Page 94 of No Pucks

“I don’t mind a little sweat.” The hunger in his eyes turns me on more than anything.

“It was more than a little.” I press my shoulder blades against the cool tile, taking full advantage of the situation as I continue to lather my body. I’ll take any distraction I can get. “Why’d you follow me up?”

“I don’t like to wait.”

“You could help me go faster by helping.” I lock eyes with him as I work over my cock with the washcloth.

A low growl rumbles through him. “You’re taking your time on purpose.”

“You should show me a better way.” I offer the washcloth playfully.

His lip pulls in a silent snarl, but he reaches for it.

I grab his button down when he leans in, dragging him into the shower. He isn’t expecting it, so he doesn’t have time to fight. He stumbles over the edge, colliding with me. He’s fighting, but he’s already drenched under the spray. When he finally realizes, his body language changes, and he pins me against the wall, damp cloth rubbing up against my skin.

I drag my teeth over my lip, fighting a smile. “Oops.”

“You...”

“Yes?”

“Are going to pay for this.”

“Oh no. I’m so upset and concerned.” I don’t even try to fake my tone.

He growls in response, biting my neck while grabbing my cock. I work his clothes off, taking my time while I strip him, enjoying every inch of revealed tattooed skin. My mouth traces after my fingers. I trail my lips over his pecs and nipples, raising goosebumps on his skin. Working open his pants, I drop to my knees to worship his perfect, uncut cock. He steps out of his slacks, and I toss the soaked material out of the shower to focus on his boxer briefs. They cling to his skin, giving me the perfect outline. I mouth over his bulge, teasing.

He’s a beast of a man, with his dick as monstrous as the rest of him.

Peeling them off slowly, I lick his base, sending a shiver through his body.

He grabs my head before his dick is even out, holding me in place so he can insert himself down my throat. I take it, swallowing as he chokes off my air.

I crave it, crave the bliss touching him brings me. But before I’m rewarded with his cum, he hauls me to my feet, slowing us down with a kiss. I finish stripping off his soggy clothes so I can have his skin against mine.

“I need you inside me.”

“Anything you want.” He gets us both towels and takes me to bed.

We layin bed long after, not moving, both of us fully spent while the anxiety of the day’s events bleeds out of me. I don’t have it in me to care about my father anymore. I wish I could fully let go of him, but I know it’s not possible.

His fingers lightly trace over my skin.

I glance up from where I’m laying on his chest. “I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

“No, just thinking.”

“What about?” I ask, sure he won’t tell me.

He rolls his head on the pillow. “All the choices I’ve made to get me here.”

“Where is here?” I need to know how his head space is.

“In bed with you in a hotel in Boston.”

“And that is?” I’m not anxious about his answer, I realize. I want him, but I can’t chase a guy who doesn’t want to be here anymore.

I need more than that, I’m realizing by the minute. I need real. I’m tired of being alone on an island of solitude as my family implodes. Maybe it’s better to not date an ex-professional hockey player anyway. Do I want what my mother dealt with her whole life? All the cheating? Can I even trust someone like Anthony?

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