48. Lance
forty-eight
Lance
Present
“Lance,” Gwen hisses as I tug her down the hallway that leads to the locker room. “What are you doing?”
She knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Making good on my promise.”
Cheeks flushed pink, she giggles as I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
I promised to make her come with my mouth before my game, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. The idea of having the taste of her pussy on my tongue while I play makes me so fucking hard I’m probably going to come in my damn pants again. This woman, my wife, drives me fucking crazy with lust.
I stop outside the door I’ve seen Cam use for personal time with his wife countless times. Now it’s my turn.
As the last of my teammates disappear out of sight, I push open the door and pull Gwen inside the darkened room. I flick on the overhead light and slam the door shut, flipping the lock.
Sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by wall-to-wall storage shelves containing supplies used by the physical therapy team, is a black massage table.
Fucking perfect.
I reach for Gwen, tugging her to my chest.
She places her hands on my shoulders. “You don’t have to do this. I can wait until we get home.”
“When I make you a promise, you can guarantee I’m going to keep it,” I growl.
My mouth claims hers in a hard and hungry kiss. The taste of strawberries and her own special sweetness on my tastebuds has my cock springing to attention, pressing against my zipper, ready to burst free from its confines and into its rightful home. Inside her tight, wet heat.
Gwen’s fingers dig into the top of my shoulders as I devour her, my tongue plundering her mouth. She lifts her leg, grazing my hip with her knee, and arches her back. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric separating us as she grinds against my cock.
Sexy little moans vibrate in the back of her throat as I grip her thigh.
I want to fuck her so badly my cock weeps in my boxers.
My hands slide under the skirt of Gwen’s dress toward her center. I graze my knuckles over her soaked and swollen lips.
She whimpers into my mouth as I grip the small strip of her panties and push them to the side, slowly pushing my middle finger into her tight core. After a few strokes, I add my index finger, scissoring them, working her tight channel open.
“Lance,” she cries, throwing her head back as I curl my finger forward.
“Shh,” I scold her as my fingers find the spot deep inside her. The spot that makes her come like a shot. Fast and furious. She whimpers again. “I know, baby. I promise I’m going to make the ache go away.”
Her pussy clamps around my thick digits, alerting me to her impending orgasm, and I back off, letting her panties snap back into place.
My dick screams in frustration as I step back.
Gwen’s eyes fly open in time to watch me bring my wet fingers to my mouth and suck her sweet juices off them with an approving moan. “My wife tastes so fucking good.”
Those mischievous aqua eyes of hers land on my cock for a brief second. The greedy bastard jerks at the attention.
“Panties off,” I growl as I hold out my hand.
With a smirk, Gwen slips her hands under her skirt and slides her panties down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles. She unhooks one foot and lifts the other into the air, her lacy panties dangling around her ankle. “I believe these are for you.”
Tease.
I reach for the small scrap of lace, and in a seductive move of my own, I bring the fabric to my nose and inhale, breathing in her heady scent. “You smell good too.”
She rubs her thighs together.
“Open,” I demand, balling her panties in my hands.
Gwen visibly swallows but complies with a nod. I shove her wet panties into her mouth, then close her mouth.
“I need you to be a good little wife and keep the sexy noises you make when you come quiet while I fuck your pussy with my tongue.”
She nods her compliance again.
I grip her behind the thighs and place her on the massage table, push her dress up to her waist, then fall to my knees.
My goddess to worship.
Spreading her legs wide, I place her feet on my shoulders and take in the beautiful sight before me. “Such a pretty pussy. So perfect. Pink and soaked. Ready for me to eat.”
With a moan, Gwen falls back onto her elbows, her aqua gaze never leaving mine as I kiss the sexy straps of her sandals that wrap around her ankles before making my way up each thigh.
Lust burns in the mesmerizing depths of her irises as I lean forward, stick my tongue out, and swipe a long lick from the bottom to the top of her pussy, to her clit, swirling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I work her pussy with my mouth like a man starved. Her panty-muffled moans fill the air as I bury my face into her cunt and smear her cum all over my nose and chin.
Her fingers dig into my hair, tugging at the strands as I spear my tongue into her tight pussy, lapping at her cum, running my tongue through every crevice and over every fold, sucking them into my mouth.
Gwen’s legs clench, shaking with pleasure. Her pussy swells under my tongue and her hips buck, searching for relief.
As much as I want to take my time eating her out, I don’t want to get caught. Gwen works here, and even though her father has given us his approval, I never want to hurt her career or undermine her credibility with colleagues.
But I also want every motherfucker in the locker room to see us walk out of this closet together and know she’s mine.
Turning my attention to her clit, I take the swollen bud between my lips and flick my tongue over the nub as fast as I can.
Gwen cries out, yanking my hair so hard it stings my scalp and squeezing my head between her knees until her body bows, freezing in the air, as she shatters.
Her orgasm crashes through her, and her clit pulses beneath my tongue.
I suck and lick her through her climax until her body falls limp to the table, her knees fall open, and her hands fall away from my hair, releasing me from her tight grip.
When she’s all wrung out, I turn my attention to her inner thigh and nip at the flesh, sucking until I leave a mark, before releasing her. I pull her dress over her knees and stand between her legs.
She’s stunning, lying before me sated and flushed, with her eyes closed and her chest heaving as she catches her breath. I pull the white fabric from her mouth and tuck it into my pocket for later.
“Holy shit, Lance, that was intense,” she pants.
Leaning over her body, I brace my elbows on the table beside her head and kiss her. She hums, tasting her sweet arousal as her tongue meets mine.
Palm on my chest, she pushes me away and sits up. “My turn.”
Cum weeps from my tip as she reaches for the button on my slacks. “Fuck, Gwen. Wait.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head, tugging my zipper down. “Pants down, Taylor.”
