Page 118 of Deking
Will ruffles Lyla’s hair. “Of course she is. Me and Dad taught her best.”
“That you did.”
The game comes back on for the second period, drawing our attention back to the screen. Once I’m sure everyone is distracted, I grab Lyla’s hand and start to pull her away.
She goes to say something, but I hold my finger up. She laughs lightly but follows me.
I take her back to a storage room I scouted out earlier and pull her inside. As soon as the door shuts, I pin her against it, my lips on hers.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I pull back.
“I know we have to be here for our friends and all that, but I wanted a minute alone with you,” I tell her.
She reaches down, grabbing my hard cock through my jeans. She gives me a coy look.
“Oh, do you need some release? I bet all that adrenaline built up, huh? Letyour girltake care of you.”
She goes to drop to her knees, but I grab her hand and pull her back up.
“Oh, my girl is going to take care of me all right.”
I turn her toward the door, quickly undoing her jeans, pulling them down. She pushes her ass back into me as I undo my own pants. Pulling out a condom, I sheath myself before I thrust inside of her. She moans out, her head falling to the door.
“I love how you feel inside me,” she groans.
“I love the feeling of being inside of you,” I tell her. “I love even more how you look being fucked with my name on your back. You know that my name will be yours one day, right? I’m going to make you mine in all the ways that I can.”
“I’m already yours.”
I love to hear it, but I need her to share my name. I need to own her in all the ways she will let me.
Letting the subject drop, I focus on the here and now before I propose to her mid-fuck. She deserves much more than that.
I continue to thrust into her, reaching around to play with her clit to bring her to a quick orgasm. Normally I like to draw it out, but we are on a bit of a time limit. Eventually they will realize we are gone, and I don’t need anyone coming to look for us.
When I feel her clench around my cock, her moan coming out higher, I know I’ve given her pleasure. I chase my own, finishing quickly before I pull out of her, holding her to my chest.
Once we have both caught our breath, I help her clean herself up before finding a trash can for the condom.
Once we are presentable, I put her under my arm, leading her back to the bar.
It’s the third period now, the Foxes having scored while we were gone.
“Where did you two go?” Cora whispers, nudging Lyla.
“Mind your business,” I tell her, making her cackle.
“What did I miss?” I ask Kellan.
“Clay scored. Their goalie is looking like shit, though. He can’t stop anything. I think they are going to pull him soon. He’s not doing anything.”
I growl. I hate knowing my friends are on that ice killing themselves and their goalie isn’t pulling his weight.
The third period doesn’t go well for the Foxes. They lose three to one. I hate watching it for my brothers. I know they will be disappointed with that result.
“I’m going to go wait for his call,” Grace says, stepping away from the group.
“Me too.” Peyton goes with her.
