Page 12 of No Pucks

“You’ll come when I want you to come.” I lean over and spit between us, letting the saliva drip down his shaft before spreading it with my fingers, taking my fucking time.

He hisses, hips fighting my hold as he gulps in needy pants. “Fuuuuck.”

I rub my thumb under his tip, and his whole body reacts.

“Please, just let me come. I will do fucking anything.”

“Anything?”

“I’ll get on my knees and worship your cock for the rest of the fucking night! Please, just let me come.” His words make my cock jump.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” I let go of his hip, sliding my hand up his chest to play with his nipples while he fucks himself into my fist.

Logan doesn’t disappoint.

He’s perfection in the form of a writhing, sweaty mess, quickly painting my chest with his cum. Before I have a chance to speak, he’s bent over, licking it off my pecs, taking special care of my nipples before sliding off my lap to kneel between my knees.

“You don’t have to?—”

He cuts me off. “I keep my word.”

“I might not—” I want to warn him so he doesn’t get discouraged.

“You’re hard,” he whispers, blowing his hot breath over my cock.

“That doesn’t mean…”

He flattens his tongue, licking me from base to tip. “I’m sure I can make you come again.”

His confidence isn’t misplaced, and his tongue performs miracles.

FOUR

LOGAN

Four months later

Istroll into the first day of practice, ready to finally get started on this choice of college career that has caused so much grief in my family. My dad wanted me to go to his alma mater, to play for the Massachusetts Monsters, but the last thing I want to do is play in a city where he has that much influence. I already committed to the Gods behind his back, but with him and Mother making up, I couldn’t stand the idea of giving him a win. I hate him for how he’s able to manipulate my mother.

Plus, the New York Gods hockey team is a dynasty. They have one of the best coaches in college history, and I won’t have to leave the city. I’m looking forward to playing for Rex. Everyone loves him.

Our first official practice of the year, and I can’t wait to get on the ice, but my gaze lands on someone I’m not expecting.

Him.

The guy I hooked up with months ago.

He looks meaner than he did that night but just as attractive, wearing a scowl, his arms crossed over his massive chest. I’vethought about him a lot since May, wondering if he took the job in NYC and if I’d run into him again. I guess that answers that.

But who is he? He must be on the coaching staff, but surely, I recognize a famous coach… Maybe he’s from a smaller program and Rex is giving him a chance as an assistant. I glance around, looking for Coach Rex. He’s nowhere in sight.

I nod to one of my new teammates. “Where’s Rex?”

“He died.”

I blink. “What?”

“Right?”

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