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I reached for his cock, wrapped my hand around his shaft, and held it a bit tighter than what was possibly comfortable.
Reece winced slightly and tried to cover it with a cough, but Denton noticed anyway.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yes, sure,” Reece replied. “Just… a random sharp pain in my, uh… side. I probably overdid it tonight, is all.”
I looked up just in time to see Reece looking down at me, giving me a warning look. He shouldn’t have done that. Telling me not to do something only made me want to do it even more.
So, with a mischievous grin on my face, I loosened my hand and stroked it up his cock. I sat down on my knees withas little movement as possible and started to slowly move my hand up and down his dick. Reece shifted slightly, but he tried not to move too much so it wouldn’t attract any attention.
“Coach was too scared to take you off the ice,” someone else said, the voice much deeper than Denton’s. “He was sure we’d lose if he took you off for too long.”
“He would’ve been right,” Reece answered, sounding much more strained this time.
We’d never done something like this before. Okay, that was a lie. We’d had sex in plenty of public spaces, but never with people in the same room as us. I’d also never touched Reece with someone else around. It always seemed weird, but right now, even if I wanted to stop, I wasn’t sure I could’ve brought myself to do it.
The shower on my right turned on, as did the one on the left side of me a moment later. I wasn’t sure what I thought happened in the men’s shower room, but I expected less chatter. These guys weretalking.
Someone else then decided to talk to my fiancé, but that didn’t stop me from taking the tip of his cock into my mouth.
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Iwas going to die.
If my performance out on the ice wasn’t going to bite me in the ass in a few moments, I was almost sure my fiancée would.
“Do you guys remember that time we drove down to NYU and snuck into their locker room?” someone on the team asked. I was a tad too busy to care which one of the guys was talking.
“When we stole the cap’s ‘lucky socks’?” Denton, in the shower beside mine, laughed. “We killed them on the ice that following weekend.”
Brooke held my dick firmly in her hand as I could feel her tongue swirl around the tip.
My breath spiraled right out of my lungs, and it took everything inside of me not to look down. If I made any sudden moves, my teammates would’ve known something was up, and that certainly couldn’t have happened.
“Did any of you see who broke my stick?” someone asked. “Three hundred dollars down the fucking drain. And it was a new one, too. I want that guy to pay me back.”
Don’t look down.
Brooke moved her hand, dragging it up and down the length of me slowly.
Don’t look down.
She slid her thumb over my tip, gliding it along the slit.
There was nothing sweet or delicate about the way she jerked me off, rushed movements, torturous pauses after every other stroke to tease me.
“I think it was Anderson,” someone replied.
My lungs were burning with the need to breathe, but I couldn’t. I had to stay focused and remember not to move or let any sound get past my lips, there was no time for breathing.
It got even worse when her lips closed around my tip, and I let my head fall forward onto my arms, almost biting myself to keep me from letting out a tortured groan.
“Guys, did you hear that Estrada quit hockey?” Denton asked, laughing to himself.
Her hand worked me over as she kept licking the tip of my cock, driving me insane.
