Practice 4:30. Don’t be late.
Why the hell was I listening to him? Why the hell was I actually rushing over to make it to practice this morning?
He’d left me in a state of horniness two nights ago that was unmatched. And dare I say he completely avoided me for the rest of the time at the party. How? How was he able to stay away? I was practically gravitating towards him, it was Kelly, Kelly my ride or die, bless her soul who had to yank me away from getting on my knees in front of him.
What can I say? I’m weak. I am. I just wanted him to finish what he started.
But more alcohol and dancing had gotten my mind off of him. Yesterday I was sick in bed recovering, remembering why I wasn’t such a heavy drinker in the first place. Alcohol was not my friend. No matter if I threw up before bed or drank 3 bottles of water.
And today, I had barely woken up. Was about to switch off my 4:15 alarm when I saw his text. He hadn’t texted me since the party but I saw this morning text.
Practice 4:30. Don’t be late.
It had actually woken me up. My ass actually got up in a hurry. And here I was literally running through the doors of the ice rink. Breathing hard as I leaned against the wall.
Gunnar smoothly slid over. His eyes narrowed at me. “You’re late.”
I sighed heavily and looked down at my Apple Watch. “It’s 4:36.”
“That’s late.”
I threw my hands up. “We didn’t agree to a time prior to this.” I complained. “I almost didn’t even see your text.”
“Oh I am sorry.” He replied in the most not sorry voice ever. “I didn’t know you were regressing to being pathetic.”
My mouth dropped open in disbelief.
“Lace up.” He ordered as he skated backwards. “I’ll run some hockey drills with you. Get you faster on the ice.”
I pouted but sat on the floor, quickly taking my slides off. There were so many things going through my head that I wanted to say…but the inner part of me knew he wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t and that irritated me. Who made him my self proclaimed coach huh?
**
I gasped and slid to a full stop. My heart was beating so much, I could feel it trying to jump out my chest. I was drenched in sweat and my legs were twitching.
Gunnar slid up to me and I shook my head, arms out as I leaned against the wall for support as I tried to catch my breath.
“I can’t…” I swallowed hard and panted for air.
He chuckled and skated closer. “Don’t be late tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned my head back. He took my hand and pulled me. I protested even though I moved with him. “Seriously Gunnar, I can’t even breathe. My legs—-“
“I know, lets go to the bench.” He said leading me. “The faster you are, the more momentum you build. That shouldn’t be anything new to you. Especially not as a figure skater.”
I followed him quietly as I watched his back.
“Anything happen to slow you down, or make you scared of the ice?”
We got to the bench and I saw without answering him as he picked up his water bottle.
“I’m not scared of the ice.” I repeated.
“Yes you are.” He said extending the bottle to me. “When did you start becoming too scared to fall?”
I lifted my eyes up to him, and then looked away to the side, taking his water bottle and drinking slowly.
He sat down next to me and unlaced his skates calmly.
I looked away from him as I took a couple deep breaths, trying to stop my pounding heart. It was no longer from the drills, but from the memory. From the panic in her eyes as she realized her misstep. From the blood that poured from her head, her eyes still opened. Still looking, mouth twitching.
“Coach!”
I looked down, dragged away from the memory to Gunnar knelt down in front of me. Unlacing my skates for me. He pulled it off and went to the other foot. Unlacing and taking off. He lifted my foot and my lips parted as he rotated my ankle slowly before looking up at me.
His softness such a contrast to his aggressiveness on the ice.
“You did good.” He spoke up holding mygaz.
I blinked a couple times at him, not wanting to let him know, how those simple words from his lips were affecting me. Was it because he was massaging my foot? Was it him kneeling before me? Was it the sharp difference of attitude.
His blue eyes remained on me as a small smirk played on his lips. “You want a reward?”
I swallowed hard.
“For doing a good job?”
I slowly nodded.
His hand moved up to massage my calf. I gripped the edge of the bench.
“You know why I was so tough right?”
