Page 82 of Goalie Secrets
“Sorry,” he whispers. He doesn’t sound sorry at all.
The moans from beyond the wall merge with the physical sounds of passion—zippers pulled, wet kisses, ecstatic gasps. I press my thighs together, but it isn’t enough to ease the ache building in my center.
Jeremy’s body is no longer a source of comfort. I’m acutely aware of his manliness. His solid strength and obvious arousal. Embarrassed and frustrated, I unclasp my arms and make a halfhearted move to turn away from him. But instead of creating distance, I manage to make my ass flush against his cock.
A sharp intake of breath before a slow, hot exhale warms my neck. His hand wraps around my waist and my hips cant back to deepen the angle of my butt cradling his hardness.
In the room beyond the wall, Sabrina and Dexter are panting with erotic urgency. Wait, no, it’s me.
Vaanyaaaa, nooooooo.
I’m panting because I’m pressed against this incredibly beautiful man who holds me like I’m something precious. Fumes of lust fill the air around us. I’m drunk on it.
From the other room, we hear the conference table creak in a steady, unmistakable rhythm of thrusting. It’s happening. They are having sex! Knowing I shouldn’t be here, knowing I shouldn’t want to be here, makes me flushed and fevered.
“Fuck, Vanya. I can feel how hot and wet you are.” Lips graze my earlobe. Jeremy’s hand is mostly on my lower belly, but those large fingers stretch down, teasing me and making me want more.
“Jeremy,” I rasp. I sound like I’m begging.
Moans and grunts reveal the progress of Dexter and Sabrina’s lovemaking.
“Oh god,” I whine, unable to hold back any longer. I need to release some of the pressure. My hand travels down to press against my clit. But instead of settling over my throbbing center, it stalls over Jeremy’s thick forearm.
“Let me, Vanya. I’m dying to take care of this needy pussy. Fucking let me,” he growls, sounding as desperate as I feel.
I manage to nod.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Oh yeah. Bend over. I need you deeper.” Dexter’s voice is unrestrained and demanding.
The sound of shuffling bodies covers up my gasp when Jeremy finds my wet center. The first shallow glide of thick, capable fingers weakens my knees. The confident thrust into mychannel holds me up as I grind down shamelessly. God, it feels so good. So damn good to be filled and held and pressed.
I’m close. Everything dims except for the building pleasure that Jeremy is confidently churning.
“Shhh,” he says while pressing a hand over my mouth because tiny, chirpy sounds of bliss are escaping.
I’m anchored to the world purely at our points of contact. The hard torso scaffolding my back, the lips sucking my neck, the palm pressed over my mouth, the angry cock grinding my back, and two fingers. Two magical fingers. He churns my arousal steadily, bringing it to a boil.
The slapping of skin from beyond the wall, fast and sharp, fills my ears as my climax builds. Jeremy’s hips buck and his palm presses against my clit. He moves his fingers in and out faster and faster. Grinding rougher and rougher. My entire lower body pulses as my orgasm crests. Jeremy slips another finger and hits me deeper, fuller.
Oh, god, I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.It goes on forever, pulsing through my body.
When my climax recedes, Jeremy loosens his hold. His hand, however, is still cupping my center and rubbing tenderly. The other hand that had covered my mouth pulls my hair to one side so he can bury his face in my neck.
In that disheveled state of post climax, Jeremy’s mouth pressing gentle kisses on my fevered skin, I stay absolutely still. Anxiety is around the corner, but not yet. Not yet. Right now, being held and treasured by this man is all that matters.
The sounds from outside indicate that Dexter and Sabrina are getting dressed. Through her giggles, she gives him orders to help her zip up. Their door opens and closes. Complete silence descends.
Standing in a room that mirrors the one they were just in, I can’t help but compare their actions to ours. What they did wasrisky, but it isn’t a secret to be ashamed of. Everyone knows they can’t keep their hands off each other. They have the kind of love celebrated in the light of day, even if they seek the dark and stolen moments of lovemaking. Unlike Jeremy and I, whose intimacies can never be revealed.
We aren’t together in the same way Sabrina and Dexter are. Our careers depend on keeping this arrangement a secret. Everything outside this room could potentially delegitimize what I’ve worked for. No one can ever know about me and Jeremy, whereas the married couple’s indiscretion fades to nothing once they leave the room.
Theirindiscretion? I have a patient whose cock is harder than steel and whose hand is dripping with my cum.
Bad, bad Vanya.
Between shaky inhales and gentle kisses, Jeremy coos into my ear. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful. Are you going to come that hard when you ride my face tonight, Vanya?”
Yes, yes, yes.