Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys 1)

“No challenge. You’ve never been a challenge.” One of my hands twists through his hair to yank his head back, while the other reaches for his belt. “Do you really want me to fuck you?”

Ezra pushes back with his hips. “Yes. Hell yes.”

“Even knowing that every time I see you, I’ll remind you of this? That it was me who tore you apart and made you come. I won’t say a word …” As soon as his belt is free, I yank down his zipper and push his pants to his thighs. Then I reach into his briefs and pull out his cock. “I’ll look at you and you’ll know.”

“I don’t care. Just do it already.”

I start to stroke him, and Ezra lets out a strangled gasp. His cock is one thick handful, and I almost regret not getting to suck him off, but I know what I want. I’m going to fuck Ezra stupid and shut him up once and for all.

“Hands on the wall.”

“Make me.” He grinds his ass back into my cock, making it throb.

With a grunt, I let him go and shove his chest flat into the wall. I press up against him as I reach for my wallet and retrieve the lube and condom I have stashed in there. I undo my pants, quickly tear the condom open and roll it down my aching shaft, and then open the lube and dribble it into his crack.

My fingers follow the lube until I’m rubbing his hole. “Beg for my cock.”

“Never.”

I push the tip of my forefinger inside him. “Beg me.”

“Fuck off.” He shudders as I work the rest of my finger inside him, and it doesn’t take long until he’s grinding back to meet each stroke.

I’m deliberately slow and shallow, even when I add another finger, and I can tell by the way Ezra pushes back that he’s getting frustrated.

“I can give you what you want,” I say into his ear. I’m about a breath away from taking him anyway. “All you have to do is either beg me or put your hands on the goddamn wall.”

Even on the ice, I’ve never seen him move so fast. His hands hit the wall above his head, curving his back and making his ass stick out deliciously. Once I’m sure he’s stretched enough, I pull back to look at him.

He glances back over his shoulder, and his stare immediately drops to my covered dick. “I’m on PrEP. You don’t need a condom—”

My chuckle is low and deep. “Yeah, that’s never going to happen. I don’t go bare with hookups.” I step closer and grab my dick, running it down between his ass cheeks. “Last chance to chicken out.”

“You wish.”

He’s barely got the words out before I’m pushing inside. God, he’s so tight and hot, and I watch every second it takes me to slide in and bottom out.

I take a moment to control myself, because I’m going to follow through. I’m going to make him come first.

“What was it you called me? A ten-second man?” I pull back and slam inside him.

Ezra groans. “Still haven’t proved me wrong yet, have you?”

That’s what he wants? Then that’s what he’ll get.

I grab his hips and then pull back until I’m almost the whole way out before pounding back into him. The first thrust almost sends him face-first into the wall, and he scrambles to adjust his hold before it happens again.

I’m not careful. I don’t give him time to catch his breath.

I start fucking him with purpose, using him, taking years’ worth of anger out on his ass. Ezra has always rubbed me the wrong way, and now, for the first time ever, he’s finally rubbing me exactly the way I need.

“Listen to you,” I gasp as I pound into him. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Being fucked? Who doesn’t?”

I almost laugh. “Wait until tomorrow. When your cock has settled down and you remember it was me. When the realization sets in that you were owned by Anton Hayes.” Nrg. That makes me so hot, I’m closer to the edge than I realized.

“What about you?” He’s breathless, pushing back to meet me. “When you remember how easily you gave in. How easily I played you.”

His gravelly voice goes straight to my balls. I want him to both shut up and keep talking, but I’m determined not to let him have the last word.

I bite his ear until he cries out. “I want this moment burned into your brain. And when I lift that Stanley Cup into the air this year, this will be the moment it reminds you of.”

Then I straighten, press his face to the wall, grab his cock with the other hand, and let loose. Every thrust forces his cock to slide through my fist. Forces my balls to smack against his ass. I’m grunting, sweaty. The sounds coming from him are filthy and sexy, and the raw smell of sex is turning me on, pushing me higher.