I nodded again slowly.
“Are you going to be late again?”
I slowly shook my head. His hand moved up behind my knee. My eyes fluttered.
He stood up slightly so his face was right next to mine, as his hands moved up my thighs. “You did such a good job Blaise.” He whispered as his fingers lightly caressed the junction of my thighs. “I always reward good behavior.”
I inhaled sharply and swallowed hard as I felt something inside me rise.
He smiled as he lightly rubbed me through my rights. I bit down on my bottom lip and moved my hips into his hand.
“Uh-uh.” He shook his head. “Don’t move, or I stop.”
I stopped. He scraped my center softly with his fingernails. My lips parted as my stomach moved up and down from my heavy breathing.
He pressed his middle finger slightly further in having located my sensitive clit and lightly scratched it.
I whimpered and moved my hip into his hand.
He stopped. “What did I say?”
I pressed against his hand briefly before pulling back and staring up at him innocently. My eyes wide.
Gunnar smirked. “You’re being naughty.” He smacked my center and I jolted in surprise. He smacked it again and my clit throbbed, I tried to press against his hand and he pulled away. I reached for his wrist and he immediately straightened up. His hip in my face as I sat before him. I lifted my head to him looking down at me.
His lips parted as he cupped the back of my head and brought my face forward, pressing it against his crotch. I closed my eyes as he rubbed his hardness against my mouth and nose. He moved back and then pressed my face against his hip again. I leaned forward even more, my mouth opening.
“You want it?” He whispered, cupping himself through his sweats. He pressed it against my mouth and rubbed it against my lips.
Fuck. I realized what he was doing and I had basically fallen for it. I tried to pull back but his grip tightened on my head, keeping in me place. I groaned, my hand on his thigh for support trying to pull my head back, but he pressed me further into his crotch.
My toes curled as I felt the ever familiar tingles of pleasure pass through me. And just like that he yanked my head back, just as I was about to gobble on his dick. He released me and took a step back as he held himself.
My breathing labored, I stared up at him defiantly, but all he did was smile. In fact he reached into his sweats and pulled out his erection.
My mouth parted. I mean I have seen his dick. But in his hand right now, thick and enlarged caused me to press my thighs together.
I watched as he pulled his foreskin back slightly, rubbed the head of his dick, to reveal a trail of his precum on his index and middle finger.
“Open your mouth.” He ordered.
My pussy pulsated at his command. I crossed my arms over my chest and defiantly clenched my jaws as I looked away.
Gunnar chuckled. “No?”
That no with the hint of mischievousness caused my heart to race. We heard the double doors open and some voices. I quickly turned my head back to Gunnar who had tucked himself away. He nodded behind me.
“Hey. You two ready?”
I turned around to see both Dewitt and Jason, his left and right wing happily acknowledge him with a wave.
“Jorge’s getting ready.” Jason called out as they came closer. Both seemed to notice me at the same time as they nodded at me.
“Hey Blaise.”
“Sup.”
“Hey.” I smiled as I gripped the bench.
“You practice in the morning?” Dewitt asked surprised as he sat down with his skates.
“Starting.” I admitted.
“She’s going to run some drills with us.” Gunnar stated.
Both me and the two guys looked at him in surprise as he sat down and put his skates back on. “She’s already warmed up, you two get started.”
“I uh——“ I turned to the other guys as we looked at each other. “No, I mean…what?”
Gunnar turned to me. “You’re here and you need speed.”
I shook my head.
“Is that a no?”
I stopped shaking my head. “But…”
“But sounds like an excuse.” Gunnar spoke up. “Boys what do we think of excuses?”
“Excuses are for the weak.” Dewitt grinned, having finished lacing up. “Come on Blaise, race with me.”
“Lace up.” Gunnar ordered as he nodded at my skates, he’d removed himself.
There was no use protesting., I reached down to get my skates and he reached down too.
“Don’t think I forgot your defiant behavior.” He whispered before getting up and skating out the bench without so much as a backwards glance.
