Page 33 of Hockey Halloween
Delaney
We make-out like the teenagers we once were. Like we would have, over and over again, if we hadn't been torn apart. And the next thing I know, I’m pushing my hands under his robe, feeling the cool, taut skin of his chest, abs, and back.
“I’m not wearing anything under this,” he reminds me, like he’s worried I forgot.
“Good,” I whisper against his lips before moving my mouth down the column of his neck, his whiskers tickling me as I go. “And for the record, the zipper to this thing is in the back.”
His hands find it as soon as the words leave my mouth, and he begins to tug it down. "I didn't talk to my mother for a month after she washed your email address."
“I’ve wondered about you over the years,” I confess. “Wondered if you thought of me. If it meant anything to you? We were so young but…”
“But it meant everything to me,” Palmer whispers as he pulls my zipper to the bottom of its path and his palm coasts up the now exposed skin on my back. “I thought of you all the time. I wondered for a year if I was a bad kisser and that’s why you didn’t reach out to me. ”
His hand slides under the pleather at my shoulder, pushing it down before he kisses the bare skin there, nipping it lightly, which sends a delicious tingle through my nerves. “I demanded my parents send me back to Magog the next summer, but you weren’t there.”
“My parents divorced. Couldn’t make it work after Hadley’s passing,” I confess and swallow the pain that comes when I think of my sister.
Instead, I focus only on his hands as they move down the other side of my costume.
"They shipped Ry and me off to different boarding schools, and before we could even get home for the summer, they'd enrolled us in new, different camps.
Not Magog for me but a tennis-based one in California since I was already in school there. "
He kisses my shoulder and confesses, "The first time I ever jerked off was at that camp, and it was to thoughts of you in your tennis skirt. I wanted so badly to touch you under there… explore..."
I reach up and peel my arms out of the suit, sliding it down to my hips. My nipples pucker at the cool air in the room and his hot confession. I slip my hands into his hair as his mouth moves to cover my left nipple. “We have very little time to make up for a lot of lost time.”
I push the robe right off his shoulders.
I follow it until it pools on the hotel carpet, and then I let my eyes rise, trailing up his body, taking in each deliciously naked inch of him.
And, as I reach his hips, and my eyes land greedily on what’s between them, I realize there are a LOT of inches.
And nine of them are hard and leaking. For me.
"We don't have to rush. We can exchange info again, and this time my mom won't fuck it up." He smiles. It's still lopsided and cheeky, and that's why it felt familiar.
I slip my thumbs into my costume at my hips and start shimmying out of it. All I have on is a black satin thong. “Or we can have sex now and take our time later?”
His eyes land on the thong. I heat and feel a blush take over my cheeks as he stares at my thong, and his tongue slips out to wet his lips hungrily. "I see you're still smarter than me. "
I laugh, but it turns into a squeal as he crosses the small distance between us, lifts me up, and drops me on the bed.
He pauses at the foot to tug the costume off my legs, freeing me completely, before he crawls over me and begins kissing my inner thighs.
I spread for him without being asked, and when his tongue traces the seam of my underwear and the pad of his thumb pushes into the wet spot, I gasp.
“Delaney… you missed me…”
I smile but say nothing. My words are stolen as soon as his fingers hook the silky fabric and shove it out of the way, making room for his tongue.
My God, Palmer is a god. He licks and sucks at me with skill and somehow knows exactly how to hurl me towards bliss.
His fingers slide into me, curling just right, and I'm arching and panting and tugging on his hair.
I'm stringing obscenities along with his name in ways my fourteen-year-old self didn't know to dream of at the time.
When my orgasm shatters me, he growls against my sex and holds my hips down so I can't pull away, forcing me to ride it out against his tongue.
When I finally go limp, he lifts himself up, grinning proudly at me before skimming his lips all the way from my belly button to my collarbone.
"Delaney, I hate to say this, but we have ten minutes.
I need you to get dressed and sew that costume while I calm down so my dick doesn't just rip through it. "
“Can you sew?” I ask as he kisses me lightly before rolling off me.
He stands by the side of the bed, his cock still long and thick and aching, I'm sure. He nods. "A little. Well enough, I guess."
“You sew and I’ll handle your big problem.”
I jump off the bed and rush to the table.
Thankfully, I already threaded the needle with white thread while he was in the bathroom changing out of the costume.
I carefully hand him the costume and the needle.
He looks skeptical. Like I'm trying to sell him a timeshare in the Ozarks.
"Palmer, honey, I want to suck your dick while you sew, and I won't take no for an answer. "
“I…” Whatever he was about to say is swallowed by a groan be cause I’m already on my knees in front of him with my lips on his swollen, leaking tip.
Sucking off Palmer isn't easy. He's big, and it takes some experienced tongue and hand work to cover all of him.
I have to stop twice to remind him to keep sewing because he keeps closing his eyes and moaning.
I know he's close when he starts bucking his hips, basically fucking my mouth.
I suck harder, swirl my tongue faster, and tighten my grip on the base of his shaft.
When he comes, he groans my name, and I happily swallow all he has to give. We have four minutes when I get to my feet. He's tearing the thread with his teeth, and he looks almost drunk he's so sated. "We have to run."
It's a struggle for us to get back into costume, but we manage.
And we're in the elevator ninety seconds before midnight.
We stare at each other through the mirrored doors and grin like idiots.
We both look like we've been fucked. There is no denying it.
At least I have the headpiece to hide most of my bedhead.
He laces our fingers together as the doors slide open and leads the way as we run through the lobby for the ballroom.
No matter what happens next, Halloween is my new favorite holiday.