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I feel sexy when I’m in his arms. He makes me feel wanted and craved. A sudden surge of confidence takes over as I reach behind me and slide my hand into Eli’s sweatpants. I stroke his length over his briefs, and it jerks in my hand.
“Fuck, Logan,” he growls into my neck. I could somewhat feel his size when he was pressed against me, but now, stroking him with my fingertips, I can feel just how large he truly is.
I continue to touch him, wanting him to feel as good as I do right now. I’m tempted to reach into his boxers and feel his skin on mine, but I want to do that when I can see him in my hands—in all his glory, not when my back is to him.
He continues to rub me between his fingers, my swollen clit begging for more. He quickens his pace, deepening his pressure as I stroke his dick with a matching tempo. Our breathing is ragged as the pressure builds in my stomach, begging for release as I grind against his hand, meeting his movements.
Eli abruptly stops, pulling his fingers from me as I snap my head to look at him, confused by what just happened.
He starts removing his sweatpants but leaves his briefs in place. “Sorry, babe, but you’re about to make me come, and I need these sweatpants to be clean for my trip.”
I laugh but feel my cheeks warm at the thought of my hand having that kind of power over him. He leans over and presses his lips to mine, letting them linger there for a moment. He drags the tip of his nose across my jaw before gently tugging at my ear with his teeth.
“Your hand feels so good on me,” he moans into my ear, his tone deep and warm.
“So does yours.” I confidently grab his hand and guide his fingers back where they belong—on my clit.
Eli chuckles as his lips form into a smile on the skin of my neck before I find him with my hand once again.
He continues his previous movements. Rubbing me with a rhythmic pace, gliding his fingers over me. I keep my hand in place, grasping his dick and letting him find the tempo he likes as he thrusts into my touch. He’s moving quicker in my hand while his fingers pick up speed and pressure on my favorite spot. I feel the edge nearing as I grip his opposite arm with my other hand, needing to steady myself.
The room is filled with mixed moans and heavy breaths as we both near our euphoria.
“Eli,” I cry out, my release approaching.
“Me too, baby.”
His words bring my release as I reach a high I’ve never experienced. My eyes squeeze shut with white blurry vision, my mouth gapes open, and my head falls back, pressing into Eli’s chest. Eli’s fingers continue their movements as I ride out my orgasm before melting into him, keeping my hand wrapped around him. A few more thrusts into my palm, and I hear my name coming from Eli’s lips before I feel a warm wetness seeping through the material in my hand.
A few sedate moments pass, but Eli keeps his fingers on me, and I can feel myself pulsing in his hand.
“Fuck. Watching you like that...” he stops, unable to find the words.
As I start to come down from my high, a bit of embarrassment floods me. I’ve never come from someone else’s touch before, and I’m slightly self-conscious about how I may have looked.
“Seeing you like that...that was fucking hot, Logan,” he whispers into my ear, before gently biting my shoulder and instantly taking away any worry I may have had. This man makes me feel sexy and desired, and I need to be confident in how he sees me.
He pulls his fingers from me as I pinch my legs together, trying to ease the ache of emptiness that lingers.
Eli lifts himself off the bed and turns me onto my back, hovering over me. He nudges my legs open with his knee as he presses himself onto me, perfectly lining up his wet boxers with my underwear.
“Was that okay for you?” Eli asks, brushing the hair away from my face as he looks at me with concern.
Was it okay for me? Is he kidding? His fingers are magical, and I’ve never experienced such a release in my life. He has plenty of sexual experience, so I don’t know why he’s doubting his abilities with me.
“Yeah, baby. That felt really good.” I reach up and place my mouth against his smiling lips, reassuring him. “How was it for you?”
Eli looks down in the space between us, eyeing his wet briefs. “Yeah, I’d say you felt pretty fucking good,” he says with a chuckle, as I try to hold back my satisfaction with his answer.
Reaching around his neck, I pull his mouth to mine, exploring his tongue, and memorizing his lips for when he leaves me this week.
“I gotta run to the bathroom,” I tell him as he hovers only inches above me.
He lets out a frustrated growl, dropping his head to my shoulder as he presses his already hardening dick against me. I laugh to myself. What was that—two minutes and he’s ready to go again?
Slipping out from underneath him, I throw on his oversized shirt to cover my mostly naked body and head to the bathroom to clean myself up.
When I return to my room and peek through the crack in my door, I find a fully naked Eli with his back to me, taking off his briefs to replace them with his clean joggers. His ass is right there on full display for me to see. It’s firm and round, and I feel myself overheating at the view. I’ve never seen a hockey player’s ass and thighs before, but holy shit, they’re amazing. I guess I can thank all his lunges on the ice for my perfect visual right now.
