Happy 1st birthday! ❤️ Very grateful you decided to join the hockeyblr community and bless us with your writing!
Can I order a Mocha with Cold Foam (“I want to feel you on every inch of me.” & “bit kinky for a monday morning, don’t you think?”) for Jack McBain?
thank u!! i am so glad u helped me to see the light on mr. mcbain... i also hope that i did him justice because hi hello jack i would like to Have You
You’re making breakfast when Jack comes up behind you and slide his hands up your big Utah t-shirt until he can hold your boobs in his palms. He kisses your neck and buries his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell nice.”
“Hm, thanks, baby,” you reply. “Did you just wake up?”
“Yeah, I woke up and you were gone.” Jack pouts into your skin. “The bed was cold.”
“Poor boy, that must have been hard,” you simper. You take the spatula from your left side and use it to push the eggs around in the skillet, scrambling them.
“Mhm, you know what else is hard?” Jack thrusts his hips against your behind, pinning you to the surface in front of you. His cock nestles between your asscheeks, intimate parts separated only by the fabrics of your t-shirt and panties and Jack’s threadbare sweats. He nips at your earlobe. “Let’s do something about it.”
“Oh, ho-ho,” you laugh sarcastically. “Is that so?”
“Going to bend my girlfriend over the kitchen counter.” You can hear the smile on Jack’s face as he reveals his intention. “Have my breakfast.”
“Bit kinky for a Monday morning, don’t you think?” you ask, turning the burner off and moving the eggs to a plate. Jack’s hands are still on your breasts and he’s trying to rock you back and forth on your feet like a slow dance. You don’t budge.
“‘s not even that kinky,” Jack says. He kisses over your neck. “Just want you to feel every inch of me, that’s all.”
You push the plate aside and turn, moving the skillet to the sink. Jack turns with you, his grip on your body unrelenting. He’s moved from your boobs to your stomach, splaying both hands over the smooth skin. His right dips below your belly button and pulls your hips back into his lower half.
“Instead of eating them, we could fertilize some eggs,” Jack suggests. He laughs in your ear at his own joke, rubbing his pinkie beneath the band of your panties.
You laugh out loud and turn in his grip, your back against the countertop. “You are so weird,” you tell him through your giggles, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing the tip of your nose against his. You peck his lips and go to finish plating your breakfast, but Jack reaches beneath you and lifts you onto the counter.
“Let me fuck you,” Jack requests before kissing you sweetly, his lips slotting into place. “Please?”
“Well when you ask so pretty like that,” you reply with a smile, kissing him back and welcoming the touch of his morning wood to your pussy. You hook your legs around Jack’s waist and use the heels of your feet to push his waistband down, although it doesn’t work very well. You kiss him again and laugh before saying your own corny, dirty, breakfast joke. “I need some cream for the cinnamon rolls I’ve got in the oven.”
“You’ll have more than cinnamon rolls in the oven by the time I’m done with you,” Jack vows as he pulls your panties to the side and gathers slick on his fingertips. He brings them to your mouth and watches you taste yourself, cleaning him off as he uses his other hand to shove his sweats down.
He frees his cock and his asscheeks, which is ballsy considering the last time you fucked in the kitchen, Dylan came home in the middle of it and disappeared quickly into the basement. Hopefully, he’s still asleep today. He sees Jack’s butt enough as it is, but you’d be okay if he never saw your boobs again. Jack would prefer that, too.
Jack stands between your legs and covers your body with his width. He pushes his blunt tip past your entrance and sinks into you, groaning. He kisses the underside of your jaw and nuzzles into your space. “Good morning to me,” Jack sighs.
Happy 1st Birthday Andy! What a time this blog has been :)
May I order a Chai Latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon (edging/orgasm denial) and cold foam (reader receiving oral through clothing) with Jack McBain or Luke Hughes?
After a long time apart, Jack can be found in one place: between your legs.
When the team moved from Arizona to Utah, you weren’t able to move with Jack. You wanted to, but you like your job too much, and you’d already upended your life once to join Jack. It’s hard to be a hockey girlfriend, especially as someone whose career is important to them. You always feel like you have to act a certain way and it’s not always what’s best for your life and relationship.
Jack himself has never made you feel that way and all of the external pressures on your relationship fade away when he’s here. He showers you in attention and tries to pay for things you buy no matter what it is and he keeps his hands on you whenever he can.
Today, unfortunately, you weren’t able to pick him up from the airport because of work. You have to stay all day today and Jack found a cheap flight that arrives midday, so he’s going to rent a car and head to your place himself. You’ll meet him after– hopefully coming home to a hearty meal that will give you enough energy to take advantage of your first night back together in a while.
Instead, when you come home, Jack greets you with a hungry kiss. It knocks you off your feet and steals your breath and before you even know it, your back hits your mattress and Jack kisses his way under your skirt.
He doesn’t even take your clothes off. He doesn’t push them out of the way– at least, not on purpose. Your skirt rides up around your rib cage just because his head is so damn big. You’re kidding, obviously, in reality the skirt rides up because it’s a tight pencil skirt and Jack is trying to spread your legs so that he can get as close as possible.
His tongue laps at your clothed folds like he’s been reunited with water after a drought.
“Jack,” you laugh. “Let me get undressed.”
He shakes his head and hugs your thighs, his elbows bent beneath your legs and keeping you in place. “Let me have this,” he says, lips smushed against your cunt. “It’s been so long.” He mouths against your clit and blinks up at you, the iris of his eye just a sliver of what you’re used to. His tongue moves pointedly through your folds, his saliva soaking the fabric of your panties until it attaches to your ridges and nooks and creates a mold of your most intimate parts. “Please, please,” he mumbles quietly, kissing your cunt and licking along the entire crotch of your underwear.
You push his hair out of his face and agree softly, full of fondness for Jack as he visibly relaxes against you and finds your clit. He flicks his tongue over the swollen bud, then attaches his lips to it, eyelids closing as he sucks. His fingers trace your entrance, circling and circling but never pushing past.
Your pussy clenches down on nothing, reacting to Jack’s puckered lips and methodic suction. He draws you to orgasm, your energy depleting as he stimulates you so much, but he doesn’t stop. He slides his thumb beneath the band of your panties and strokes your slit, daring to slip it inside of you just to give you something to bear down on when he circles your clit and begins again.
“Missed you,” Jack sighs contentedly. You have a feeling he’ll be down there all night.