**
Practicing with the boys was fun. Like they truly had fun on the ice. Teasing and cursing at each other. I noticed every insult, every rib, every fault, made them fix themselves. They wove circles around me, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the attention. I also couldn’t help but notice that Dewitt’s comments were getting slightly more provocative towards me. I played along, until Gunnar tripped him on the ice after scoring. By that time I had pulled away from their practice, as they had given me the other half. But I saw him on the ground and Gunnar, slowly skating back to him. He got up, but the two boys only looked at each other, nothing was said. I saw Dewitt quickly look over his shoulder towards me. I pretended to be concentrating on my routine. When I turned back out of curiosity. Dewitt passed and hit Gunnar’s hockey stick and moved to his side. I also noticed Jason look my way, before they resumed scoring on Jorge.
Nothing had been said, but I noticed the change in dynamic. Also no longer was Dewitt purposely skating over to me and dropping a compliment.
Had Gunnar told them something?
Speaking of Gunnar…what was wrong with him? How he can go from helping me on the rink to barely acknowledging my presence annoyed the heck out of me. We didn’t have any classes together, so I mean the least he can do was acknowledge me with a little more than a head nod right? I mean he’d eaten my pussy. I think that deserves more than a head nod.
But why was that getting to me? It shouldn’t. And why was I so edgy? And why did I masturbate and have the most fleeting of orgasm. That shit was a disappointment and upset me more than when I had started.
**
Practice the next morning, Gunnar was so professional it threw me off guard. Like super professional and nice….while nice in terms of Gunnar nice. He helped me with the lifts. His hands didn’t linger, his fingers didn’t wander. Had I wanted them too? Yes. Because the whole time he was lifting me up, I fantasized about sucking his dick while upside down in the air.
**
You know what? Maybe he was done with me. He’d had his fun and game and maybe, just maybe he was already fucking somebody else. I mean, I remember what Kelly had said. Only 4 girls since he’d moved there had been able to claim a one night stand with him. I had three.
I should consider myself lucky, not greedy…right.
But I never said I wasn’t greedy.
I also never said I wasn’t needy…I was needy.
**
“Hey can you give me a ride?”
Gunnar looked up from his phone as the boys exited the locker room. I was sitting waiting for him on the bench. He put his phone away and held on to the strap on his duffle bag.
“Later.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Dewitt, Jason and Jorge dapped each other up. But I did notice the wordless glance they gave each other, hiding behind a smile, I couldn’t interpret as they waved good bye to me and walked off.
“Your dorm or your friend’s house?”
“My dorm.” I replied as I fell in step behind him.
He nodded and pulled out his phone again. I watched as he read the text with an annoyed look on his face and texted.
Was I curious who he was texting? Yes. Did I care? No. Maybe? Just a little. I shouldn’t thought. It was none of my business. We weren’t even at that stage in our relationship. What relationship? None, that’s what.
I was surprised when we got in his car and he put his phone in the cup holder, even though I saw the screen lit up with another message. But I couldn’t read it or see the name from this angle, without making it completely obvious.
“Thanks for letting me join your practices.” I started as soon as he started his truck. “I can feel myself getting better.”
“Welcome.” He replied nonchalantly. “You decided, you want to get better, so you’re getting better.”
I nodded as he drove out the parking lot. “I’m kind of hungry.” I turned to him and he turned to look at me, he stopped at the intersection.
“And?” He asked.
I sighed and sat back in the seat. “You’re so annoying.” I muttered.
“What?” He asked loudly.
“Do you…” I sighed in annoyance. “Do you want to go get some breakfast?”
“No.”
I sucked my teeth at him and crossed my arms, but realized he hadn’t moved from the intersection. I turned to look at him watching me.
“What?”
“Try again.” He smirked.
I looked out the window and sighed loudly. “Never mind. I’ll walk.” He didn’t stop me as I opened the passenger door and got out, picking up my duffel bag and slamming the door.
