I tried not to push with my hips too much, but she was only taking about half of me, and I really wanted a little more. I put one hand on the back of her head, just to encourage her a bit, but she gagged and backed off.
“It’s all right, baby,” I said, trying to sound reassuring, “just try again.”
She nodded and sucked me in again, swirling her tongue around my cockhead.
“That’s it, baby…good girl…yeah…”
I took one of her hands and had her wrap it around the base so I could get a little more friction. I moved in and out of her mouth pretty slowly, just letting her get used to it as I reached down and slipped my hand into the top of her shirt and under her bra. I rubbed at her nipple as she kept sucking away.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned as I leaned my head back against the tiled wall. “Good job, baby…you’re a natural.”
I could see her eyes light up at that one, and she sucked a little harder. I looked down at her and saw her close her eyes like she was really concentrating.
“Look up at me, baby,” I told her, and she complied. “There ya go…good girl. Just like that. Fuck yeah…I’m gonna come, baby—you try to swallow it, okay?”
I didn’t wait for an answer but held onto her head as I thrust a little faster. I felt my balls tighten, and I groaned as I spurted into her mouth. She clenched her eyes shut but kept me in as I felt her swallowing around the head.
“Oh yeah…baby…so good! Keep it up now…get it all…yeah, that’s it.”
She obediently sucked on me until I went soft in her mouth. I pulled out and reached down to wipe a little cum off the side of her mouth before I helped her back to her feet.
“That was awesome, baby,” I told her. She smiled and blushed a little. I kissed the back of her hand and led her back out to the hallway and into the gym. It was getting late, and things were not quite as loud as they had been. There was a slow dance song playing, and when Lisa asked if I’d dance with her, I figured I at least owed her that. I took her out there and danced for about half the song before I told her I needed to head out.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Home,” I replied, rather deadpan. “I gotta train in the morning.”
I walked off, leaving her there on the dance floor. She’d done all right, but I’d had better, too. I didn’t want to piss her off because I could probably get her to do more later on, but I also didn’t want her clinging to me. I had to focus on my game.
Shakespeare coined the phrases “fair play” and “foul play.” Somehow, I was pretty well-versed at both.
Now how was anyone supposed to compete with that?
CHAPTER 2
FIRST TOUCH
My ears were still ringing a bit from the loud music when I walked through the front door of the largest house in the whole community. I turned around and shut the door slowly and softly before I locked it. Slipping my shoes off, I tiptoed toward the coat closet. Apparently, I didn’t need to worry about the noise—Dad was still awake and in the living room. I heard him get up out of his chair as soon as I hung my jacket and tried to mentally brace myself. He hadn’t been able to make the game due to some meeting. Maybe he hadn’t heard yet. I could be lucky sometimes, couldn’t I?
“What the fuck, Thomas? Red card?” I glanced up at his glaring blue eyes. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, and his thick, blond hair hung over his eyebrows as his eyes narrowed further.
Shit.
No luck here.
I was kind of hoping I’d at least make it until morning when I could be sure everything was taken care of before having to deal with Doctor Lou Malone, Chief of Surgery at Memorial Hospital and mayor of our little community. He didn’t really care if the shit I did was right or wrong, but I had gotten caught, and that just wasn’t supposed to happen. Ever. Forgiving was not exactly in his nature.
“Um…yeah,” I mumbled. “I took care of it.”
“I should fucking hope so,” Dad snapped. He stood up and walked into the foyer where I was depositing my soccer bag in its designated spot beneath my jacket. I held my breath. “You better not have any game suspensions.”
“I don’t think he got the chance,” I said. “I’ll look into it tomorrow.”
Without warning, he shoved me in the shoulder—hard. I spun around and tried to brace myself with my hands against the wall, but my head smacked against one of the coat hooks. I saw little white spots dancing in my eyes, and I squeezed them shut as I waited for another blow.
It didn’t come.
“I’ll fix it,” I said as I slowly opened my eyes but kept my gaze to the floor.