puck you

volume seven

Grayson chuckled above you, showing his pearly whites. "You'd really rather do that?"

You were whining and grinding your hips, still feeling his cock just teasing the hell out of you since Grayson had gotten much closer to be able to press the head of his dick further against your pulsing core. He was directly in between your lips. "God, please, please, I'll beg as much as you want me to. Please."

Grayson kissed your lips once more, his skin feeling as soft as ever all around your every bone and structure. "You want it so bad, grab my cock and put it inside you..."

With a frustrating whine, you twisted your hand back and brought it down to grab his cock, only really being able to grab the top of it. Grayson lifted your fragile body up as he pressed his forehead against yours and kept his eyes only on you, watching the way that your irises lit up when you pressed his tip further against your entrance, eyes going wider as he was finally reaching inside of you. The way your lips parted and a loud gasp was released from your lungs made him press his own lips together, absolutely loving the way that you felt wrapped around him - warm and wet and tight.

He had to close his own eyes when he tightly gripped your thighs to keep your legs locked around his waist, his mind going hazy when he felt you suction him up. Your walls wrapped him up entirely whole, squeezing tighter and tighter as he was moving. It was quite possibly the largest cock to ever be inside of you, and he was fitting so well yet you weren't sure if you'd be able to move for hours by the end of it all.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard. That's a promise," he said into you in your ear, sending a bite to your earlobe again, causing you to gasp aloud once more as he gave one single hard thrust, making you take a second to feel him reach at the pit of your stomach, before he started to pound you.

Your eyes rolled back and you heard the lockers slamming behind you due to the sway of his hips, causing you to clutch tighter onto Grayson, your nails scraping hard on his back. You were keeping your droopy eyes on him as you watched his jaw clench and his mouth part to show off his glossy lips that turned you on upon remembering him devouring you like you were his one and only meal.

"Fuck, I love this fucking pussy," he said almost to himself, slightly twisting your body to the side a bit, holding one of your knees up to his armpit while the other was still hooked at his hip as he continued to slam in and out of you, going deep and hard. He was moving rather fast at one point that you felt like your heart would stop beating altogether, and then your senses were going out of control as your insides bubbled.

"Yes, yes! Right there, right fucking–!" You cried out, trying to keep your hold on him while rubbing quick circles against your clit. "Your dick is so fucking good."

"Dirty little girl, aren't you," Grayson commented, slightly shaking his head even though he was loving every single dirty word coming from your pretty lips. You had always had a filthy mouth, but this was something else to him.

Grayson said something underneath his breath before he thrusted deep, deep inside of you and kept almost every inch inside of you so that he could move your legs over to drape his shoulders for a different angle, teasing your g-spot with the tip of his cock. "Oh, shit," you let out a moan that was heaven sent to Grayson's ears, and that nearly made him stop since he was so close. Nonetheless, he kept going, his hips slightly moving upwards to reach you, and you sighed almost dream-like when you cherished every centimeter of his length.

He flicked his hips to thrust all the way in, and once again you could practically feel him in your stomach, and he stayed paused right there.

He leaned in to kiss you, making him go just a little deeper, and then he was kissing your blushing cheeks. "Don't be mad."

You could barely focus on his words as he lifted you up in the air for a bit and went to grip your ass. Your ankles touched behind his back as he pulled your asscheeks apart, continuing on with a few sweet thrusts that had your breathing go ragged. You were so wet that you were sure you were still making a mess on the floor of the locker rooms since you felt a few drips going down past your thighs. "Huh?"

"Don't be mad, don't even ask questions, just go with it," he said, and before you knew it, he was carrying you off somewhere else.

Startled, you fully wrapped your arms around his neck to not fall, pressing your cheek against his to see where the hell he could possibly be taking you. The showers were seen, and for a second you thought he would be taking you there; but why would you be mad about that? Having sex with Grayson in the shower would've been the perfect way to freshen up, however you frowned when you heard him start to open a door.

"Shower was a thought, but I'll do that another time. Or later, if you're still able to," he said cheekily, nearly reading your mind.

Your jaw dropped when you saw the desk, the old crippling computer, the hockey trophies, and the multiple picture frames of various teams throughout the years. "Grayson, this is–"

"Coach's office? Yeah."

"Wha–? But–?"

"I said no questions. I'm fucking you right here," he simply stated like it was the most casual thing, yet it turned you on to hear as he laid you down on the desk after pushing some of Coach's stuff out of the way, still warmly tucked inside of you ever since he pulled you away from the lockers. He lifted one of your legs up back on his shoulder, then decided to place both of your shaky legs over his right shoulder instead, his large hands clutched around your thighs to keep on fucking you hard.