Page 217 of Pucking Around

Then he spins around, his eyes like black coals as he crosses the room in two strides, both hands coming up to cup my face as he drags me down. I barely have time to suck in a breath before his mouth is on mine and he’s claiming all my air in a fevered kiss.

I groan, loving the press of his body so close to mine. This kiss is even better than the first one. I feel his strength with each press of his lips, his need to dominate buried just beneath the surface of his iron self-control. I want him unraveled. I want him undone.

With one hand gripping his shoulder, I drop my other hand between us and cup his hard cock. He groans, pressing his hips into my hand. He can’t help himself. I feel desperate to do the same.

“This is mine,” I growl. “Do anything you want with Rachel. Please god, if you’re listening, let me witness it. Let me be there,” I tease, my lips against Caleb’s mouth, sharing his air. “But no other men. This is my cock, Caleb. I ride it. I suck it. I fuck it. It’smine. Promise me that, and I’ll give you anything.”

He leans back, looking into my eyes, his parted lips wet with my kisses. Then he drops his hands to my hips and jerks me forward. “I want everything, Jake. Every piece of you.”

We fall back together, kissing like two men dying of hunger. As we kiss, my hand slips inside the top of his pants with barely enough room to wrap around his dick. I don’t have the space to jerk it, so I just hold on and squeeze, letting him move his hips in search of some friction.

Then he shoves my shoulders, sending me stumbling back until I hit the exam table with my hip. I slip my hand out of his pants, both hands gripping to the table’s edge as I steady myself.

Cay tugs up my jersey with one hand, his other dropping to my hockey pants, fingers finding the buckle of my belt. The sound of that soft click fills my senses as I feel the pants loosen. Then he drops his fingers down to the tie.

“Here, let me,” I murmur, trying to take over for him. Fuck, I feel like a fifteen-year-old virgin, fingers fumbling. This is crazy. Why am I so nervous? I’ve sucked his cock; I’ve fucked his ass. But here I am, hands shaking, like this is my first time.

He catches me by the wrist and holds me still as he gazes up at me. “Let me,” he murmurs.

“It’s complicated,” I say, thinking of all the layers trapping me—jock and garter, hockey pants, shin pads, socks, chest protector, jersey. I’m taped into my damn socks from the outside. I’m still wearing my skates—

“Jake…”

I look down at him, chest fluttering with nerves.

“I know how to undress you,” he says with half a smile.

Fuck, of course he does. He played hockey for twenty years. He’s my damn equipment manager. I huff a nervous laugh and nod.

“I only want one thing,” he murmurs, his fingers working lose the laces of my pants as he tips up on his toes, kissing me.

I groan, my hands gripping his shoulders as I let him work me open. Both his hands slip inside my padded pants, fingers snagging the top of my jock. He sucks my bottom lip, teasing with his teeth as he tugs on the elastic waistband with his left hand, his right diving inside to fist my hard cock.

We both groan, my body going limp as he works his fist slowly up and down my shaft. His hand is rough, but I don’t fucking care. It’s Caleb and he’s touching me and he’s kissing me, and I never want him to stop.

“Keep kissing me,” he pants against my lips. “That’s all I want. Jake,please—”

I grab his face with both hands, drowning him in my kisses. I give him everything, holding nothing back. My sweat is drying on my face, leaving our kisses tasting salty. I’m grimy and bloody and if I don’t get out of this kit, I’ll start to fucking stink, but I don’t care. Caleb just said ‘kiss me’ and no force on earth will stop me.

There’s not much he can do other than work my cock one-handed, but it’s enough. Fuck, is it enough. I’m wound so tight from the game, from the fight, from this emotional release a decade in the making. Caleb is mine. Hewantsto be mine.

“Cay,” I pant, breaking our kiss. My hips press back against the table as I hold still, his thumb brushing over the tip of my dick, smearing my precum. I bite my lip with a groan, eyes shut tight. As I open them, he’s still standing there. “I love you,” I whisper.

His hand stills on my dick. “Jake—”

“I love you,” I say again, more confidence in my voice this time. “I’m in love with you, Cay.”

He sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he leans in, cupping my sweaty, bleeding face with his free hand. “Fucking finally. A guy can only hold out for so long.”

We both laugh, our lips finding each other as he presses in, his fist working my cock again.

The rattle of the doorknob is the only warning we have before the door swings open. “Hey Sanford, you in here—”

Caleb does his best to shove off me and step back, his hand slipping from my pants. He doesn’t turn around, so he can’t see the look on Jerry’s face as he stands there in the doorway, taking in the scene.

He can’t, but I can. Good ole Jerry’s mouth opens wide like he’s a damn cartoon character. There’s nothing to see as we’re both fully clothed, but there’s everything to know. And fuck, but he knows.

“I—I’ll just come back,” he squawks, turning on his heel and rushing away.

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