20. Operation Lucky Charm #3
“I know.” She doesn’t sound very convinced. “But I was thinking about possible ways to make it up to you. When you said that you wanted to take a nap, it hit me. Losing your good luck charm has made you tense. And I think I can help you with that.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Taryn nods. “Yeah. I could help you relax, and that will put you in a winning state of mind.”
“And how do you propose to do that?” I struggle to keep my voice steady as a number of filthy scenarios come to mind; but I don’t want to get my hopes up, so to speak, in case she doesn’t mean what I hope she does.
“I think we need to… release some of that tension. And I can see exactly where it’s converging.” Her hand moves from my chest down the expanse of my stomach.
Taryn’s touch is slow and teasing, but eventually her fingers reach the waistband of my shorts.
Her hand sneaks under the elastic band and finds my hard shaft.
A wave of pleasure pulses from my balls to the tip when she closes her fingers around the base of my erection.
“I like where this is going.” I bite out.
As I kiss her, my fingers lift the edge of her crop top. A groan escapes from me as I cup her tit.
Taryn breaks the kiss and wiggles away from my wandering hands.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, missing the weight of her tits in my hands.
“No. But this is about you, Tucker. I’m going to take care of what you need, and then we nap.”
The idea of whatever she wants to do to me makes my cock jump in her hand. “Are you sure? Making you feel good is one of my favorite things ever.”
Taryn slides down the mattress, kneeling by my hips. “Positive. I took away your lucky charm, so now you’re gonna get lucky. That’s the idea. And I love how generous you are, but I’ll make you a deal. If you win tonight, then you can return the favor. I’ll have earned it. What do you think?”
“I’m not gonna argue with you about getting lucky. And there’s no way I would ever turn down the chance to make my hot girlfriend come. You’ve got yourself a deal. I have to win tonight.”
Her smile lights up her whole face. “That’s the idea.”
“Baby,” my words rush out of me as she lowers her head. I want to say this before she has my cock in her mouth. “I love you.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but I’m not done. “I know we’ve only known each other for a couple of months, and I hope what I just said doesn’t scare you off. You don’t have to say anything back. I just want you to know how I feel about you.”
“I love you too, Tucker.” She says softly, “And I don’t care if it’s fast. I think I started falling for you the night we met on the pier. When you didn’t want me to kiss you just because I lost a bet. Just know that I wanted to kiss you then, like I want to kiss you every day.”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “How did I get so lucky?”
Taryn’s smile widens. “Lucky is just what we’re aiming for.”
Then her tongue darts out to circle my crown. My cock jumps, hardening even more for her.
She closes her mouth over the head, sucking gently, and my breath hitches in my throat.
My first instinct would be to close my eyes, but I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to watch her while she takes my cock into her mouth, even though I know the sight of her lips stretched over my shaft will accelerate my downfall.
Taryn’s hot mouth travels up and down my shaft. She takes me in deeper with every breath, and I soon feel the back of her throat.
If her mouth wasn’t close to my idea of perfection, Taryn pumps the base of my cock, tugging her closed fist in sync with every lick of her tongue over my underside.
Every time she comes up, she swirls her tongue around my cockhead. It’s perfect. Not too fast and with just the right pressure to bring me close to the edge quicker than I’ve ever experienced.
“Baby,” I can hear the raw need in my own voice. The pleasure so intense that it’s almost too much. “I’m so fucking close. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth…”
Her eyes widen and she continues to suck and lick to signal that she’s ok with that.
My shaft gets harder as pleasure starts tingling at the base of my spine; the muscles in my lower stomach jump as they tense with anticipation. Taryn cups my balls, massaging them gently with her free hand, and that’s what makes me explode.
She keeps working me as I spill inside her mouth until I’ve given her every last drop.
“Jesus.” I crash against my pillows, closing my eyes for just a second.
I open them again just in time to see Taryn catch a drop of cum that’s slipped out on the edge of her mouth with the tip of her finger.
Despite the mind blowing orgasm, my cock pulses with an aftershock of pleasure when she licks her finger clean.
“Come here, baby.”
She doesn’t make me ask twice. Taryn nestles into my open arms, her head resting in the crook of my neck. “If that doesn’t make me lucky,” I murmur, dragging the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “I don’t know what will.”
Her smile is sweet, her gaze a little hazy.
I can feel her heart beating fast next to mine, her nipples poking through the spandex of her crop top and the sports bra I know she has underneath. I bet if I snuck my hand into her panties, I’d find her soaking wet. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of you?”
“A deal is a deal. This was about you, remember? Win tonight’s game and then I’ll have my time. Now let’s take that nap.”
I drag the light comforter over our bodies, and we settle down with my arms around her and our legs tangled together.
My body is relaxed, and my heart is full. Sleep begins to make me drift away, but one last coherent thought comes to my mind. “You know, baby, if we win tonight, this will qualify as a lucky nap. You might have to come to my room before every home game.”
Taryn lets out a sleepy giggle. “That was the idea. If you win tonight, this is your new lucky routine. A lucky bj followed by a nap with your girlfriend.”
That night we obliterate Seattle. Mack scores two goals, and Colsen seals our opponents’ fate with one of the fastest slapshots I’ve ever seen in the third period. Nash has a great game too, providing two assists and helping me keep my goal impenetrable.
I might have lost my lucky pants, but spending the afternoon with Taryn is my new lucky charm. The plan to have her in my arms again tonight if we won might have been the incentive I needed to take my game to the next level and secure a shutout W.
I might never admit this, but deep down, I don’t miss my lucky pants. They might have helped us secure many victories, but boy, did they stink.