He drove off, leaving me with my mouth open at the edge of the parking lot. I stared off at his car, my mouth slowly closing as I narrowed my eyes and stared at his truck until it disappeared. A small smile teased the corner of my mouth.
I took out my phone and put it to my ear.
“It’s super early bitch…are you dying?”
“Kelly, I need a ride and to borrow your car for a bit.”
**
I adjusted my short Sophie shorts and white crop top with a small smirk before pressing his doorbell. I fixed my face quickly, and perfected my innocent smile into the door camera, knowing he was going to check it before coming to the door. I held my phone and car keys in my hand.
The door opened slowly to Gunnar in a white t-shirt and simple blue jeans. I knew he was surprised to see me there but he hid it well.
“Blaise.”
“Can I come in?” I asked softly.
He looked me over cautiously. I wanted to laugh. But he stepped back and let me in.
I stepped in just enough for him to close the door. I then leaned against it.
His eyes roamed my attire, my exposed stomach, my slides. I obviously wasn’t dressed for school. I was dressed for thot behavior, after having quickly taken a shower at Kelly’s place.
“Gunnar…” I whispered and lowered my head. “I don’t think I’ve really shown my appreciation of you lately.” I pouted and made my eyes big. “I mean, you’ve really went out of your way to help me.” I slowly lowered myself to the floor as he watched me. “Taking up your precious time to to make me a better skater.” I dropped to my knees and bit down on my bottom lip. I placed the phone and keys on the ground. “When you lifted me up yesterday…” I trailed off and slowly lifted my hands to his jeans.
He hadn’t moved so I knew he was curious as to what act I was putting on. So I continued, as I softly held on to his jeans and looked up at him. “You know what I’ve never done?” I whispered, running my hand up his thighs.
He didn’t answer, but neither did he move away as I slid my hand up to the front of his jeans and softly rubbed him. I held his gaze as he hardened underneath my palm.
He chuckled. I saw he was about to grab my wrist so I quickly wrapped my arms around his hip and pressed my face against his crotch. Moaning as I rubbed my cheek, my mouth and chin around his member growing harder and more prominent against his jeans.
“Blaise…”
“Mmmhhmm?” I answered, my tongue out as I ran it against the jean material.
Gunnar’s lips parted as he exhaled loudly. He took a couple deep breaths.
“You wanted me to open my mouth?” I asked innocently as I did just so. Opening wider and sticking my tongue out for him.
Gunnar grabbed himself and squeezed as he stared at my mouth.
I moaned softly.
He unbuttoned his jeans and slid down his zipper.
I smiled at him. Anytime now.
He parted his jeans and reached into his boxer when my phone rang. He stopped hand in his boxers as I looked down at the perfectly timed call from Otto. I quickly grabbed the phone and my keys and turned to Gunnar apologetically. “Sorry…hold that thought.”
I opened his front door and quickly answered the phone and stepped out. “Otto…hey wait, I’m not at my dorm, I’m actually at Kelly’s right now.” I turned and waved goodbye to Gunnar who chuckled and shook his head as his front door closed.
I pressed the elevator button, satisfied and continued talking to Otto. That had gone better than I thought.
“Oh, I thought Kelly told you I was going to be at her place.” I lied, knowing damn well my girl told him, exactly what she told him. I wanted a ride, and to pick me up at—-
“Blaise.”
I turned around in surprise.
“Wait—-who’s that?” Otto asked.
Gunnar tore my phone from my hand. “She’s busy Otto, call her back later.”
I gasped as I reached for the phone. Gunnar put it out of reach and hung up even though I could hear Otto’s voice in the background abruptly shut out. “Wha—-what?”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to his apartment, pressing his card against the door and swiftly pulling us in.
“Give me my phone!”
Gunnar slammed his door, pushed me against it and crashed his lips against mine. I kissed him briefly, before I remembered what was happening. I shoved him off.
“What are you doing?” I heaved.
