Page 24 of Her Puck Daddies
When she has me flip onto my back, my arousal is impossible to ignore. I don't know whether to tell her to just go ahead and suck me off or lay here pretending like my cock hasn’t raised itself up like a mainsail on a ship. My body’s made its choice, though. All my muscles—shoulder included—go taut again.
Ow.
Just shoot me already.
Ava sighs audibly, throwing a hand on her hip. “I don’t think you’re up for your usual antics, you know.”
But I have no clue what she’s talking about. Not with my shoulder aching again. It’s not as bad as before, but still.
Then, her hand returns to my fly, her fingers lingering for a beat before freeing my cock. I freeze, watching her, my breath catching as she pauses, lips slightly parted, as if weighing her next move.
And with a flash of determination, she sinks her mouth over the head of me, her eyes locking onto mine in a way that’s both hesitant and electrifying. I can’t look away as her head starts to move—tentative at first, then gaining confidence as her tongue glides along my slit before she gobbles me down the back of her throat.
I let my head fall back against the ring at the end of her table, still keeping an eye on everything. She’s treating this almost like it’s a medical procedure, not looking for anything from me other than to get the job done. I start to relax and let the feeling take over.
She sucks me hard, her mouth working me with relentless force, then catches me off guard by cupping my balls and giving them a firm, teasing squeeze.
“Uh-uhn.” The pressure shocks through me, lighting up every nerve as her tongue teases the ridge of my head. It’s too much, too damn fast, and I can’t stop myself.
"I'm about to come," I grunt, but it’s barely a warning before I explode in her throat, my cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flood her mouth. I expect her to pull back, to tap out when it gets too much. But she doesn’t.
She fucking takes it. And that brings out my dark, possessive urge to grab her hair and tighten it around my wrist again, pushing her head down just a little more as I groan deeply.
“That’s right, Hottie. Be a good girl and swallow every drop for Daddy,” I demand, my voice dangerously low.
And fuck, does she.
She keeps sucking, her tongue working over me, her throat tightening around my length as she takes everything I give her. Even when she lets out the faintest gag, she doesn’t stop. Shewantsthis.Wantsto take it all.
And fuck, if that doesn’t make me want to give her even more.
With bliss flooding every inch of my body, I feel like a wet noodle—completely boneless, utterly spent—and I couldn’t care less. For the first time since stepping foot in here, I’mactuallyrelaxed. My shoulders, my back, even the nagging pain that’s been haunting me for days—gone.Not a single twinge of discomfort.
Ava’s skilled hands glide over me, smoothing out the final touches of the massage, and at some point, I must drift off because the next thing I know, her soft voice is pulling me back to consciousness.
“Levi? I hate to disturb you, but I have another appointment in fifteen minutes.”
I blink, sluggish and disoriented, up at her. Fifteen minutes? How the hell did time slip away like that?
“But what about your lunch?”
“I was working on you,” she says with a small, knowing smile. “Don’t worry. You needed the extra time.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I promise her, and I will. I didn’t mean to starve her.
“It’s fine. I’m going to step out so you can get dressed,” she says as primly as someone who hasn’t just swallowed my climax like a champ.
Still, I get dressed and head out, not seeing hide or hair of her as I lumber out of the facility. No parting glance, no final words—just silence, leaving me with nothing but the warm touch of her and the weight of everything left unsaid.
Chapter 9
ERIC
Ever since Ava got me off during our first and only massage session a week ago, things between us haven’t been cool. Every single time that I come across her, whether it’s in the training facility or once, at the stadium’s employee entrance, she’s pivoted on her heel and gone in the opposite direction.
“Don’t you have to go in, too?” I asked her that time.
“I’m good.” She waved at me without bothering to even glance over her shoulder, disappearing from sight.