Puck Drills & Quick Thrills (CU Hockey 5)

“Good.” I keep my grip on his throat so he can’t move and use my other hand to shove his pants down his thighs, then slip his briefs lower until they’re tucked under his balls. There’s so much I want to do with him, but stepping away, even to shove him on the bed, isn’t going to happen. I spit into my hand and wrap it around his shaft.

“Mm …” West moans softly.

Forehead still on his, I look down between us as I start to jack him with my fist. He’s long and veiny, and the purplish head is swollen. I swipe my thumb over his slit, and a trickle of precum blooms.

My own cock is pressed hard against my fly, begging for release, but I ignore it for now.

“Undo your shirt,” I order, and West hurries to comply. Each button reveals more skin, more muscle, and when his abs come into view, I want to drop to my knees and worship them.

Instead, I pull back and loosen my hold on his throat, reaching up to run two fingers over his lips. He opens for me, and I plunge inside. My fingers stroke over his tongue as West starts to suck, and I’m already picturing the wet heat and delicious suction around my dick.

I press down on his tongue, and West gags. “Get them nice and wet.”

He hums, then starts to suck and lick in earnest. He keeps eye contact with me the whole time, and it’s so hot I can’t look away. As attracted to him as I am, I never expected to actually end up like this.

My fingers hook behind his bottom teeth, dragging his mouth wide before they finally slip free.

His breaths fall from swollen lips in small bursts. “Kiss me?”

Goddamn. I surge forward, pinning his body with mine as I reach for his ass. His kiss is like the last one, needy and passionate. His tongue licks into my mouth, and I catch it with my lips, sucking and nipping until I coax a low sound from him that makes my cock throb.

I tighten my grip on his shaft, picking up the pace and stroking with purpose as my other hand slips into his crease. My slick fingers run down to his entrance, and he lets out a shuddering groan as I circle his hole.

West scrambles for my pants, but I pull back and quickly shake my head. “Not yet. I don’t want to be distracted while I watch you come.”

“I’m close.”

“Good.”

My mouth meets his again. Each stroke is firm and fast, and I twist my hand over the tip, gathering up the precum leaking out and smearing it down his length. My other fingers tap his hole, pressing and rubbing lightly until West starts to lose control. He thrusts into my fist like he can’t stop himself.

“Fuck,” he gasps when his mouth breaks from mine, and I duck my head to suck the spot beneath his jaw. His salty skin tastes delicious, and with every wet kiss I leave along his neck, I want more. Want to keep tasting, keep touching.

This shouldn’t be happening.

I can’t make it stop.

His heavy breaths stutter, hips falling out of rhythm, and I pull back. I’m just in time to see him unleash. West’s head drops back as spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum covers my hand and his abs.

He grunts through it, muscles taut, and I lean in to lick a stripe up the tendon in his neck.

“Wow, I … wow.” He shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it. “That, umm … I needed that.”

Letting go of his softening dick, I pull him into my arms. I’m still hard and desperate for him, but I give him time to recover, and when I kiss him, it’s slower, more controlled.

“Play your cards right and I’m sure we can make it happen at least one more time tonight.”

West flips us so I’m up against the wall. “How does right now sound?”

13

Westly

“It’s your turn.” I step back and get rid of the rest of my clothes.

Jasper watches me with his lips parted, his chest rising and falling in quick bursts, but he doesn’t make a move.

Hooking up with Jasper tonight? Definitely not part of the plan. Especially after I joked about it the other day and he shot me down.

This isn’t what his reunion was supposed to be about, but there’s no denying that right now I don’t give a shit. The moment I kissed him against his locker, I became the old me. The person I’ve slowly lost over the last year.

It might only be for one night, but I need these few hours where I can be irresponsible and make mistakes.

And sleeping with Jasper Eckstein will be a mistake.

Even though I love the power dynamic of him being dressed while I’m completely naked and exposed for him, I want to see every inch of the body that he’s worked so hard to achieve, so I step forward again and unbutton his shirt.