“You do not have to do this.” My words contradict the situation going on in my pants. But I don’t stop her from pushing my pants and boxers over my hips, freeing my dick.
“I know I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to.” Gwen kisses my chin as she takes my cock in her warm palm and strokes me from root to tip. She lowers her voice, all seductive-like, and whispers, “But I want to. I want to know it’s my lipstick and saliva covering your cock while you play.”
The possession in her raspy voice, the thought of her essence covering me as I play, has my body vibrating with desire, every cell fueled and ready to burst at the seams.
“Witch,” I hiss, my balls tightening in pleasure as Gwen continues to jerk me off.
Eyes on mine, she lowers to the ground. “Your witch.”
My witch.
Her admission breaks my resolve. I am completely under her spell, and if she wants to mark me like I mark her … Fuck it.
“Wait.” I catch her arm, forcing her to stand, then reach for a folded towel on the shelf and toss it onto the floor at my feet. “Now you can finish what you started.”
Gwen smirks, slowly sinking to her knees as she grips the base of my cock, pointing the tip at her mouth, then kisses it. “Thank you.”
“For?” I choke, trying not to blow my load too soon.
“For being my dirty knight and giving me everything I need.” Her tongue swirls my tip. “For supporting me.” She laps at the precum pool at the slit. “For making me happy.” She licks the bulging vein that runs up the side of my shaft. “For loving me.”
My cock jerks in her palm, begging for more, as I reach out and thread my fingers through her silky, curly hair. “I’d do anything for you, Wife.”
She places my tip on her bottom lip. My eyeballs almost roll into the back of my head as her hot breath fans across my sensitive flesh. “I’d do anything for you too. Husband.”
Husband.
The word crashes through my chest, burying itself deep inside. It’s devotion and desire.
It’s pure fucking love.
Every thought disappears as her lips wrap around my cock and she pulls me into her wet mouth. Her velvety-wet tongue massages the bottom of my dick as she bobs her head, taking me to the back of her throat with every pass, swallowing me deep.
I’m so done.
“Fucking hell, your mouth is magic.”
She pulls off my cock with a pop. “Uh-uh. No talking. Think you can manage?”
I grip her hair, gently giving it a tug. “I’ll manage. But you’re going to pay for this little stunt tonight.”
Gwen squirms, rubbing her knees together. “I look forward to my punishment.”
Without another word, she sucks my tip back into her mouth, slurping and licking my cock with each pass through her lips.
One hand on my ass, one on my shaft, my wife bends me to her will, working her mouth in tandem with her fist over my cock. She has me on the edge of my climax in seconds.
Trying to hold out is an exercise in futility, so I give in, letting my impending orgasm flow through me. Letting my wife take whatever she wants.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I grunt, warning her.
Gwen only sucks me off harder. Faster. Hollowing her cheeks, tongue flicking the underside of my head. This sight of her spit covering my shaft, dripping down my balls, sends a wave of possession through me. She’s mine, and I’m hers.
That thought is all it takes.
My spine tingles, and my balls constrict tightly as I explode.
I extend my free hand to grasp onto the shelving for balance as my knees buckle and white dots blur my vision.
Cum shoots out of my tip and down Gwen’s throat in thick, hot spurts, and because she’s a fucking queen, my woman swallows every single drop.
As my vision returns, I glance down to find Gwen watching me, her aqua eyes burning with lust.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. On your knees. My cock filling your mouth. My cum in your stomach.”
She smirks, proud of herself, as I shift my hips back and my cock falls from her mouth. I reach out, gripping her under her armpits and pulling her up. She wraps her arms and legs around my body, and I slide my hands down to grip her as I crash my mouth into hers in a rough kiss.
Refractory time isn’t a thing when it comes to Gwen, because one taste of my cum on her tongue has me hard again.
We break apart, foreheads touching as we catch our breaths. The tip of my dick brushes through her wet slit, making her gasp. “Oh my god, Lance, how are you hard again?”
I brush the curl clinging to her sweaty forehead behind her ear. “I’m hard because my wife turns me the fuck on.”
Gwen giggles, and the sound is a direct line to my dick.
“Do you think we have time?” she asks, biting her lip.
“I’ll make time.” I notch my broad cockhead at her entrance. “Now slide your tight pussy down my fat cock.”
A loud bang on the door startles us, and Gwen rears back in fear.
“Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds, but Coach is on a terror looking for you, Taylor,” Cam’s muffled voice travels through the door.
I groan as Gwen chuckles, hollering back, “We’ll be out in a second.”
“A second?” I arch a brown at her. “My cock is resting against your pussy, and I’m ready to fucking go.”
“After,” she says, unlocking her legs from around my waist and placing them on the floor. My dick screams in protest. “You have a game to win first. Then I’ll let you do whatever you want to me tonight at home.”
“Saying shit like that doesn’t help my situation.”
“Sorry, Mr. Taylor.” She fake pouts.
“Witch,” I tease, shaking my head at her as I tuck my hard dick into my slacks.
Smothered voices and shouts seep into our bubble.
“Better hurry.”
“Coach can wait. First …” I get on one knee and pull her panties from my pocket, holding them out for her.
“My knight in shining armor,” she giggles.
Placing her hands on my shoulders, she steps into the lacy fabric. I slide them up her legs and over hips, back into their rightful place. For now.
I stand, cupping her cheeks in my palms, tilting her head back. “I love you, Gwen.”
The smile that spreads across her face makes my chest ache, tight and full, but it’s her words that fill me with unbridled joy. “I love you, Lance.”
Those three little words were never tangible until now.
Not until I felt them on her lips and tasted them on her tongue.
Gwen is my home. My wife. My love.
My everything.