Page 10 of The Pucking Single Dad

When Luna got home, she stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day. She felt a swell of pride for showing such restraint with Hunter; her feelings for him were undeniable. As the steam enveloped her, her thoughts drifted back to him—his mouth, his body, the way he knew just how to please her. The mere memory of him ignited a longing within her that was impossible to ignore. It had been far too long since she had experienced that sweet release.

As the water cascaded down her skin, Luna reached down between her thighs, imagining it was Hunter's touch igniting her desire. She could almost feel the way he caressed her body, stirring her cravings further. She needed to find release. The entire way home, her thoughts had been consumed by him, and the only way to ease that longing was to pleasure herself while envisioning him.

She recalled the sensation of his mouth on her clit, the way his hands grasped her breasts, and how he thrust into her. Memories of his large, thick penis filled her mind, intensifying her need. As she slid her fingers inside herself, the pleasure built until it became overwhelming. She continued to exploreher pussy until waves of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her breathless. While it wasn’t quite the same as the orgasm she had with Hunter, it was a satisfying release, a momentary escape from the yearning that consumed her.

Afterward, she finished her shower, got herself ready for bed, and set her alarm. While lying in bed, she wondered if Hunter ever touched himself and thought of her. She also wondered how much longer they would be able to keep their hands off one another. How much longer could they be professional?

The next day, she arrived early, as usual, and saw Hunter eating breakfast. He looked up at her as she walked into the apartment.

“Hey,” Hunter said cheerfully. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

Luna thought back to her personal time in the shower. She blushed.

“I slept pretty well,” she replied. “And you? How did you sleep?”

“Not well, actually,” Hunter said seriously. “I was in some pain from all the intense training, but I’m sure it will go away soon. Just have to push through. It is all a part of hockey season.

Luna wished she could take his pain away. She wanted to give him a massage, touch him tenderly, and make him feel better. She let the thoughts of touching his body fade away.

“Hey,” Hunter started to say. “Hey, I was wondering if you could bring Adam by the rink sometime later today. Maybe you could bring him after lunch? He loves watching me train and play.”

She nodded. She was excited about this, too. She wanted to see Hunter play. She had been wondering what he looked like in ahockey jersey. She imagined he would still be sexy, perhaps even sexier.

“Yes,” she replied enthusiastically. “I definitely will bring him.”

Hunter smiled and thanked her before picking up his gym bag and heading out the door, a spring in his step. Knowing she would be watching him practice filled him with excitement; he wanted to show off his skills on the ice. As he walked, thoughts of impressing her swirled in his mind, mingling with the undeniable desire he still felt for her. The frustration of not being able to touch her was building, and he knew he would have to channel that energy into his performance on the ice.

Hunter arrived at the rink excited and ready to take charge. He was a seasoned player for a team with a reputation for being a good leader. He often took control during practice, and he was excited to showcase his leadership skills to his son and Luna. He wanted to impress them both. When he got to the locker room to change into his training uniform, he heard his teammates talking amongst themselves.

“Yeah, man, it could definitely be worse,” one teammate said. “Stella is hot for an older woman, bro. No lie, man. I would bang her.”

The men were gathered at one end of the locker room, engaged in lively conversation and laughter as they shared stories and jokes. Meanwhile, Hunter deliberately positioned himself at the opposite end, seeking a moment of solitude. While he acknowledged that Stella was an attractive older woman, he understood that, as their new coach, she deserved his utmost respect. He had no desire to participate in any inappropriate locker room talk about her; such behavior felt uncalled for.

Choosing to distance himself from the group, Hunter began undressing, focusing on his routine, and mentally preparing for practice. He took a deep breath, allowing the noise to fade as he concentrated on his own thoughts and goals for the day ahead.

“I mean, if she wasn’t our coach,” he heard one man say. “I’d have to take that girl for a test drive. You know what I mean, bro?”

Hunter quickly changed into his training uniform, locked his belongings in his locker, and got the hell out of there. On his way out of the locker room, he ran into Stella in the hallway leading to the ice rink.

“Sorry about that, ma’am,” Hunter said to Stella. “I didn’t see you there.”

He desperately hoped she couldn’t hear how the other men were talking about her.

“Oh, please,” Stella said with a smile. “Please, call me Stella.”

She reached out her hand for Hunter to shake. He thought it was odd she wanted him to call her by her first name. Calling her ma’am or coach elicited more respect, and she seemed to want to communicate on a personal level.

“Okay,” Hunter said with a smile. “Coach Stella, it is then.

He thought calling her Coach Stella was a fair compromise. Hopefully, she agreed with his suggestion.

“I’m actually glad you ran into me,” Stella said somewhat seductively. “I want you to lead the training this morning. I want to see each player’s leadership skills, and today is your lucky day; start with the same drill you guys ended with last practice. How does that sound?”

“Whatever you want, Coach Stella,” Hunter said while nodding his head in agreement.

“I told you,” Stella said while gently touching Hunter’s arm. “I told you, Hunter. Just call me Stella.”

He watched as Stella walked away, pondering whether she had been flirting with him. Surely, as a professional, she would act more appropriately, yet a part of him couldn’t help but wonder. He quickly dismissed the thought; his mind was still occupied with Luna. That reminded him—she would be arriving soon with his son. With a sense of purpose, he headed to the ice rink to prepare for training.