Gunnar looked at my phone and pressed the answer button. My eyes widened at Otto’s name on the screen.
“Awww…fuck Blaise…that fucking mouth….” Gunnar moaned loudly into the phone.
“Gun—-“ I dropped the car keys and dove for the phone but he put it out of reach, his hand clamping over my mouth. “Her mouth’s a little busy right now.” Gunnar replied into the phone. “She’ll call you back later.” He hung up on Otto as I stared back at him in disbelief.
I yanked his hand off my mouth. “What the fuck?”
“How did you expect this to play out?” He asked pulling me to him.
I grabbed my phone from his other hand seeing Otto calling me back.
“Fine. Answer Blaise.” Gunner replied as he grabbed my hips and dropped on his knees before me. “Answer the phone.” He grinned as he shoved my shorts and underwear down.
“Don’t tell me—-“
Gunnar grabbed the phone and accepted the call. He lifted it up to me to see as he pressed his head between my thighs, giving me soft tongue strokes.
“Blaise? Blaise?”
He put the phone in my hand and parted my thighs as he continued licking me.
My mouth shook as I held my phone.
“Blaise? Can you hear me? Blaise, what’s goin—-“
I swallowed hard and lifted the phone to my ear. “Hey.” I whispered breathlessly.
“Jesus Blaise… what’s going on? Was that Gunnar? I thought you were at Kelly’s.”
My lips parted as my eyes closed, my hand going into his soft hair. “I uh——I—-“ I swallowed hard, but couldn’t stop the panted exhale.
“Hang up.” Gunnar spoke against my wet lower lips.
“Sorry, I—-I gotta go.” I gasped as I hung up, but just as quickly as I did so. Gunnar stood up. Staring down at me with his wet lips and nose.
He grabbed my neck, and I gasped, dropping my phone as I grabbed his wrist with both hands.
“You keep provoking me Blaise.” Gunnar whispered, as his fingers tightened around my neck. “Why?”
I tried to move out of his hold but couldn’t. I swallowed hard against the pressure, the resistance causing my heart to race faster. He stared down at me.
“Let go…” I whispered pulling at his arm.
“I don’t think you want me to.” He whispered, tightening his grip. I gasped for a bit of air. “I think you want me to hold you even tighter.”
I gasped as I smacked on his wrists. He gave my neck one more tight squeeze before finally released me. I gasped and stumbled back. I bent over, trying to catch some air. My own hand coming up over my chest, trying to regulate my breathing. Touching my neck cautiously.
Gunnar took a couple steps towards me and I took a cautious one back. “Stay.” I put my hand out.
He smiled and walked into my hand, making it press against his chest. My eyes widened.
“I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.” He whispered. “Breathless…” he looked at my neck. “Naked.” His gaze drifted down to my exposed bottom half, my shorts and underwear at my feet, no wonder I had stumbled back. “And wet.” His gaze lifted back up to meet my eyes.
My mouth trembled as I swallowed hard.
“Why did you come to my house today Blaise?” Gunnar asked, sliding his hand between legs. Gently stroking me. My hand lowered off his chest and gripped his wrist. He smiled. “I thought I gave you a way out.”
I closed my eyes, my lips parting as I moved my hips against his hand.
“You’ve been wanting me to get you off?” He whispered.
I moved my hip faster as I felt the build up inside me.
“You ready to call me Master?”
I groaned in frustration and shook my head. He stopped and I locked his hand between my thighs. Pressing my clit against his thumb.
“Then go.”
I shook my head and rubbed myself against him, getting closer to him.
“Blaise…”
I pressed my head against his chest as I felt an incoming orgasm right on the horizon. I didn’t want to lose it. Not this one. Not like the last couple ones. “Please…” I whispered as I moaned, rocking against his hand. “Please…”
I was surprised when he actually groaned and rubbed me. “Fine.” He whispered in my ear. “This is your reward for coming to practice everyday.”
I shook my belly quivering, my pussy throbbing as shots of pleasure sparked throughout my body.
