Page 48 of No Pucks

I gasp, sitting back on my heels, staring at him.

“What?” he asks.

“You are actually going to stop fighting me?”

He looks away. “I don’t know.”

I climb back into his lap, grabbing his face with both hands. “You know my dad will be at the game tomorrow.”

He makes a face into the kiss. “The prospect of your father is not doing it for me.”

“You don’t want to face my father knowing I’ll be filled with your cum while on the ice?” I look him right in the eyes as I say it and feel him harden against my ass. “That’s what I thought.”

“This is so fucking wrong.” He picks me up and sets me on the edge of his desk.

I hook my legs around his hips, not letting him run if that’s what he has planned. “Is it wrong? Or what you deserve?”

“You’re evil.”

I hold my thumb and first finger an inch a part before shamelessly undoing his pants. This time, he doesn’t stop me. I open his jeans and wrap my fingers around his thick cock. His head falls back while his body arches into my touch. I love the way he looks when he finally gives in. Everything about this man is perfection. Never in my life have I been so turned on.

“Your hands...”

“Do you like them better than my mouth?” I gently grab his balls with my free hand, giving them some pressure.

“Nothing is better than your mouth.”

I push at him so I can get him in my mouth again. “Good, because I’m already craving your taste again.”

“I want your ass, but I don’t have any condoms.” His words catch me off guard.

“Don’t fucking tease me.”

“I should fill you before you see your dad.” He curls his fingers into my sweats while half picking me up to pull them off in one swoop. “So you can look him in the eyes and know who your ass belongs to.”

“You’ll have to fuck me again tomorrow morning to get the full effect.”

He grabs my cock harshly, using it and his hand on my ass to pull me to the edge of the desk so I’m barely balanced on it. “You are determined to make me cross every line, aren’t you?”

“You’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

FIFTEEN

ANTHONY

He’s impossible and intoxicating.

Saying no to him is like trying to avoid breathing. Logan makes me feel alive again when I’ve been a zombie for years. I chase the high of it, of him. So eager and greedy. I dread thinking of him like this with anyone else.

He fights me until I let him get on his knees again and he swallows me whole. He somehow knows exactly what I like. But he’s too slow and I need to come. I grab his hair, fucking myself into his lips. He looks up at me, happiness glinting in his eyes. This is exactly what he wanted.

He digs his fingers into my hips, and I pull back enough to let him suck in a breath. His face is red as he draws in oxygen raggedly. I only give him a few seconds before I’m back down his throat, and he’s grinning because he knows he’s in control. I love it.

I stroke his cheeks, caressing his face. He groans around me, tightening his grip, begging for more. His tongue lavishes over my cock, giving me the best blow job of my life. I’d tried to tell myself that night was just because it had been so long.

But now, I know it wasn’t. It’s Logan.

He is otherworldly and forbidden.

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