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Isaac

A fter Coach reamed me out for my behavior in front of the whole team and I nodded along and pretended like I felt remorseful—when all I wanted to do was take my skate blade to that fucker’s neck—the rest of the team filed out for the second period.

“Not you, Jones: You’re suspended for the next few games. If I can’t make a good argument for you, you might be out for the rest of the season. Beating up a fan; Jesus fucking Christ,” Coach said, shaking his head.

“Sorry, Coach,” I said, hanging my head.

“No you aren’t,” he sighed, but he slapped me on the shoulder and then he was gone.

“You can come out,” I called to Tovah in the office.

She stepped out into the locker room, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms.

“You know, for someone who hates violence, you’ve gotten pretty violent lately.”

I stood, keeping my eyes on her as I peeled my jersey off over my head and stripped out of all my gear above my waist until I was shirtless, feeling a warm satisfaction in my chest when her eyes caught on my chest and held. I trained and stayed in shape for hockey, but having the kind of body that kept Tovah entranced was a nice perk.

I advanced on her slowly, pleased that she had nowhere to go. Even more pleased when her breathing picked up as I grew closer, until I placed my hands on the wall above her head, effectively trapping her there.

The move worked; her eyes dilated, eclipsing the dark brown of her irises.

“Isaac?” she said sweetly, breathily.

“Yeah, little snoop?”

She wrinkled her nose. “You stink.”

Chuckling, I leaned in further. “Comes with the territory.”

Standing, I held out my palm for her. “I’m taking a shower. And you’re gonna watch.”

She hesitated.

“Tovah,” I warned.

“A deal’s a deal,” she sighed, but her hard nipples gave her away.

Tugging her behind me, I led her to the showers, positioning her on the edge where she’d have the perfect view of me without getting wet—from water, at least.

“Eyes on me,” I ordered, as I removed my remaining gear, tossing it on the ground before stepping into the shower and turning the water on. I’d clean it up later. And I didn’t reprimand her when her eyes dropped from my face to my hardening cock, which grew thicker under her appraisal.

“You like it, gorgeous? He’s hard for you. You made him that way. You always make him that way,” I crooned as I slowly stroked my dick, pointing in her direction. “He knows you’re about to make him really fucking happy. Aren’t you?”

Breath shallow, mouth open in a small “o,” she watched me. Smirking, I continued with slow, easy strokes. If I hadn’t been keeping such a close eye on her, I wouldn’t have noticed the way her legs pressed together, thighs clenching.

Yeah, she wanted my cock. Bad.

And I’d give it to her, which meant leaving it alone for now.

Releasing my protesting dick, I filled my hands with body wash, lathering my neck, my chest, my arms and abs, before reaching down to do the same to my cock, my legs, my ass. As I washed my body, I paid special attention to the parts of it Tovah took the most interest in, spending extra time on my pecs and the area between my abs and my hips that formed a V. I’d never noticed it, but she always seemed to get distracted by it. She licked her lips, her eyes glazing over.

“I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist,” she said, and even though her words were dry, the lust in her voice gave her away.

“Only for you, sweetheart,” I said, rinsing the soap off my body before quickly washing my hair.

Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist, drying my hair with another.

“Come,” I told her, knowing I’d be telling her that again soon.

She followed me back into the main part of the locker room. Dropping my towel on the bench, I sat on it, spreading my thighs wide.

“Pants and panties off,” I said.

She glanced around, worried. “But anyone could come in.”

I growled at the idea. “No one’s coming in right now. No one’s going to see you. Clothes off, Tovah. I want to see those thick thighs, those delicious dimples in your hips. That dripping pussy. My dripping pussy. Strip. ”

She stripped slowly, almost awkwardly, leggings off, then red lace panties that matched my jersey she was wearing.

“Hand them over.”

She did. And when our hands touched, I swear to fucking god, my whole arm tingled. It wasn’t even sexual, but something about skin to skin contact with this girl set my whole body on fire.

Mine.

There was a big wet spot on the front of her panties. Without taking my eyes off her, I lifted them to my nose and inhaled.

Somehow, her lemon and sugar scent was stronger here. Sharper, sweeter. And woven in was the musky, earthy scent of raw fucking pussy.

“So fucking delicious,” I growled, before tapping my thigh. “Sit.”

She eyed my cock, which was sticking straight up at that point.

“I’m not fucking you.”

“Who said anything about fucking? I want to finger your sweet little cunt to orgasm.”

