Page 76 of Penalty Shot

“Wha-what? If I’m a good girl, what?” I pant, anguished and aroused.

“I’m going to eat you out till you come.”

Before I have a chance to process the words, he’s turned the shower on. When the temperature is just right, Randall leads me in so I’m facing away from the flowing water, my right arm lifted past the curtain to lessen exposure.

I watch as he pulls off his shirt and steps over discarded pants. My mouth waters, awaiting the sight of his long, thick cock. Instead of fully undressing, Randall steps into the shower.

A gasp of surprise accompanies my obvious ploy to get him naked.

“Take your boxers off. They’ll get wet.”

“Let me worry about that. Relax and lean your head back.” I do as instructed, submitting to Randall’s scalp rubs and neck massages as he lovingly washes my hair.

Meticulously, he cleans me from top to bottom, sudsing bath soap over his hands and caressing my skin in sensual circles. Every inch he touches with those large, calloused fingers, he awakens and stimulates. Under my breasts, along my hips, at the back of my calves. Every inch of me is so aroused, it hurts.

“Please, Randall,” I whine, running my left hand down the center of my body before letting it linger over my clit.

His voice is hoarse with need. “Need to come, baby?”

“Yes, yes!” I’m at my breaking point, delirious with desire.

“Let me take care of that, too. Brace yourself.” He guides my uninjured hand to lean against the tile before pressing sweet kisses down my back. As his lips graze each ridge of my spine, he’s lowering himself till his face is lined up with my canted bottom.

His hands widen my cheeks and I feel a rough tongue swipe over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, surprised by how good it feels to have him there, relentless with those nasty, insistent licks along my ass.

In a steady rhythm, he laps along the crevice between my butt cheeks while holding me in place. Holding me up, really, because the sensations are making my legs buckle. One hand keeps me standing while another runs along the outside of my hips to find my clit.

“So slippery and tight right here, Elise,” he says between licks. “Need to be filled, baby?”

“Muh-huh, ye-es, my, oh god,” I mumble nonsense and nod my head knowing full well he can’t see because his face is buried behind me.

A movement shifts his body. Legs the size of tree trunks slide forward. He’s sitting on the shower floor. “Sit on my face. Let me fill this perfect cunt with my tongue.”

Randall doesn’t wait for me to respond or move. He’s positioned perfectly so I don’t even have to shift my legs. I simply bend my knees like I’m easing myself onto a stool.

His face becomes the seat to my most sensitive parts. A skillful mouth finds my opening and pushes up, French kissing my folds. Oh god, nothing should feel this good. My eyes are crossing and my entire body trembles. I begin writhing over him, but I’m also conscious of his discomfort. Professional goalies are more flexible than most, but this is top-level agility.

“Don’t hold back,” he grunts. “Ride me like you mean it, Elise.”

“Oh!” I exclaim when his large palm presses my lower abdominal as his tongue sweeps deep, deep inside me. My walls quiver as he licks and caresses my most intimate parts. I’m wetter than the shower, primed for an orgasm that will slay me.

The muscles of my stomach contract. A knot in my core squeezes to a sharp ache before it releases. I explode, riding hisface through my orgasm. Screaming his name and losing my mind, I let the climax turn me boneless.

The next few minutes are a blur. Randall shuts off the water, grabs a towel to wrap around me, and guides me to the bed. He tucks me in like he promised.

“Come to bed,” I beg, staring at his erection outlined by a soaked and tight pair of boxers. “I want to make love to you, too, Randall. Let me.”

He grazes my forehead with a finger, pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Go to sleep, Elise. I’ll clean up and check on you later.”

I want to contest, but he looks so resolute, so confident in what happens next, the words don’t come to me immediately. All I can do is nod and hope he’s beside me soon, where he belongs.

I’m in a garden on a late summer day. My body is overheating, and my skin is extra sensitive. The wind moving my shirt feels like teasing hands. The whiff of flowers urges me to inhale deeply. In my dreams, the clouds overhead whisper my name.

“Randall. Randall.” It’s Elise’s melodious voice, along with the memory of her taste, that gets me so hard it hurts. Reaching down to grab my cock, I—

“Randall, honey, come to bed.”