Page 61 of No Pucks

He drops his hungry gaze down my body, and instead of jumping me like I expect, he takes a step back.

I narrow my eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Not giving in.”

“Are you seriously not going to fuck me?” I barely control my voice, almost shaking with all the pent up emotion. I hadn’t even realized how emotional I am, but this is too much.

“I will when you stop fighting me.”

“I’m not fighting you! I’m fucking naked, trying to get you to fuck me.”

He cocks his head, putting on his serious ‘coach’ face. It pisses me off, but he’s even hotter like this. “You obviously want to keep doing this, right?”

“I’m in your hotel room.”

“Then stop fighting it. I’m here. I’m risking a lot.” He wraps his hand around his perfect fucking dick and strokes himself over his pants, taunting.

“I can’t be any other way,” I say, using the last bits of my emotionality.

“You can. You’re stopping yourself. If you want me to put myself in this position, I want more.”

I press my eyes closed while my hand falls away from my cock. “What if I don’t have more?”

He grabs my jaw, startling me, before his lips find mine. “I’m sure you do.”

“What do you want?” I ask, giving over to his kiss, letting his tongue inside me.

“To stop fighting it. Fighting me.” He fully invades, owning me with tongue and teeth.

The only thing keeping me upright is his body pressed against mine, his hand on my jaw. “I’ll try.”

“I’m not taking excuses from you anymore, here or on the ice.” He unbuttons his slacks, slowly sliding the zipper down, taking his sweet fucking time.

I lift my lip in a snarl, but I don’t have the energy to fight back.

“So you can shut up without my cock in your mouth.” Amusement dances in his eyes as he tears open a condom.

I sag with relief, but he drags me away from the window, walking me to the credenza. I sit on the edge of it while he pulls a bottle of lube from somewhere, and I wrap my legs around him, grabbing his cock before he even coats himself, lining him up.

He tears my hand off his dick and pins it to the wall above my head. “You aren’t in control.”

Our eyes meet as he teases himself over my hole.

“I’m going to torture you with every inch.” He pushes forward, giving me just his tip.

I clench around him, groaning. “I need more, Anthony.”

His expression changes, surprise written in the lines near his eyes. “You can learn.” He slides in a little deeper. “Keep going.”

I huff out a breath. “I like you.”

He sinks deeper, and my cock aches, dripping pre-cum, but I don’t dare touch it, knowing he’ll pin my other arm.

“And I do want to keep doing this with you.” I gently cup his face.

He puts his hand over mine, giving me all of him. “I like this side of you.”

I press my heels into his ass, keeping him there. He rocks slowly, and I’m adrift in the sea of the moment. We stay there for a minute, lost in each other.

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