“You’ve made me so proud.” He whispered.
I cried out, burying my voice into his chest as I rubbed back against him. My eyes squeezed tight as the orgasm overtook me, my body shaking as I wet his hand. Why was this so good? Why was it so good? I pressed myself against him, wanting to hold on to him tighter and. He let me, removing his hand from between my legs, he held me close as I rubbed myself against him, riding out my orgasm. Allowing me to use his body for my release.
It took a minute but I slowed down. I came back to earth realizing whaat had just happened. I’d came here trying to get him all worked up, yet I had somehow found myself, clinging and rubbing up on him to find release.
My face was still pressed against his chest. I slowly pulled back and opened my eyes, my arms that had wrapped around him dropped as I looked down. He was still fully clothed, while I was before him in only my crop top, with my bottoms at my ankles.
“Did you like that?” He asked cupping my face gently.
I looked up at him as his thumb caressed my cheek and then my lips. “If you don’t want to submit to me Blaise…why do you keep coming back?”
I lowered my gaze. “Do I have to call you Master?”
Gunnar slowly dropped his hand. “No, you don’t.” He answered softly.
I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his.
“My ex-girlfriend loved the term.”
I stiffened.
“I guess it grew on me.”
I averted my eyes and bent down to pull up my shorts.
“That makes you angry.” Gunnar stated.
I shrugged. “I don’t care, what little pet names you and your ex-girlfriend called each other.” I replied a little sharper than I intended. “I’m not calling you Master and I’m not your slave.”
Gunnar cocked his head to the side with an annoying smile on his face as if he was clearly amused. “I’m much less of a master/slave and more of an alp/sub…”
“I don’t care.” I snapped.
“You want to submit to me.” He spoke as if coming to a realization.
“No I don’t.” I heaved.
“Yes you do, you just don’t know how.” He continued as if I wasn’t just denying everything he was saying. “Stop resisting, we can work something out.”
I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t want to work anything out. I just wanted to get off and I did.” I bent down and quickly picked up my keys and phone.
“Blaise…”
“What?” I snapped again, feeling all types of unexplained emotion passing through me. I knew I was unfairly getting mad at him. I knew it, but couldn’t explain why. I mean at the end of the day, I got off. I did. So why did it feel… I averted my eyes guiltily. Why did it feel incomplete?
“Don’t come to me anymore.” He stated calmly.
“I wasn’t planning to!” I yelled at him angrily and stormed out of his house. I rushed to the elevator, quickly getting on and pressing the lobby button in frustration. When the door closed, I finally allowed myself to breathe. One I was going to be late for school. Two I wanted absolutely nothing to do with Gunnar Magnusson. Ever. Ever. Not even practice! I quit practicing in the morning. I’ll find another time. I hit the elevator mirror in anger and instantly regretted it as pain shot up my hand. I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the tears.
**
“There it is ladies and gentlemen!”
“A clean effortless goal!”
“Gunnar Mangnusson proving once again that this is his house.”
“He’s been unstoppable today Chuck.”
“Wait…what this is new…he just threw his stick…MAGNUSSON SURPRISING THE FANS WITH A
FLAWLESSLY EXECUTED TRIPLE AXEL!”
“THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!”
I crossed my arms over my chest as everyone around us went wild with screams. Kelly who had dragged me to the game just for Jorge finally sat back down. “That was insane!” She giggled. “He pointed over here after that! You think he was pointing at you?”
Otto who was sitting next to me glared at Kelly, before shooting me a look. “I’m sure he was pointing to Zoe.” He nodded at Zoe beaming from ear to ear as her two best friends gushed in her ears with OMGs and was that for you and he pointed over here and isn’t he so cute.
“Naw, I think he was pointing to Blaise.”
“Kelly drop it.” I scoffed. “I hate him. I don’t want anything to do with him.”
Otto grinned and put his arm around my seat. “Yeah. She’s over the dude. Drop it.”
