Page 41 of Pucked Up

Oh my God, shut up, Boden. Shut up.

“Boden?”

I blinked up at him and realized I’d been silent fora long time and probably missed whatever else he had to say. “Sorry. I couldn’t hear you.”

A half-lie. My hearing wasn’t great, but in a room like this, I could make out nearly everything he said. I was just, you know, lost in the fact that I was probably going to fall for this fucking guy, which would ruin everything.

“I need to go,” I said quickly. Reaching for my crutches, I heaved myself to my feet and cleared my throat loudly. “Thanks, um. Again.”

He didn’t respond other than a nod. His face looked torn, like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t stop me as I made my way into the hallway, checked left and right to make sure no one else was around, then hurried to my car as fast as my spasming legs would let me go.

I hadn’t had a seizure in years. My last one was so far back I could barely remember the details, but walking in after my evening with Hugo, I started to wonder if the foggy sensation was the start of one. I took a breath, sat on the couch, and waited.

And waited. But after an hour, nothing happened. It wasn’t shit in my brain misfiring. It was the fact that I’d just gotten fucked within an inch of my life, my ass spanked raw, and all by the one man I didn’twant to want. And I’d loved every godforsaken second of it.

But it also left me feeling weird and twisted up—still a little horny and also very alone in the empty condo.

Tucker and Amedeo weren’t around, and I knew it was only going to be a few months at best before Tucker untwisted his panties and told me that he wanted to move out. I’d been preparing for it for a while. He and Amedeo had been talking about getting a place for all of us to stay, but I wasn’t deaf enough to live with a couple of dudes who fucked like they needed dick to live.

Which was great for Tucker. The guy had been through it in ways I never wanted to imagine. I’d never known what it was like to be able-bodied. He and I had both been robbed of the chance to play in the NHL—though from everything I’d heard, even that wouldn’t have pleased his parents.

But I’d been living with the disappointment since birth. He was still getting over his accident. Oh, and his shit-stain of a brother who stole his girlfriend from right under his visually impaired eyes. Pretty sure there was a special place in hell for people like Killian.

So I understood why he and Amedeo wanted to fuck like desperate, rabid, horny rabbits. And I understood why they wanted to be loud about it. Especially Tucker, who couldn’t be quiet to save his life.

But yeah, it was getting a little exhausting, and Iwas starting to get headaches from how often I had to put on noise-canceling headphones. Not to mention, it would be nice to strip down to literally nothing and just exist with my dick and balls out, the fan wafting over my skin on a hot summer day.

I’d been living with Tucker since we got back from Beijing with our tails between our legs and realized that he was living off loans and other bullshit to make ends meet. I had a nice fat inheritance from my grandparents and an okay salary, so I could carry the financial weight for him and give him time to breathe.

It was only in the last few weeks that Tucker had gotten the PPHL coaching gig, which allowed him to breathe easier when rent was due. He could afford a nice house now, and he had Amedeo to drive him around. I think he was worried I’d feel like I was being left behind, but frankly, the idea of being able to sit on the couch and jerk myself silly without worrying about the front door opening was worth adjusting to living alone again.

Even if I would miss him.Andhis wide-eyed, perpetually anxious, not-quite-husband.

Jerking off sounded good right about now. I really was still horny as fuck just thinking about what Hugo and I had gotten up to. I could still feel a faint sting in my ass where he’d smacked me and the ghost of his fingers washing me clean of his come in the shower. I stood up and headed to my room because while Tucker was probably staying over with Deo, I was done with the days of uswalking in on each other with our dicks in our hands.

I closed and locked my bedroom door, then used the warming lube Micah had gotten me as a gift a couple of months ago. I hadn’t expected to like it, and frankly, I didn’t really. But there was something about the idea of keeping my cock warm while I remembered how impossibly hot Hugo had been when I was sinking inside him the night we met that had me tingly all over.

I settled myself with my triangle pillow behind me, two round pillows under each knee to keep my legs apart and my hips relaxed, and then I leaned back. The warmth of the lube started the moment I closed my hand around my dick.

My hips twitched, and my calves started to spasm. I didn’t have the best range of motion in either of my wrists, but I could squeeze tight enough to get myself off, and that’s all I needed. Hugo had already fucked all my anger out of me.

I just needed one last, tiny orgasm to get me through the night.

Just one last push so I could sleep.

I breathed out and pictured the look on Hugo’s face when I sank inside him. It was bliss. It was ecstasy.

My hand sped up, and my eyes slammed closed as my body reached toward its peak. “Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck, fuck. Hugo, more, please…”

BZZT BZZT!

BZZT BZZT!

“Fuck my life!” I let go of my dick as it started to flag a little, breathing hard as my phone had a mini tantrum on the nightstand. I could see Micah’s name on the screen, and I knew that fucker would only call me if it was an emergency.

I tried to sound like I hadn’t been jerking myself raw when I answered. “Hey, bud. What’s up?”

“Sorry to interrupt your little fuck fest or whatever you were up to,” he said. There was nowayhe could know. “But I need some help. I’m kind of stranded.”

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