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Liam

“ H ow much like a pre-game ritual do you want here?” I asked as I turned onto our street.

“Why, do you do something weird?”

“Not weird as such and I think you’ll like it, but I need you to give me five minutes when we get in.”

I pulled into the Fitzpatrick’s driveway.

“Fine, I’ll give you twenty and make pasta dough so we can have fresh stuff for dinner. Might as well get yourself close again while you’re at it,” she replied, reaching over and giving my cock a firm stroke before getting out of the car.

I leant my head back against the seat and groaned.

No matter where I went, I always packed a dress shirt and suit pants, just in case. It never occurred to me that one day my ‘just in case’ would be putting it on for the sole purpose of edging myself in front of my girlfriend.

When I got back to our room, I changed out of my sweatpants into the suit pants, leaving the zip open and perfectly framing my leaking cock in my boxers. Then I pulled on my dress shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and rolled the sleeves up to the elbows.

Mostly dressed again, I picked up the cock ring and the lube and lay back on the bed, tugging my boxers down to rest under my balls.

I started with slow, teasing touches that made the tip leak and my lower abdomen tense almost painfully. It didn’t take long before I felt like I was ready to explode, which was when I released my cock and took a few deep breaths. There was only so much teasing I could take before I came and I wanted, needed, Lenny to get back before the twenty minutes were up.

She’d made cookies in less time, surely pasta dough was easier.

When I felt like I could touch my dick again without erupting all over my stomach, I grabbed the lube and the cock ring, applying an almost excessive amount of lube to both my dick and the toy, before securing it at the base of my dick. I pulled my boxers back up to cover me, and the damp cotton almost stung against my over-sensitive flesh.

I couldn’t remember the last time I was so desperate to come. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.

Twenty-four minutes after we got home, the bedroom door opened. I opened my eyes to see Alana close the door behind her.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she said, leaning back against the door.

“I said I thought you’d like it.” My voice sounded wrecked. It matched how I felt, still so close and yet so far from the release my body so desperately needed.

“Can I ask how this particular pre-game ritual came to be? For some reason, that was all I could think about while making pasta. I had to start it again.” She was twisting the ring on her thumb, something she mostly did when she was nervous. Her fingers had found it a lot earlier in the week, but she had been playing with it less since we went skating. There was a chance that she was nervous at this moment, but she had control of this situation, which led me to believe that she was playing with it now for a different reason. She also played with that ring when she was thinking.

I was probably about to find myself in a whole world of pain. And I’d thank her for it when she was done with me.

“Sure. Look out your window.”

Her eyes tore themselves away from me and to her window.

“I’m looking at your bedroom.” When she looked back at me, my cock twitched, and I took one more steadying breath.

“We were sixteen, and I was getting ready to go to a game when you came back into your room wearing a towel. You walked past the window and then threw your towel across the room. I saw it fly past the window and I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you were naked, just out of sight. I’d never thought about you like that until then, and I thought maybe it was just a passing thought, but I couldn’t stop wondering about what shade of brown your nipples were or what the curve of your waist into your hip would feel like under my hands. Before I knew what I was doing, I was stroking myself, thinking about you, and I promised myself that once I came, I wouldn’t do it again, that I wouldn’t think of you like that.”

“Except you won,” she interjected, her voice breathless, her body still.

“We won,” I whispered.

“So, did you think of me every time, or just pre-game?” She stepped away from the door towards the bed, her movements slow.

“Pre-game.”

“That makes sense, I guess, what with it being embedded in a superstition. When did it stop?”

“Consistently? When I started in college. But you made a guest appearance every now and then and I always seemed to play better on those days.” I always won on those days. Every time. Without fail. It became a superstition within a superstition by my junior year of college.

She nodded, then pulled her sweater off and dropped it on the floor. She reached behind her back, undid the clasp of her bra, and let that join her sweater on the floor before she climbed on the bed, her nipples already puckering.

“You can look, but not touch. Unless you’re touching yourself, which you should definitely start doing.”

I groaned.

“If I do that, I’m gonna come. The last however many minutes have been a real exercise of my endurance.”

She smirked as she reached for the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, tucking it under my balls. She gasped.

“You’re wearing the cock ring.”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a desperate whisper as she ran a finger along the silicone, the barest of brushes against my length.

“I remember you telling me that it vibrates.” Her fingers brushed against my swollen balls, and I twitched. I then felt the press of something cool in my hand. “Do me a favour, baby, and get that wet with your mouth. Try not to bite down on it.”

The second part of her sentence only made sense when she waited for me to suck the tip of her vibrator into my mouth and then turned on the cock ring. My hips bucked off the bed and the worst of my moans were muffled by the vibrator in my mouth. When I looked at her, she looked positively gleeful.