Kelly rolled her eyes at us and then shot me a separate look. I looked away, my arms tighter around my chest.
For the last 5 days. I’d been practicing alone at night now. He hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. Well neither had I. He can sit there gloating over his ex who used to call him Master and he could leave me the fuck alone. I can’t believe I almost fell for his shit. My leg tapped restlessly as I took deep breaths. He was the most annoying person on this planet.
“AND ANOTHER!!”
“Honestly the Beavers should just head home now Chuck, the level of embarrassment is not——-OH!”
I shot up with the rest of the crowd as Gunnar was slammed by 4 of the other players, he’d flipped in the air, and landed hard on the ice. A gasp passed through the crowd.
My heart lurched forward.
“Coach!”
I quickly squeezed my eyes shut as I pushed the memory to the side.
“AND he’s moving.”
“Yes, that’s a red card through and——Magnusson just threw his helmet, he is not letting this one go.”
“I’m sorry to say Chuck, but he shouldn’t. That was a nasty move.”
I heard the chant of the crowd and watched on the screen as Gunnar grabbed the other player, by the helmet, slamming him down on the ice. Both teams at once piled on the ice as the referees tried to separate them.
“Oh this is a messy fight for sure.”
“Just like I thought. Both teams are being sent to the locker rooms.”
**
“Those fucking fuckers! Let me catch them outside.”
“They better hope their asses are on that bus once we finish this game.”
“I don’t even care if we finish this game. I wanna fucking beat their ass, on and off the fucking ice.”
“You Gunnar, you good? How’s your head.”
Gunnar looked up from his phone and touched the tender spot above his eyes. “Yeah, I’m good. Hey I’ll be back okay.”
“Coach said to sit out the last quarter.” Jorge patted his shoulder. “We’ll destroy those assholes, for you. Ain’t nobody fucking scoring on us.”
Gunnar nodded and took his phone. “I’m just gonna take a walk and clear my head.”
It didn’t take long for him to switch out of his clothes and skates. But by the time he got to the 2nd floor, he could hear the announcers and the cheering, meaning the game had resumed.
He put his phone away and opened the door to the science lab.
**
I turned around as the door opened and hopped off the table. Gunnar closed the door to the science lab and reached for the light.
“Don’t.”
He stopped. We could see each other with the moonlight from the window anyways. He put his hand down. “Hey.”
“How’s your head?” I asked walking over to him.
He chuckled and touched the tender spot. “Fine, maybe a concussion, you know the usual.”
I stared up at him as silence fell between us.
“Why’d you text me?” He asked softly.
“Why’d you come?” I replied.
He chuckled. “I thought I told you to leave me alone.” He arched an eyebrow.
I lifted my chin and took a step even closer to him. “No, you said not to come to you anymore…and I didn’t.” I answered. “You came to me.”
Gunnar’s mouth lifted up into a small smile. “I guess I was curious why somebody who’s been frowning and ignoring me for a week, would all of a sudden ask to meet in the science lab during one of my games.”
“You took a nasty fall.”
“I’ve taken lots of nasty falls.”
I sighed heavily. “Why do you always make things so hard?”
“You make it hard.” He chuckled.
I groaned in frustration and hit his arm. “Are you okay?” I whispered in annoyance.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
Silence fell between us as the distant cheers at the ice rink could be heard behind us.
I swallowed hard as I stared at his shoes. “Do you want anything?”
“Like what?” He asked.
I shrugged.
“Blaise, do you want to give me something?”
I shrugged again, unable to look up at him.
“Are you provoking me again?”
I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his. We stared at each other for a couple seconds, before I stepped forward on my tiptoes, kissed him softly and pulled back.
Gunnar didn’t say anything and neither did I. A second passed, and then a couple more, before I leaned forward again and kissed him. This time, his arm wrapped around me to hold me in place as our lips moved together in a familiar dance of tongues.