She moaned, the sound so soft and perfect, I almost came on the spot.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she came toward me. The second her thighs touched my knees I reached forward, lifting her by those delectably dimpled hips and dropping her on my thighs so she straddled me. Placing a hand between her thighs, I traced her pussy lips, instantly rewarded by the wetness that greeted my fingers.

“This pussy’s mine,” I told her on a rasp, as I drew circles on her slit before slowly pushing one finger inside her up to the knuckle. Her pussy immediately clenched around it.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” I said in a voice I hardly recognized, pulling out my finger and replacing it with two. She felt even tighter like this, and when she shut her eyes and whimpered, it was like sparks flew between us, lighting on my lower spine and making my cock thicken. As I pushed my fingers back into her pussy, I lifted my hips, my bare cock sliding against her stomach.

She looked down at me and moaned.

“That’s right, you like that cock, don’t you?” I crooned as I played with her.

Eyes on the digital clock across the room that tracked the period, I did some guy math. There were fifteen minutes left to the period, plus whatever pauses and penalties there were. Given how responsive Tovah was, I had time to get her off this way before using her sweet body anyway I liked.

Fucking perfect.

Withdrawing my fingers, I gave her a moment of reprieve before working a third inside her. I could feel her pussy stretching around them, unused to their thickness and length.

“Isaac,” she said, her eyes already watering. “It’s too much.”

“Never, baby,” I crooned. “You’re going to take my fingers up your cunt like my bad little cum slut, aren’t you?” I punctuated my words by thrusting my fingers deeper into her pussy, exulting in her resulting cry.

“Shh,” I admonished, even though no one was around. “I don’t want anyone else hearing the sweet sounds you make.”

With my free hand, I wrapped my hand in her hair, tugging her forward so I could catch her cries with my mouth. Her taste exploded on my tongue, sweet and sharp, lulling me with softness and waking me up to a world beyond anything I ever could’ve imagined. Every kiss was like this. Her mouth was made for mine.

She was made for me.

And I was made for her.

There would be no one else for me, ever. The idea of ever setting her free was so unimaginable, I denied it with everything in my being, biting her lip in punishment even if she hadn’t been the one who said or thought it. I shoved my fingers deeper, ignoring the way she struggled in my lap as I continued to stroke the inside of her pussy.

“Oh, oh fuck,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the way her tight cunt squeezed the sides of my fingers. I rocked my hips, shoving my cock against her stomach, barely aware of the precum leaking from the tip. She wasn’t even touching me, but there were still waves of pleasure shooting up my spine. She didn’t need to touch me for this to feel so fucking good. Not when I controlled every fucking bit of her, not when she tried to fight and lost as I gripped the back of her head with my free hand and kept biting her lips, not when her spread thighs trembled and her goddamned beautiful fucking pussy clenched and clenched and clenched around my fingers, drenching them in wetness that was spilling onto my bare legs.

I released her lower lip, pulling back so I could speak.

“You’re close to coming, aren’t you? I can feel how tight you’re getting. Get used to the feel of them, because they’re the only fingers you’re ever going to know in your pussy. This pussy? Fucking mine. All of you? Fucking mine. And no one better get near you to hurt you or touch you in any way or I will fucking end them. ”

I wasn’t sure where the words were coming from. It should’ve just been hooking up; she shouldn’t have been anything more than a sweet mouth and a tight pussy. But I knew better. Tovah wasn’t just pussy.

She was goddamned everything.

I felt her coiling tighter at my words, and god knew my cock felt ready to explode. So despite my cock and fingers’ protests, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy again, drawing gentle circles on her slit.

Whining at my withdrawal, Tovah slapped my thigh.

“I was close, Isaac,” she said.

“I know, little snoop,” I said, stroking her trembling cheek. “But neither of us get to come yet.”

I soothed her, waiting until her breathing slowed and she retreated from the edge. “Ready?” I asked, although I didn’t wait for her reply. Instead, I dragged her head back to mine, kissing her as I thrust my fingers back inside her empty, grasping cunt. I turned them toward me, hooking my fingers and rubbing them against her G-spot as I started drawing teasing, barely there circles on her engorged, pulsing clit with my thumb.

She cried out desperately, the sound swallowed by my mouth. I rolled my hips back and forth, rubbing the side of my cock against her stomach as I continued to stroke the inside of her pussy and added more pressure with my thumb, forcing down the urge to come so I could enjoy her as long as possible. Wet sounds echoed in the locker room and even more of her arousal drenched my thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you, bad little girl? But you’re only bad for me, aren’t you? This pussy only gets wet for me from now on. You don’t even get to touch yourself with your own fingers unless I tell you to. I can’t wait until it’s my cock in that tight, pulsing pussy.”

