized brain when I bend down to reach around her neck. The sensation against my palm as she swallows my seed is another level of sensuality. Fuck, this woman is everything. Gorgeous. Perfect. Fucking mine.
I want to scream to announce that we’re eloping tomorrow. OK, that’s an exaggeration. But is it? Fuck if I know. Unplanned, life-altering decisions are evidently the result of a Vanya Kapur blowjob. This woman should put a warning label on her lab coat.
I lift her up to wrap her in a hug. She’s still fully dressed. That fact creates a different chain of thinking: I want to see her skin, run my hands along her thighs, watch her come apart while I’m inside her. Why haven’t I seen her breasts by now? Feeling them was heaven. I can only imagine what it would be like to dive my face between them and drown in her herbal scent.
My fantasy erases all logic. “Let’s get out of here,” I state.
“What?” She pulls away abruptly. “Aren’t they expecting you outside?”
I chuckle darkly. “In front of a lot of people is the last place I want to be. Not when I’m obsessed with getting you on a bed.”
“No! I mean, yes, but…not now. People depend on you, and I haven’t even helped with the books.”
I hold her pretty face in the cradle of my hands and kiss her nose.
“You expect me to play Santa Claus after you sucked me off so good? I’m not that good of an actor, doc. I’m a little distracted about grabbing this ass with both hands while we’re naked.”
I move my palms along her side before kneading her ass possessively. It fills my hands like she’s made for me. I amobsessed.If Vanya’s curves end up killing me, it will have been a worthy death.
She extricates herself from my clutches and bends to get my discarded shirt. Giving it a shake and a brush of her hand to smooth out the wrinkles, she gently places it on a bench. She does the same thing with the large, fuzzy jacket. Then, she lifts my pants and tightens the waist fastener. My stupid dick misinterprets the meaning of her proximity and tingles with awareness. My stupid, optimistic cock is sorely disappointed when she steps back.
“I’m pretty sure your fifteen-minute break is up,” she says with a grin.