“Good,” she said. “Insanely busy, but good!”
Her hands had been full ever since the meeting with Mr. Sullivan. After taking a few days to evaluate the structure of his franchise, Mr. Sullivan fired nearly every member of the Dallas Devils front office—from the entire coaching staff, to the scouts, and all the way up to General Manager Baumbach. Perhaps most satisfyingly, Thayer Bray was the first to get the axe—and was then questioned by police for extortion. Austen was the first to break each firing—and subsequent hiring—and was quickly becoming a name in hockey media.
When the nurse turned her back, Austen mouthed the word to Dane: “Pervert.”
Dane eyes crinkled as he smiled and silently laughed.
The nurse scanned his vitals monitor, and suddenly looked grave. “Is your heart rate always this high, Mr. DeHardt?”
“Errr,” he stammered. “No?”
The nurse neared. She put her hand on Dane’s forehead. “He’s diaphoretic.”
“What’s that mean?” Austen asked.
“He’s sweating.”
“Jesus,” he muttered. “It’s hot in here, okay? Really, I’m fine.”
“He’s just nervous,” Austen said, covering for him. “He hates surgery. I’m sorry, could you leave us alone for a little?”
The nurse tapped her chin indecisively. “Well … his heart rate does seem to be going down … alright. I’ll leave you two. But if you start having chest pains or feel out of breath, you press that button and let us know right away, okay, Mr. DeHardt?”
“Yeah. Sure. Will do.”
The nurse left and shut the door behind her.
Left alone, Dane and Austen began to laugh.
“It’s a miracle she didn’t realize what you were up to. Isawwhat you were doing, you know!” Austen said.
“Was I doing something when you came in?” Dane asked, pretending to be innocent. “Hm. I don’t remember doing anything.”
“Oh, no?” Austen lifted the bed sheets to expose his lies. Sure enough, his hospital gown was hiked up to his pointed nipples. His half-hard cock laid atop his taut stomach, and a glossy trail of pre-cum was slathered across his rock-hard abs. “Golly, what was going on in here?”
“Okay,” he said with a grin. “Maybe I was a little bored.”
She scooted closer to his cot and fondled his thickening penis. “Maybe you were thinking about that hot nurse?” she teased.
He snickered. “Actually, I was thinking about last night.”
“What about last night?” she asked. She wanted to hear all the filthy details from his perspective.
“How you begged me to come on your face—you made me come so hard, babe. I made a mess out of you. Fuck, that was hot.”
“God, yes,” she gasped, remembering how she felt when he painted lines of hot cum across her face—filthy, naughty, deliciously depraved. Most of all, it made her feel like she was his, which made her deliriously happy.
She tightened her fingers around his shaft and began to tug him. “Tell me more,” she whispered.
“I wish I was in your tight little pussy right now. You get so wet and so hot, and you squeeze me so tight. I can’t even last long when I’m inside you. That’s how tight you are.”
His dirty talk drove her wild. It was true—he didn’t last long when he fucked her—but he never left her unsatisfied, and the fact that she could make him blow his load so easily always made her feel unbelievably sexy and desired. Besides, he was always up for rounds two and three, or even four, and he never needed long to recover.
“That feels so fuckin’ good, babe,” Dane said.
He grabbed a fistful of bed sheets, quietly moaning and gently thrusting into her hand, as she jerked him off. A glossy bead of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock. With each stroke, it grew in mass, until it was so heavy it rolled down his shaft and trickled down her fingers. Austen raised her hand to her mouth and touched her tongue to it.
“You tastesweet,” she told him, sucking his excitement off her knuckles.
