Puck Drills & Quick Thrills (CU Hockey 5)

“—fuck, so good. So fucking good.”

Jasper stills, buried inside me with his cock pressing against my prostate.

“No, don’t stop,” I beg. “I swear I’m about to come untouched.”

He leans over me and kisses my left shoulder blade. “I like you like this. So desperate. But you can’t come until I have.”

“Huh?” I can barely concentrate on his words because instead of long, deep thrusts, he’s changed to short and shallow ones. He’s toying with me, playing with that spot deep inside me that makes my knees weak and my toes numb.

“You can’t come like this. You’ll jizz all over my keyboard, and I don’t want to explain to the dean why I need a new one.”

“Tell him the hockey team has to pay for it.”

“Oh yeah, that’ll go down well, but speaking of going down, if you hold out long enough, I’ll blow you until you come in my mouth instead.”

“Fuuuuck. I don’t think I can do it.”

“You can, and you will. Or you’ll buy me the new keyboard.”

“That might actually be worth it.”

“West,” Jasper warns. His hand on my throat tightens.

“Okay, I won’t come. But you need to be superfast.”

“Trust me, I will be.”

There’s something deliciously dirty about a quick fuck. My pants are around my ankles, his are around his thighs, our shirts are still on, but he’s turning me inside out like this isn’t his office and we’re not doing this on Colchester’s time.

When Jasper starts pounding into me, I get too close to the edge, and I need a distraction. His computer is still open to his work, a spreadsheet of students and grades, so I focus on them instead of the feel of him in my ass.

Poor Gael Whitelaw is getting a D.

I have to keep from coming. Not because I don’t want to buy him a new keyboard—I’d buy him a new computer if I had to—but because I want Jasper to be proud of me. And okay, I want him to suck me down and drink me up.

I try to read more, but my brain fuzzes over. My vision blurs, and my head spins. I have to grip the edge of the desk in fear of falling headfirst through Jasper’s monitor. My cock aches and wants to be touched. Hell, it just wants some friction to take the edge off. Jasper needs to hurry the fuck up.

He must be close because he removes his hand from my throat and grips my hip on both sides. His breathing builds into a crescendo, and knowing he’s toeing that line, knowing he’s right there … I look down, and a drop of precum leaks from my slit and runs down my shaft.

I’m too close. I’m at the point where I don’t care about the consequences of coming all over his things. And then, as if putting me out of my pure misery—

“West …” Jasper tenses and grunts that all-telling sound of him giving in to his release.

I wait impatiently as he keeps thrusting, drawing out his orgasm but only prolonging my own. When he pulls out of me, he falls back on his leather office chair and smacks my ass.

“Turn around.”

As soon as I do, he scoots forward and swallows my dick to the root. I’m not as embarrassed as I probably should be that he has his lips wrapped around my cock for all of two seconds before I unload down his throat.

I come so hard, my release dribbles out the side of his mouth, and fuck if that doesn’t make me come some more.

We’re both breathing heavy and silent when he pulls off me.

His pale blue eyes meet mine, and then he smiles. “I’d say we should make this a habit, but I’m late for class, and you have fifteen minutes until practice starts.”

“Worth it.”

“You all good to get yourself cleaned up?” He stands and pulls off the condom, reaching for a tissue from the box on his desk to wipe himself down. He hands me the box when he’s all done.

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Can I kiss you?” Jasper asks. “My mouth tastes like cum, and I figured you were here for the sex.”

I grip his hand and pull him against me, pressing my lips to his. “Just so you know, I will never say no to having your mouth on me.”

“Can we find some time this week to catch up properly?”

“I can maybe do coffee one day? The practice schedule is getting grueling. The guys are gonna make it all the way this year. I can feel it.”

Jasper nods. “Just let me know when.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I wouldn’t want to keep you from your sportsball. Puck.” He cocks his head. “Hockey sticks?” With a shake of his head and a half-hearted “Whatever,” he shoulders his bag and leaves, slipping out the smallest crack in the doorway he can manage so no one passing by sees me in my state of undress.