Puck Drills & Quick Thrills (CU Hockey 5)

“Here’s your chance to replace bad hockey player memories with good ones,” I murmur.

“How so?”

I slip the shirt off Jasper’s wide shoulders, then let my fingers run over his full pecs and cut abs. “Haven’t you ever thought about what you’d do if Thomas was in front of you, asking you to do whatever you want to him?” I lower my voice to a whisper. “What would you want, Jasper?”

He hesitates. “I-ideally, I’d break his nose, but you already took care of that for me.”

I laugh as I undo his belt buckle. “You’re welcome. But after you broke his nose … would you push him down to his knees and make him beg, or would you take what you want and fuck his mouth until his eyes watered and you unloaded down his throat?”

“Shit.”

While I lower his zipper, I lean in. “Take it. Take what you want from me.”

Jasper shudders.

“Use me.”

That does it. His strong hand grips my shoulder and pushes me down, and I’m quick to pull his pants and underwear to his ankles. Jasper’s cock juts out, so thick and mouthwatering.

I love this part, being the one on my knees, having someone else take control so I can just feel. It’s been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to be with anyone.

Jasper weaves his fingers into my hair and pulls tight until my scalp stings. I let out a shuddery breath that takes all the bullshit with it. My mind fuzzes as euphoric lust takes over my entire body.

I wait for Jasper to take the lead, to tell me to beg or to guide my mouth to his cock, but he just stares down at me with a kind of awed expression on his face.

I subtly nod, encouraging him to take this. He might think I’m doing this for him, but I’m actually not. I need this.

For the longest time, my brain has been on a constant loop of grief, kids, guilt, responsibility, frustration that I haven’t had the time to think about myself.

“Please.” I need his cock in my mouth.

Jasper gives me what I want, taking his cock in his free hand and running the tip over my lips. I close my mouth over him and try to suck him down, but he pulls out. The sting in my hair returns as he forces me to look up at him.

“I’m in control here.” His growl turns me on, and my cock begins to harden again. Jasper notices and smiles. “Fuck, you really are younger than me.”

“Ten years is nothing.”

“Except when it comes to refractory periods evidently.”

“Or you’re super hot, and I want to make tonight count.”

Understanding flashes in his eyes. “Because we can only have tonight.”

I swallow hard. “I don’t date. I can’t. My life—”

Jasper leans over so his lips hover near mine. “I understand. No need to explain.” With a soft kiss that somehow reassures me and turns me on even more, he goes back to where he was before, his cock teasing my lips while he holds my hair tight enough I can’t take over control. “Open those fuckable lips for me.”

I do as he says and silently beg him to plunge in deep, but he continues to taunt me by going so slow. It’s both torturous and amazing because my anticipation only multiplies. He moves in and out of my mouth, throwing his head back and moaning low.

He gets a feel for my mouth, how far he can go before I gag, and then he steps closer and forces his cock to the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose, but the urge to swallow is too much, and spit dribbles out of my mouth.

“Look at me,” he orders, and my watery gaze flicks upward. “Can you take it?”

All I can do is nod, but it’s enough. Playtime is over. He moves his other hand to cup the side of my head, and he doesn’t hold back.

Jasper takes what he wants, pumping into my mouth over and over in a steady rhythm until his breathing becomes ragged and his perfectly styled hair falls in his face.

His thrusts become erratic, and I swear he’s close, but before he comes down my throat, he slows down. Breathing heavy, he drags his cock slowly from my mouth.

“What’s wrong?” My voice is hoarse from his dick playing with my tonsils, and Jasper’s eyes darken.

“Absolutely nothing. But unlike you, I probably only have one shot at this tonight, so I think we should make the most of it.”

A sly smile spreads across my face. “There are other things you want to do to me?”

He goes from the confident man he was two seconds ago, ramming my throat with his thick cock, to looking like someone who wants to ask something but is chickening out.

“You want to fuck me?” I ask.