Tovah moaned my name against my lips. I could’ve gotten lost there, in her kiss, our tongues dancing intimately, but my cock reminded me it was getting lonely. It was going to have to wait its turn. The longer it took to come, the longer I had her here at my mercy—and the longer I could ignore the outside world that would take her from me one day.

Withdrawing my fingers again, I played gently with her pussy, pulling her back from the brink.

“Isaac, please,” my perfect bad girl begged, her eyes glassy and pleading.

“What do you need? Tell me,” I said, as I traced a figure eight pattern around her clit.

“I need to come, please let me come!”

“You come when I let you come,” I told her. “You only come when I let you come. And I may not let you. How would that feel, keeping you on edge for the rest of the night? Tomorrow, too? I can keep you this way for as long as I want, tie you down and play with you for hours until you’ve lost track of time and all sense of self, you’re so desperate for me. And then, only then, maybe I’ll let you come.”

She liked that. Even without my fingers in her, I could tell the way she was clenching, and her little nipples were so hard, I could see them in my jersey.

“Isaac, please….”

“I love how you beg,” I said. “And bad girls like you deserve rewards.”

Besides, I loved how hard she came, and I wanted her spasming around my fingers.

My eyes caught on the clock. Five minutes left in the period.

Just enough time.

Once more, I thrust my fingers inside her pussy. I thrust my fingers in and out quickly, rubbing hard circles around her clit, not caring if it was too much. My balls were heavy, my cock was beyond thick and hard, and it was time.

Rubbing my fingers over her G-spot, I pressed down hard on her clit.

“Mine, Tovah. You’re fucking mine. For goddamned ever,” I growled.

That was all it took. With a scream, she came, pulsing tight, hot, and wet around my fingers and absolutely soaking my legs as she goddamn fucking squirted. I barely stopped myself from following her.

Instead, I rose, my arms around her waist, her legs dangling, carrying her over to the bench in the middle of the locker room. Placing her on her hands and knees, I made sure she was steady before moving behind her, my legs straddling the bench.

“Ass up,” I told her.

“Wh-what?” she asked, drunk and hazy off her orgasm.

Chuckling, I put my hands on her hips, positioning her. Once she was where I wanted, I grabbed my hard, desperate cock in my hand, sliding it between her bare and shaking thighs, so it rubbed against her soaked pussy.

“Ahhhhh, fuck,” I moaned, as I gripped the outside of her thighs and pushed them together, creating the perfect tunnel for my cock.

“Isaac,” she cried. “It’s too much, it’s?—”

“It’s not too much,” I said as I began to slide back and forth between her thighs. “There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to us.”

I pumped my hips, needing this, her bare, wet skin, her trembling, her cries. Needing to feel this connection between us, a closeness I knew I’d never feel with anyone else. It wasn’t about my cock, about getting off. It was about the tie between us, winding tighter and tighter, closing a loop between her body and mine, her heart and mine, her soul and mine, until I felt like I was about to explode.

“You’re everything, you know that? More than hockey, more than my team. More than my life. The goddamned sun could fall out of the sky and the world would still burn bright as long as you’re in it. Fuck, Tovah, you’ve changed how I see . I’m not giving you up.”

She cried out at my words, her thighs squeezing even tighter as she came.

I followed her, my balls releasing, aware I was bruising the shit out of her and not caring as I came and came and came—harder than I had in my whole life, shooting hot cum between her thighs and on the bench.

It could’ve lasted a second, it could’ve lasted forever. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.

Finally, I began to soften. I slid from out between her thighs, wanting to collapse, and catching her by the waist before she did.

I glanced at the clock. Thirty seconds left of second period.

Lifting her and putting her back on her feet, I tracked down her clothes and helping her into them before I threw on my own street clothes. Technically, I was supposed to stay through the end of the game, but I was already in plenty of shit—what was a little more? I wanted to get Tovah home, in our bed, so I could play with her some more—and get her away from my teammates. She was mine, and the less than human part of me wanted her alone and safe and yeah, locked up. I was pretty fucked in the head, but I no longer cared.

“Isaac, we need to stay,” she protested, as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her out of the locker room.

“Fuck that, I want you home and naked,” I told her as I carried her out of my arena, back to my car, and drove her home.