“Good boy. Now, turn that on.” She pointed to the vibrator as I pulled it out of my mouth. I clicked it on. “Good, click through to setting three.” I did, the pattern was just random enough that it didn’t feel like you’d ever quite get the pressure you needed to come.

Her finger circled my frenulum. “Hold that right here.”

“I’m gonna come,” I warned her as I dropped the point of the vibrator down to where she asked. Her hand covered my mouth and muffled the noise I made. Every muscle in my body was screaming at me to find release.

“Give me two minutes, then I’ll let you,” she said, removing her hand and pressing a brief kiss to my lips before getting off the bed and disappearing into her closet.

I started counting to 120 in my head to distract myself from the dual vibrations .

“I knew you could last.” I opened my eyes to find Lenny at the end of the bed, a wide smile on her face, and wearing a jersey for our high school hockey team. She turned around slowly and there on the back was Mulligan, 17. I almost lost it.

“When the fuck did you get that?”

She turned back around. “Our junior year at high school. I was going to start wearing it to games but then I got all in my head about what that meant, and so I never did. You can turn the vibrators off.”

I clicked the vibe against my cock off and reached down to turn the ring off. If I thought I felt close to coming before, it was nothing compared to now. I’d been on edge for hours and my cock felt full, my balls heavy, and the woman that I loved more than anything was wearing my high school jersey.

“If I take this ring off, I’m gonna come, so it might be best if you have the honours.”

She climbed on the bed and straddled my lower thighs, her hands rested close to the crease of my hips.

“How do you want to come? Dealer’s choice?”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Pun intended?”

“Only a little bit. Your answer?”

“I’m too fragile to fuck you the way I want, so you do your thing.”

“What makes you think I have a thing?” Her hand wrapped around my cock loosely, barely enough pressure for me to even register that she was holding me.

I whined before I managed to find my words.

“You keep looking at it.”

“What, your cock? Yeah, it looks huge. And so red. It won’t stop leaking. And this vein, fuck, I want to tease this vein for hours.” My cock twitched under her touch along said vein. I didn’t doubt that she would enjoy just how sensitive that particular line was when given half the chance.

“Not what I’m talking about, and you know it. Please, Alana, I’m so close. Please let me come.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” She leant down and took the tip in her mouth. The wet heat of her made me buck upwards, but her weight on my legs kept me pinned down. She moved the ring up my shaft and when it was off, she held me tightly. All the nerve endings in my body felt like livewires and all of them were begging for one thing.

And Lenny gave it to me. She loosened her grip until she was holding me just right and it took three more strokes before I came. I bit down on the collar of my shirt, trying to muffle the roar that ripped out of me at the first wave of release. Lenny’s grip on my cock didn’t let up and she milked my orgasm out of me, her other hand rolling my balls.

Just as I was about to veer into over-stimulated territory, she let me go. She waited until I was mostly back in the room before she made her next move, which had the power to get me hard again, despite my dick’s protest that it stayed exactly where it was to recover.

She brought the hand coated in my release to her mouth and started licking it off, making a show of hollowing her cheeks as she cleaned off her fingers. Once her hand was clean, she looked down at the mess on my stomach, most of it covering my tattoo. She smeared it around with her finger and then, careful to avoid my rallying dick, she cleaned that up with her tongue too .

When it looked clean enough and I felt like I had proper control of my limbs again, I pulled her up and sealed my mouth over hers. I could taste myself on her tongue and I deepened the kiss until she went lax against me.

My hands settled on her ass, and I discovered that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I broke the kiss and took a deep breath. Lenny started kissing along my jaw. The kissing turned into sucking, and I realised that she was darkening the deep pink of the birthmark on my neck.

“Someone seems to like the thought of me marking them.” I could feel her smile against my neck as she pressed her leg down on my cock, already almost back at full hardness.

“It’s a combination of that and this naked pussy lying close to it while you’re wearing my jersey.”

She pulled back and looked back at me. “You still want to fuck me?” Her voice dripped into my ear as she ground her pussy against me.

“There is so much I want to do, but yes, I still want to fuck you. I just can’t decide if I want you naked so I can see all of you when I make you come, or if I want you to keep wearing that so I can see my number on your back while I fuck you.”

She rolled her hips against me before she reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a handful of condoms, throwing them on the bed.

“Say this is the last time we have sex—which it won’t be, before you start freaking out that I’m going to slip out in the middle of the night—which one would you want to be your lasting memory?”

I lightly slapped her ass. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“On one condition.” I nodded. “Don’t take the suit off.”

“Done.”