Pucked Over (Pucked 3)

“I was pretty scared I was going to end up with half a dick.”

She snorts. “Your half is most people’s average.”

“I’m glad I have all of it.”

I run a hand up and down her spine, thinking about how things went down after the accident. “Surgery was brutal. My mom stayed at the hospital the entire time ’cause my dad was away. He only came to see me once, and he freaked out. He was less worried about my feelings about the injury and more concerned about how it was going to impact my ability to play hockey. When I got out of the hospital, my dad had moved out.”

Lily lifts her head from my chest, her disgust almost soothing. “What?”

“It wasn’t because of what happened.” I look up at the ceiling. I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but I want to. “He had a hard time not putting his dick where it didn’t belong when he was away. I think my mom had had enough. My accident was a good reason to finally put an end to it.”

“I’m so sorry. That must have been tough.”

“He was away a lot, so I didn’t see much of him, anyway. Things were a lot less stressful once he was out of the picture.” I put my arm around Lily and roll her over so she’s under me. I don’t know how this conversation got so serious, or why I feel compelled to tell her all this personal shit. It’s not something I usually do, but then, blow jobs are also unusual. “We’re supposed to be having fun, aren’t we?”

“I thought we were having fun.” She runs her fingers through my hair.

“We should have more.” I cover her mouth with mine. Then I make her come with my mouth before I get inside her like I’ve wanted to for the past two weeks. Usually I keep my eyes on hers when I come, but this time I have to bury my face against her neck. It’s just too much.

***

The next day I hijack her from Waters’ house and take her back to my place. We spend the entire day screwing our brains out. Lily blows me in the shower and again in the living room while I’m trying to watch sports highlights. I feel like I’m making up for all the missed years of BJs in one week.

I don’t get to keep her the entire time she’s here, which sucks, but the time we do have is awesome—and we’re not always naked. Although, we are naked a lot. Two days before I’m scheduled to leave for the next away game, I get a message from Miller saying Waters booked ice time, and we need to get our asses in gear. And to bring Lily along.

We’re in bed. Lily’s lounging on my chest, flipping aimlessly through channels. She’s naked. As is my preference.

“You brought skates with you to Chicago, right?” I ask, skimming the contour of her hip. The thought of her in one of her skating outfits makes me instantly hard. I tent the sheets.

Lily pulls the covers off my dick, and he springs free, sticking straight up. Well, mostly straight. I’ve got a curve from the scar.

“I have a spare pair at Sunny’s. Why?” Lily circles the head with her fingertip, watching it jump. She thinks my scar is sexy. It’s interesting how one person’s reaction could change my perspective so quickly. She kisses from my neck to my chin.

“Because we’re going skating.”

She pauses in her mission to get her tongue back in my mouth. “Why would we do that when we can get our exercise here? We’re supposed to be fucking our faces off.”

I chuckle. “Waters scored a couple hours of ice time today. Miller and Sunny are gonna be there. It’ll be fun to do something other than get naked.”

“Naked is the most fun.”

“We’ll do that again later.” I attempt to roll off the bed, but Lily throws her leg over mine.

“Fine, but we’re already naked, and you’re hard, so we should do something about it before we go anywhere. Otherwise you’ll embarrass yourself with this.”

She strokes me a couple of times. I nab the box of condoms from the dresser and shake one out on the bed. Lily tears it open and rolls it on. I flip her over on her back, get inside her, and make her come like I always do.

Afterwards, we get dressed. I convince Lily to wear one of her skating outfits because I think they’re hot. We’re about twenty minutes later than we should be getting to the rink. But Waters rented it for two hours, so we’ve got plenty of time. Miller told me Waters wants to teach Violet how to skate, and he figured this would be the only way it would happen.