Page 79 of Hockey Halloween

Tristan

I’m not sure what I expected when Ligaya and I started making out, but the passionate woman grinding against my cock and kissing me hard exceeds my imagination.

My crude instruction for her to release my cock is taken as a challenge.

“Of course you’re commando,” she says when my cock is freed from the zipper’s restrictions.

“For some reason, I’m not into boxers. Grew out of them at some point,” I say with a wide grin, thoroughly enjoying how the sight of my cock leaves her slack jawed.

Her hands wrap around my cock and twist. The motion erases my grin and feels so damn good, my head falls back. I let myself feel her twisting grip for half a minute but don’t dare look down. The one thing I want more than my own orgasm is hers.

I encircle her wrist and tilt my head lower so our gazes lock. There’s a determined gleam in her eyes that intensifies her beauty and heightens my desire. Maybe too much.

“Stop. You feel too good. Take your pants off. I’m gonna make you come first.”

“You are so arrogant. ”

“It isn’t arrogance if it’s true.”

I guide her to her feet and pull her closer so I can lick that cute bellybutton as I undo her pants. The rich, delicious heat of her arousal hits me, making my mouth water.

“Fucking knew it,” I mumble, my finger strumming the back of the G-string and feasting at the sight of the line of tight curls over her pussy, dark underneath the white lace.

“You knew what?” she squeaks.

My knuckle grazes the soaked lace. “That you’d be the sexiest goddamn woman. A G-string, Ligaya? Not even a thong? Fuck, is this what you wear every day? Under your professional black dress and strict teacher vibe, you’re dressed to get fucked . ”

“I don’t wear this every?—”

“Shh, let me live my fantasy. Now where were we?”

My fingers draw the fabric aside and glide across her silky entrance.

“More, Tristan,” she moans, bending her knees to lower herself against my hand.

“Need to eat my fill first. Do you want to ride my face here or in your bedroom?”

Her mouth gapes open like she’s scandalized by my dirty talk.

“Here, then,” I say, grabbing her ass as I lean back.

“I’ve not. I mean, I don’t usually, well, you know.”

“I don’t know,” I prompt gently.

“I’ve never.”

“You’ve never received oral sex?”

“I have, but I don’t really like it. I’ve never, umm...”

“Had an orgasm?”

“Not that way.”

“Do you want to try, Ligaya? Do you trust me enough to try it?”

“I think so,” she says. Her unexpected vulnerability tugs at me. She’s not a woman whose trust and pleasure are easily earned.

I lie back and guide her body so her legs straddle my head. I look up at her quivering breasts and get a whiff of her arousal. Christ, I might come before she does.

She won’t fully sit down. I tilt my head up and give her a series of licks along the sides of her cunt, along the creases but not quite at her center.

“Oh, that’s... that’s...” She doesn’t get to finish her thought, because when her knees weaken and she drops down, my mouth traps her clit. She gasps in pleasure. I use my tongue, my lips, my cheekbones to caress and stimulate her sensitive folds.

“Your pussy is fucking delicious, Ligaya. Fuck my face, sweetheart.” I offer long, sweeping strokes as she shivers. My stiff tongue pushes up. I guide her hips in circles.

Slowly, she takes over the rhythm. With my hands free to work her body, I use one to squeeze her ass and the other to thumb her clit. She hesitates. I squeeze her ass harder, eliciting a sexy squeal.

Her legs tighten around my ears. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. Ligaya releases a wordless sound that vibrates through her cunt and into my mouth.

“Tristan, oh god, I’m coming. Oh, fuck.” Ligaya screams like she’s in shock. The sounds coming out of her are low pitched moans that tug at my cock. Her hips jerk forward in waves. My mouth floods with arousal. I drink her up like the thirsty bastard that I am.

When her orgasm abates, Ligaya slides down my chest and abdominals. She rubs her wetness over my aching cock. My body pulses with the need to penetrate.

I reach for my pants and pull out the condom. I sheath myself. Legaya watches enraptured.

“Take me to bed, sweetheart,” I urge her, my voice roughened by lust.

This was supposed to be release.

A “get it out of our system” scenario.

One night. One lust-drenched night to alleviate sexual tension.

But this?

Ligaya grabbing my hand and leading me to her bedroom?

Our bodies tangled in sheets and slick with sweat?

This alleviates nothing.

Every moment only intensifies my desire. Hesitation evaporates like fog bathed by the sun.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her mouth parts with a moan, and her hips grind against mine in a perfect rhythm.

I press her wrists gently into the mattress, our fingers laced like we’re doing a goddamn slow dance.

Her thighs tighten around me and she arches up, gasping as I thrust deeper, harder.

Ligaya shudders, dragging her nails down my back, pulling me closer.

I lose my head a little, plundering her with more force, more speed, more of me.

She feels incredible. Tightness grips me with each plunge, her walls providing perfect friction.

I’ve never felt this lost in a woman’s body.

Ligaya wraps one hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into a passionate kiss.

“Yes, yes. I’m there! Oh god, Tristan,” she wails. Her body clenches around mine. I follow her over the edge, my climax wringing me with pulses so powerful, I blank out a little.

We collapse, still clinging to each other.

Silence stretches as our breathing settles.

Ligaya tilts away from me, but I automatically hold her closer.

Instead of leaving the bed, she cuddles against me in a soft press.

It’s not just her body that softens. Something precious and rare settles between us.

“I promise I can last longer next time.”

“Next time? Is there going to be a next time?”

“That’s entirely up to you. If you’re done with me...” I trail off, unable to continue the awful thought.

“I’m not done with you,” she whispers.

I don’t know how she makes that phrase— I’m not done with you —sound romantic, but it might as well be a poem for how much it does to me. I lean down and kiss her again, slower this time. Like we’ve got all the time in the world.

When I finally rest my forehead against hers and close my eyes, it hits me that I really might stay too long.

But this time, it sounds like exactly what I should do.