Page 101 of Off-Ice Misconduct
There’s no sass, no sarcasm when he says that, only pure earnestness laced with a plea that I’ll believe him. Am I onehundred percent sure that he’s not gonna leave my ass in the morning? No. But I’m taking his anyway, and then we’ll see.
I have to know.
We have to know.
This feels big, bigger than us.
Is that what real love is like?
“Spread these thick legs for Daddy, princess,” I tell him. “Feet on the bed.”
He obeys quickly, and I slide the pink thong aside to play with his hole. I want to leave these on. Besides how gorgeous they look on his big frame, they trap his cock nicely. I love having his cock tucked away and at my mercy. From the way his breathing stutters, he does, too.
Now I dump the lube, more than enough to make him wet and slippery, but without ruining his pretty panties. I wanna keep these. I twist two of my fat fingers into him. He’s open for me, splayed wide.
“Such a good boy, showing Daddy your hole like that.”
“Fuck. I’m on a hair trigger, Luke. You’re gonna make me come, talking like that.”
There’s juuuuust enough ass cheek available to me with him on his back.Crack!“No. You don’t have permission until I’m inside of you, baby.”
“Mmmm, but those fingers aren’t fair. You know what your fingers do to me. Please,pleasegimme your cock. I’m ready for it.”
I have a new problem, though. I want to take him. I want to turn him over, grab his hips, and drill my cock into his ass so fucking hard that he forgets his name. Forgets everything, except for me, hanging onto reality by my cock alone.
Doing that means love to me. But to most, they want the sweet-ass shit. They want staring into eyes, slow-boning, and whispered endearments. I guess I could force myself to do thatif he wants me to, nothing wrong with any of that, but to me, it’s the rough stuff that’s meaningful. It’s carving my dick into his insides and embossing my marks onto his body.
That’s how I’m wired. That’s my love language.
Is it too much to want to be with someone who has the same love language rather than having to mold mine to fit theirs? Or even the other way around. I’d never want someone forcing themselves to be something they’re not, just to be with me.
“Yawn,” he says. Yeah, says. It’s not a real yawn; it’s him being a fucking brat. I wait for whatever asinine thing’s about to come out of his mouth. “Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree here. You promised a taking, an owning. This is some basic ass?—”
“Shut the fuck up, McKinnon. Or at least make that mouth of yours useful and start begging for mercy.”
A strangled yelp peals out of him as I flip him over.
21
Ace
Have I been poking the bear? No, it’s worse. I’ve been poking at a werewolf. But look, I can take it, okay? I’m bashed into the boards for hours by one-hundred-and-eighty-pound human battering rams and beaten by hockey sticks. Whatever Luke does to me with his dick’ll be a cake walk and feel awesome.
I’m ravenous. Desperate for his cock. For him. I’ve been dreaming about getting wrecked by that cock for so long, it’s basically part of my personality by now. There’s no way one time will be enough. I’ll want more, every day, every second. So let’s get fucking started already!
We won our home game earlier. I kept scanning the crowd, half expecting—half-hoping—Luke would show, maybe a cup of coffee in hand, maybe wearing the Scorpions jacket his brother gave him. But he fucking hadn’t, and I swear for a minute, I was dying. My insides clawed as if something with sharp nails was climbing them.
He’s been staying away from my games.
To be fair, I hadn’t asked him to be there, since every time he has come, he shows up the next day with raw knuckles. But we’d made our weird-ass unspoken declaration, and I thought maybe he’d come because he was already missing me as much as I was missing him.
Yeah, missing him as if he’d gone off to war, or something, instead of being just across campus. Fuck, I dunno what boyfriends do, but I’ve seen the way Shep and Huddy are. At least, the way they used to be. Hudson never missed a game. Couldn’t stand to be away from Shep.
What was I thinking? That Luke and I would suddenly morph into the couple-y types? I spent the afternoon feeling like a delusional idiot.
But then his words played on repeat in my head.
I’d walk into the underworld to retrieve you, princess.
