My Curvy Puck (Locker Room 1)

I take one last look at my bedroom and an excited jump makes me spin and hurry to collect the girl I’ve wanted to do this with for years.

“Are you ready?” I call out.

Hazel’s bright face turns from my lounge. She’s gripping a glass of red wine, and to my surprise, she’s barely touched it. I step across and pick up the bottle, studying the nearly full contents and raising my brows to Hazel.

“I want to remember it…” Hazel shrugs, answering my questioning frown.

I smile and nod, and after placing the bottle back down, I hold my hand out, inviting Hazel to link up with me.

“Come on,” I say. “It’s ready.”

Hazel’s hand clutches mine and I lead her down the hallway. My legs feel like jelly, and when we reach my bedroom door, I step back and allow Hazel to push the door open. Nerves streak through my body. I’m well known for holding my nerve on the ice. But right now… my hands are shaking like I’m about to be smashed by a pair of seven-foot tall defensive backs.

I’ve never done anything like this before. I scrounged the candles together from the bottom drawer in the kitchen. I’d used them in a blackout once before. The rose petals? A stop at the gas station on the way wasn’t a complete waste after all, was it?

Please like it. Please like it. Please like it.

I won’t lie. I’m packing it.

But the sight of the bedspread glowing under candlelight has Hazel twirling into my arms, her mouth attached on mine the second she catches sight of the scene I’ve set.

“Noah…” Her lips push onto mine and I pull her in tight. “Oh my god… You did this just now? For me?” Another scattering of wild kisses tingles my cheeks. “I love it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!”

Hazel is on her tiptoes, her arms pulling around my neck, so I’m forced to kiss her. But that’s no issue. I devour her, inviting her to part her lips with a swipe of my tongue. She opens wide, permitting entry and our breath intensifies.

“Wait…” I say, pulling back for a second. “There’s one more surprise…”

“What?” Hazel kisses my neck, and her hands are gliding down underneath my shirt.

“Go and get comfy on the bed,” I say, breathless already. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Hazel frowns, but I push her backwards, guiding her to crash down on top of the rose petals. Dozens of petals shift around her falling body and I step backwards. I watch Hazel every step of the way until I’m in my bathroom, closing the door so she can no longer see me.

I change quickly. Stripping down and then dressing again. I adjust my new outfit as fast as I can. My cock is already firm, and the black g-string I’ve just thrown on isn’t permitting much room to move. I grab the bottle of oil I had hidden away in the bathroom and slide the door open again.

“Good evening, Miss,” I say, deepening my voice. “Are you the fine lady who ordered a massage?”

Hazel giggles, her mouth gaping at my new outfit. Her eyes lap up every inch of my exposed skin, making my cock rise higher as it throbs and twitches. When I throw the oil bottle up in the air and fail to catch it, she’s laughing so loudly that my heart drifts across the room and attaches to her, never to leave again.

Chuckling, I move across, grabbing the massage oil from the floor as I do. The feeling of my hardness pressing against the silky fabric of my g-string is turning me on even more. I tap the edge of the bed, inviting Hazel across. She crawls over, her crystal blue eyes drinking in my bare chest. I flex hard, liking the way she’s licking her lips as her hungry gaze crawls over my abdomen. A warm hand drapes across my toned midsection, sending a blistering warmth through my body. I gently pull at her shirt, lifting it over her head to reveal a deep red bra.

“Turn around,” I whisper, craning into the crook of her neck and sucking gently.

With a quick press of the hook, her bra comes loose. She turns back and I gasp at the sight of her generous curves. I crouch down at the edge of the bed, and she shuffles forward, allowing me to draw a nipple in my mouth.

“Oh… ” Hazel moans the second my tongue touches her.

I remind myself to take it slow. This is her first time. I can’t rush this. But with the way she’s enjoying herself already, I don’t think I’m going to have any trouble easing her in.

Her peaks are stiff in my mouth, and I drop to oil bottle to the floor and cup the other breast. “Oh, fuck… Your tits are perfect.” I groan, swiping my tongue across her delicious nipples. I pull her up, undoing her jeans and sliding them down before lowering her back to the edge of the bed. “And your legs… Oh God, how long I’ve wanted to see between these gorgeous thighs…”

My hands guide her legs apart. She’s laid back on the bed, her arms laying either side of her head as she relaxes in the ambient light of the flickering candles. I wonder whether I should have added music to the scene, but when I see the moisture flowing beneath the wet fabric of Hazel’s moist panties, the thought disappears instantly.

“I want to taste you…” I say, leaning up on my knees. My cock throbs and it’s all I can do not to reach down and rub it. “Lift your hips for me, baby…”

I slide Hazel’s panties off and my insides burst with anticipation. “Oh, yes… Yes, Hazel. Gorgeous, beautiful Hazel…” I can’t stop staring at her glowing pussy. She stays quiet. This is new to her, and I remember how shy I was about being vocal in the bedroom. “Relax, sweetheart… Let me take care of this for you.”

Gently, I rub the tip of my finger against the swollen hood of her clit. She’s wet. So wet, it’s dripping. A murmur of pleasure whimpers from above me, and I wet my lips. “I’m going to taste you…” There’s a moan of permission and I refuse to waste another second.

A growl leaves the back of my throat, my eyes drink in Hazel’s soaking pussy. My mouth is on fire, demanding me to dive in headfirst – literally. But I will myself to ease forward smoothly. Slowly. Her legs quiver, and as my tongue touches her, her hips lift from the bed, and I see her hands grip the fresh white sheets with a scrunched fist.

“Ohhhhhh…” Hazel’s moaning and struggling to keep her hips grounded. Her hand grips my hair and I press my tongue firmly against her clit, circling with each hard grip she tugs on my hair. “Oh, fuck… Yes… Oh, God.”

I work my tongue faster, lowering to her entrance and dive as far as my tongue will go. My hands work the insides of her thighs as I explore her pussy, nipping and nudging with my mouth. I don’t have to do much before Hazel’s fully relaxed, and that’s when I work a finger inside her.

“You’re so fucking tight…”

I know she’s a virgin… But fuck me. She’s tight. Really tight. So tight that my index finger works slowly inside her, guided only by her body language. I tease her with my tongue, lapping her clit as I push my finger deeper, her opening allowing me slowly further inside. I feel her tensing and I know she’s going into the promised land.

Has she ever orgasmed before?

“Oh… Shit! Oh, that feels good…” Her words, mixed between deep moans, echo off the wall of my bedroom. Boy am I fucking happy this isn’t that pitiful hotel room. “Noah… Noah… Yes!”

A smirk meets my lips. This woman is loving my touch and it spurs me on to work harder. Hazel’s hips are grinding my finger, and when she leans up on her elbows, eyeballing me from above, I know she’s there.

“Yes! Yes! OHHHH!!!”

Hazel collapses backwards, her head crashing to the bed with a thud. She’s stopped breathing and her body is twisting on the bed. My finger feels like the circulation is cut off. Her entire body contracts and I can almost see the waves of pleasure riding down through her body, starting at her eyes and escaping around the tightness of my finger.

I ease her back from the orgasm, rising to my feet when I know she’s finished.

“Roll over,” I say, twirling my wet finger in the air. I squeeze oil into my hands and once Hazel’s settled at the top of the bed, her face resting in the soft pillows and her bare round ass towards the ceiling, I jump up and swing one leg over her, so I’m straddling her in a backwards way. I squeeze more oil over her bare back, and when she’s glossy and slippery, I toss the bottle aside and warm my hands. “Just relax and close your eyes, baby…”