Related: I’m probably not supposed to be turned on by this angle of Tyler’s anatomy, but I can’t look at his package at all without hoping we make it back to the bedroom before my morning dates.
Appointments.
Not dates.
Appointments.
“We’ll go wait in the living room,” Connor offers.
Mist is raining down on me. I’m hiding my boobs with my thighs and my vagina with my hands and ankles, which might not be all that effective.
Plus, Tyler’s giving them a full frontal through the foggy glass, but then, they’re probably naked together all the time.
And now it’s getting very hot in here as I contemplate an entire team of naked Thrusters.
Not that it’s not already hot.
Hello, Tyler’s ass. I really could bounce a quarter off his cheeks.
“Leave,” he says to our unexpected bathroom guests.
“But breakfast,” Connor replies.
“And bunnies,” Rooster adds.
Tyler makes one of those growly noises that has me getting damp between my legs again, and not because we’re in the shower and I’m sitting in a puddle. “Drop the keys on your way out. Why do you even have keys to my place? I don’t have keys to my place.”
“Fourth of July?” Connor says.
“We’re keeping the keys,” Rooster announces. “Might need us to rescue you from the demon cat one day. Or to have that threesome.”
“Out!”
“C’mon, Jaeggy,” Connor says. “It’s not like you ever have women here. We didn’t know you meant she moved into your bedroom. We just wanted breakfast.”
The door shuts, but neither of us moves.
At least, not for a minute.
I do take the opportunity to give Tyler’s ass a test squeeze.
Kinda want to bite it, if I’m being honest. I think I could from this angle.
He turns, and hello, Tyler’s penis.
It really is lovely. And it’s growing before my eyes.
“Muffy—”
His voice is strangled like me looking at him is making it hard for him to stand up. I wrap one hand around his thickening cock and stroke it, my other hand cupping his balls, and he makes a noise that might be a fuck, but it’s not fully intelligible.
He’s literally growing in my hand, and it’s making my pussy throb.
“Time—skate—go—” he grunts.
Yeah, and I have things to do too.
But I don’t want to do things.
I want to lick him.
So I do.
I’ve watched movies. I’ve seen GIFs. I know how blow jobs are supposed to go. But it’s not like I’ve ever practiced.
Stick a guy’s dick in my mouth?
Gross. No.
Suck on Tyler’s magnificent cock?
Yes, please.
I wrap my lips around his head and flick my tongue over his salty tip, and he makes one of those delicious noises again.
My breasts are tingling. My over-exerted vagina is complaining she’s empty.
“You don’t have to—” he starts, and I silence him by sucking him deeper into my mouth while mist swirls around us and the spray off the shower dusts us.
It’s a little awkward at first, but he’s making all the right fuck, that’s good noises, wrapping one hand in my hair, which can’t be easy since it’s all slicked up with conditioner, but Tyler Jaeger is an achiever.
I want to be an achiever too.
I want to give him the best blow job of his life.
I’m bobbing on his cock, sucking and licking, and it’s turning me on so much that I’m spreading my own legs a little as I go up on my knees, stroking myself too.
I don’t care if Rooster and Connor come back in and find us like this.
I don’t care if they’re still right outside the door and can hear us.
All I care about is getting Tyler off with my mouth.
But the idea of having an audience?
I jerk my fingers faster inside of myself while I squeeze his balls and take him as deep as he can go without me gagging.
“Fuck, Muffy,” he gasps. “Feels so good.”
He’s pumping his hips into my mouth like he can’t stop himself.
Like I drive him wild.
And I love it.
I love every bit of this in ways I never thought I could.
I hit my clit as I suck harder on his dick, and suddenly I’m coming all over my fingers while he groans my name and strains into my mouth, his thighs quaking. “Muffy, I’m there. I’m—”
He wrenches himself out of my mouth, hauls me up by my armpits, and he kisses me, a punishing, bruising, delicious kiss, while his cock pulses and spasms against my stomach, a groan emanating deep in his throat.
This.
This is trouble.
It’s terrifying.
And it’s also completely thrilling.
It’s a relationship.
And despite my better judgment, I’m all in.
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I’m suiting up for practice, my brain short-circuiting and refusing to remember the name of this sport I play because it’s stuck back in my apartment with Muffy.
In the shower.
Her mouth on my cock while she got herself off.
I don’t think a woman has ever masturbated in front of me before, and when I get home tonight, I’m asking her to do it again.
I want to watch her touch herself.
I want to watch her go breathless and mindless, those gorgeous lips parted, her eyes unfocused, her hair wild, her legs spread, her—
“Jaeger.”
I blink.
Fuck.
Nick Murphy’s in my face.
He’s not just standing in front of the bench while I strap on my pads. He’s bent down, in my face so that I can see every last pore in his skin and that nose hair that he missed when he was trimming.
He’s scowling. “Are you fucking my wife’s cousin?”
I stand up so we’re eye-to-eye. He’s already in his goaltender chest protector, which makes him look six feet wider than he really is, and it’ll hurt if I punch him there, but if he thinks he can intimidate me, he has the brains of a goat. “I’m dating my girlfriend.”
“Do you even know how to date a woman?”
“Did you?”
Frey and Lavoie both snort with laughter.
“Oh, snap, Murphy,” Klein calls. “Jaeggy got you there.”
Nick pokes me in the chest. “I hope you fuck up. Kami’s approved saving all of Sugarbear and Tooter’s poop to serve to you inside your next hamburger if you so much as make one of her eyebrows twitch wrong.”
“Gonna have to nix that one, Murph-meister,” Rooster announces. “Friends don’t let friends eat cow shit.”
“They’re dogs,” Murphy reminds the room at large.
Then he does something completely unexpected.
He grins and rubs my head. “Just messing with you. Anyone brave enough to date Muffy has to deal with her mother. I can’t top that kind of torture.”
Ares glances over at us. His gaze drops to my crotch, then back to my face, brows up like he’s asking did it work?
“What are you, my mother?” I ask him.
He smirks.
Can’t tell you the last time I blushed in the dressing room, but I think I’m blushing now.