Puck Drills & Quick Thrills (CU Hockey 5)

“I do, but … well, are we compatible …”

“I can go both ways. You?”

“My preference is to top, but I didn’t bring any supplies,” he says. “This is not how I thought this was going to go.”

“You and me both.” I stand. “Let me see what I can rustle up.” I pray I have some supplies leftover from my playing days. I had some stashed in all my suitcases I took away.

In my duffle, I unzip the hidden inside zipper and hit the jackpot. Travel lube and condoms, though I have to check the use-by date.

“You have some?” Jasper asks.

“I think so. I can’t make out this date though. Is that a two or a five?” I throw him the condom. “How long do condoms last? They would’ve been in here at least a year.”

“That’s definitely a five. We’re good.”

“Thank fuck.” I stand and throw the lube on the bed.

Jasper laughs. “Technically, I guess that’s what this is. A thank-you fuck.”

“If you ever need someone else’s nose broken, I’m your man. Hell, I’ll break random people’s noses if it means you’ll fuck me. Whatever you want. Just get inside me already.”

Jasper’s easygoing and joking nature disappears as he tells me to get on the bed.

“How do you want me? On my hands and knees, on top, underneath you, on my side—”

“Yes.”

“Might need to pick one to start off with. I’m not that bendy.”

“On your back. I want to see that athletic physique in all its glory.”

“Mm, whatever you want, Professor.”

I lie back on the bed, my head hitting the pillows, and I watch as Jasper rolls the condom down his thick shaft.

I’m not completely hard again yet, but with this sight, I’m getting there. I stroke myself slowly while Jasper rips the packet of lube open and coats himself with it.

“Lift your legs and show me that hole,” Jasper orders.

I’m quick to do whatever he says. His knees hit the bed, and then he crawls between my legs and sits back on his ankles, putting his long and jacked torso on full display.

Jasper’s pale blue eyes meet mine, alive with heat and lust, and his hair is still messy across his forehead. It’s the most unkempt I’ve ever seen the always put-together math professor. It’s also the hottest I’ve ever seen him.

He bats away my hand from my cock and takes over stroking me while he slips his fingers between my ass cheeks and circles my hole.

It’s been too long since I’ve been touched like this, and I go from slightly aroused to so needy for it I have to bite my lip to stop from pleading for him to take me right now.

I need to be patient because as much as I’m dying for him to tear me in two, I need to be ready.

“Let me in, West,” Jasper says. “Let me take care of you.”

Those words hit me square in the chest, and I’m able to open for him. He fingers my ass while stroking my cock, and I have to grip the comforter in my fists to stop from spilling over the edge.

I let out a breathy “I’m ready,” and then Jasper’s body covers mine.

He kisses me hard while he inches his way inside me, but once I can take him easily, he follows through on everything he said he wanted.

He pounds me until I’m begging for it harder, and then he pulls out and rolls me to my side before pushing back in.

Simultaneously, Jasper takes what he needs while giving me exactly what I want. And when he pushes me onto my stomach and fucks me into the mattress, the friction from the bed below on my cock is the thing that sets me off untouched.

I cry Jasper’s name as I come, and he stills inside me.

He grunts and groans through his release until he slumps onto my back.

“Best high school reunion ever,” he whispers.

I wake up wrung out, sore, but so fucking happy and sated. The second bed in the room stayed completely untouched last night, and waking to someone wrapped around me has never felt so … secure. That might not be the right word for it, but it’s like Jasper takes away all the stress that’s been ingrained the last year.

“Morning,” Jasper rumbles and rolls away.

I didn’t realize he was awake. I lean up on my elbow. “Hey.”

He yawns and reaches for his phone. “What’s the time?”

“Probably early. Maybe even early enough for another round before that brunch thing we’re going to.”

Jasper turns to face me but brings the sheet over his lap, so I can’t see any of the good stuff. “About that …”

I run my hand up his thigh. “About another round or the brunch?”

“The brunch. When I heard the guys saying all that shit about me last night—”

“They’re assholes.”

“I know that, but I realized that they will never change, and I … don’t actually care.”