I pulled away to kiss his neck and he groaned softly. I then kissed his Adams’ apple, then his chest, lowering myself down his body with soft kisses, I lifted his shirt. Licked his stomach, kissed beneath his belly button, grazed the area with my teeth.
Gunnar panted softly as his hand went in my hair. “Stop Blaise….” But he didn’t pull away, in fact he encouragingly pressed my head down further. My fingers pulling down his sweatpants, my mouth automatically finding his dick. Slipping it into my mouth carefully. Sucking on it gently, allowing it to grow and fill my mouth second by second. My head bobbing between his legs.
Gunnar leaned back against the door, his legs parted as he held my head and moved his hips. Soft moans escaping his lips as he closed his eyes.
He was fully erect. My hand came up as I rubbed on his balls gently. He arched into my mouth, lowering his sweats down mid thighs, before continuing his hip movements. I had no reservation in sucking him. None whatsoever.
I wanted to please him. Bring him to the brink.
Gunnar groaned loudly as he proceeded to fuck my mouth. He moved his hand on my chin and then down to my throat. He panted as he held back from plunging inside me. He tried to pull back but swallowed him more. His dick hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
He shook and inhaled sharply. He cupped my face as his heavy breathing filled the science lab. I twirled my tongue around the dick in mouth and sucked hard, he threw his head back as his hips moved faster. Bringing us down to the floor. He held my head as I sat at first, and then the more he fucked my mouth, the more I fell back on the cold floor. He tried to pull out, but I held his hip and had him continue. Grabbing his butt tightly as his dick rammed inside me.
Gunnar panted as he slid his dripping dick out of my mouth. He inserted himself, over and over again, slowly, pulling all the way out, before digging in deeper.
“Blaise….” He groaned as he pulled out, his hips hovering above my face. He jerked himself as he moved back. He lifted me up and put me on all fours. He scooted my skirt up to my waist as he pulled down my underwear. His face immediately digging into my ass. His tongue lapping me up from behind. I moaned loudly as I rubbed my ass in his face.
He panted as he rubbed his dick on my ass, hovering on my back. “You want me to be addicted to this sweet sweet pussy don’t you?” He whispered in my ear as he rubbed his wet dick along my now wet pucker hole, my butt clenched and unclenched as my pussy throbbed. “You won’t leave me alone.” He bit my ear, running his dick through my wet lower lips before coming back up to my ass.
We both groaned as he dug his dick into my wet pussy, sliding in effortlessly. He held my hips as he fucked me. He lifted himself slightly. I felt the slow drip of saliva down my ass, followed by him rubbing his index finger round and round, the puckered hole. I groaned as I backed up on him more. Arching my ass up towards him.
“You want it here too?” He whispered panting.
I cried out as his index finger entered me, gently probing my ass as he fucked me.
“Please…”
Gunnar gasped as he fucked me harder, sliding his finger further inside me. My body shook at the intrusion on both holes. He laid against me as I dropped to the ground, my ass high as he held it in place. Fucking fast and panting as he shot his seed inside me. Groaning loudly, removing his finger from my ass, he pulled out of me, spread my ass cheeks, slidding his wet dick up and down, poking my puckered hole as if wanting to enter, but he was still too big, and I was not yet prepared for his dick. He shuddered as he finished cumming on my ass, rubbing his sperm with the head of his dick all over me as if to mark me with every part of his essence.
I laid on the ground and he collapsed on top of me. After a couple seconds he rolled off me and slapped my ass. I looked over to him staring up at the ceiling seriously as he was coming down from his labored breathing.
“I tried to warn you Blaise.” He whispered softly. “You belong to me now.”
I slowly sat up, still in a daze from my orgasm. “I belong to myself.”
Gunnar chuckled as he sat up. The light from the moon seemed to intensify inside the science room. His usual blue eyes seemed to take on a golden glow as he stared at me with a smirk and then gave a devilish wink. I blinked in confusion as the golden glow disappeared and his eyes were once more it’s usual blue.
Wait…what?