Playing Dirty- Part 1
“Deeper, Alaric…I want you to go deeper. I want to feel your cock up in my throat,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back.
Alaric obliged her, driving his length into her with a grunt, feeling the slick heat of her pussy clamp around him like a vise.
She was tight, wet, and every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine, his balls tightening with each deep plunge.
Her back arched, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as he slammed in and out, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the dim room.
He could feel himself cumming and with a rough thrust he yanked himself out.
He slapped two fingers against her sensitive core, making her jolt. Then he slowly eased two fingers into her, curling them, rubbing that spot inside her that made her arch her back. Her juices coated his hand. She was wet and willing.
“Oh yes, right there.” she murmured, her eyes glassy.
Turning her unto her back so her head was hanging from the bed. She opened her mouth wide, tongue extended, and he fed himself into her inch by inch. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, hot and wet, and she took him all the way down until his balls pressed against her chin.
She grabbed his legs to steady herself, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked him deep.
He groaned.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Moans vibrated around his shaft, sending shivers up his cock as she sucked harder, her saliva slicking his length. Alaric felt the pressure building, his hips jerking as he neared the edge.
With a sudden, desperate pull, he slipped his cock from her mouth and came all over her face. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum splashing across her lips, her cheeks, her tongue. Her mouth opened wide, catching as much as she could, swallowing greedily, her eyes glazed with lust and satisfaction.
Alaric was spent.
His legs trembled as he collapsed beside her. He leaned in, sucking hard on her nipples, feeling them pebble under his tongue as she continued to grind her hips against his thigh, seeking more friction.
Her moans grew deeper, throaty, a constant soundtrack that seemed to vibrate through the room. After a moment, she rose, her body still humming with need.
She straddled his still-hard cock, her pussy stretching obscenely around his girth. She winced at first, then began to ride, bouncing up and down with fierce abandon, her breasts jiggling, her moans rising with each thrust.
Alaric lay on his back, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her rhythm as he watched her face contort in pleasure, his own cock throbbing in time with her movements.
They fell into a frantic pace, sweat slicking their skin, the scent of sex and musk thickening the air.
They fucked until their bodies shook with exhaustion and they finally collapsed in a tangled heap.
…
The next morning, Alaric’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He groaned, blinking against the harsh light, and snatched it up.
Fuck.
Game day. He was supposed to be at the ice rink thirty minutes ago.
He cursed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and scrambling to pull on his clothes, his mind still hazy from the night’s debauchery.
The girl was gone.
It was all for the better because he had no idea who she was… not even her name. He had picked her up at the bar last night and she had said she was just in town for a bit, that was all he knew.
Alaric burst through the doors, his breath coming in short puffs. His team was already warming up on the ice. He spotted his assistant coach, who shot him a look of pure disbelief. He had arrived at the just as the whistle blew, slipping into the bench with a muttered apology.
“Sorry, I am late, guys.” Alaric said, his voice rough. “Lost track of time.”
The game kicked off, and despite his lingering fatigue, Alaric found his focus sharpening as he shouted directions, his eyes tracking the puck, his adrenaline pushing the haze aside.
His team played hard, and when the final buzzer sounded, they had secured a win.
The boys flooded the rink, slapping sticks, laughing, already talking about where to celebrate later.
The principal of the school walked up to the boys and to Alaric.
“Congratulations on the win,” he said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Your team played outstanding today.”
As Alaric turned to thank him, his gaze swept past the head of school and landed on the woman standing just inside the doorway, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes bright and a hint of mischief in her smile.
It was her!
The girl from last night who had ridden his shaft and swallowed his cum so eagerly.
What the fuck was she doing here? What did she want?
The principal’s eyes followed Alaric’s gaze until they settled on the woman too.
The girl approached while Alaric remained frozen, his heart thumping wildly in his chest.
“Ahh,” The principal smiled. “Everyone, this is my daughter, Elise.” He said, gesturing to the girl.
“She just transferred from her school and will be going here henceforth and she is a huge fan of the game and she also plays if you believe it” He chuckled.
Alaric did not join him.
In fact, nothing was funny to him at the moment. His mind was a white noise of panic and he could barely hear what the principal was saying.
“Elise? Meet coach Alaric, he is the best there is out there and I am sure he would give you whatever lessons you need.”
“Nice to meet you, Coach,” she said. “I cannot wait to get those lessons from you.”
The room seemed to spin around Alaric as he took the hand she offered.
He forced a smile on his face.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Elise."
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Alaric."
