“Please, please, please, please,” I chant.
My ass clenches around his cock as if maybe I can hold onto him. As if every time he pulls out of me, I’m trying to pull him back.
“I’m gonna … gonna,please, Daddy. I neeeed to come. Please let me come.” I’m a babbling, desperate mess.
“Okay, you can come, baby.”
A cry rips from the depths of my soul. My orgasm floods out of me, first as a wave up my body, and then in short bursts, spilling over the pink lace. Luke’s not far behind, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me. I don’t miss the opportunity to milk his cock, almost like I’m servicing him, making sure he gets the most from his orgasm.
His hips stop, and he collapses to the side, flipping me around so I’m facing him. His lips descend, kissing me as if it’s the last time he’ll kiss me, only to stop and then kiss me with one of his “last time” kisses again. Luke’s hand dips into the lace where my cum-soaked cock is. He pushes the special thong down, finally releasing my sensitive cock so he can toy with it.His.I feel so his when he does nonchalant shit like that. Squishing and massaging my spent cock like it’s nothing more than a stress ball.
“That was …” he trails off, speechless.
“Epic,” I breathe.
“Epic,” he agrees.
“I can feel it,” I pant, still catching my breath. “Feel you. Everywhere.”
“Yeah? You feel nice and used, princess?”
“Yeah. I’m gonna be fucking sore tomorrow. I’m lucky we don’t have a game.”
“That’s cute,” he says.
“What is?”
“That you think I’m done with you for the night.”
He pushes me onto my back, carefully sliding the lace off of me. “I’ll be saving your special panties for another time,” he says.
Luke’s been ramming his cock into me for the past however long, but that heats my damn cheeks, and my body manages to tingle, even though it’s half dead.
“Hold these open for me,” he demands, pushing my knees wide and toward his chest. He pushes two fingers inside me, stuffing any cum of his that leaked out, back inside. “I’m gonna fuck your ass until you know who owns you when you step onto the ice Monday morning.”
22
Luke
Igive him what he wants, what he’s been begging me for, and by the time I’m done with him, he’s full of bite marks, hickeys, and cum. His ass is bright red. I’ve left none of the stones of his body unturned. I force him to drink water and other hydration drinks before I let him close his eyes. I don’t know where he told his friends he was going, but he’s not leaving this bed tonight. I’m watching over him after a sex session like that.
Fuck.
Even for me, that was feral. Wild’s my baseline, but Ace … watching his beautiful body bounce on my cock, begging for more, more,more.I couldn’t hold back. I became another species of human, and tore into him, ripping him open, putting him back together with pieces of me inside of him.
I should be as spent as he is, but I can’t sleep. Instead, I watch him breathe like I’m a fucking creep, waiting for him to wake up, shocked he hasn’t run yet.
Or maybe I’m just smitten.
Guys like me don’t get smitten, though. We don’t, because it lands us in trouble. I rub my face with my right hand because my left is trapped under Ace. Our hard bodies are contoured together, slotting perfectly, and I finally close my eyes long enough to feel the rise and fall of his chest.
“I missed you at my hockey game,” a croaky voice says in the semi-darkness, with only the campus lights from outside shining through the window to illuminate his profile.
“I thought you liked skin on my knuckles.” It’s bad enough having to see the giant bruises all over him. Watching him take hit after hit, sometimes limping to the bench, sometimes sprawled across the ice for a few seconds too long, frays my already splintered nerves.
“Meh, you’ll be fine.”
“You spoiled fucking princess.” I kiss his crown.
