Page 17 of Puck Me Harder

“I’m the best in the league with a stick for a reason,” he says, his lips moving against my ear as he rubs the tip of my toy against my pussy.

I moan into the mattress, the sensations so familiar and yet so foreign. I don’t know what he’s doing differently — I can’t see it from my position — but Kai makes my dildo feel a hundred times better than I ever have.

“This is going to be so much better when it’s my cock, but I’ll make you come anyway I can, Dakota,” Kai croons against my ear. His breath tickles me, but it’s the way he’s sliding the toy against me that really takes my breath away.

“Oh fuck, Kai. That feels so good,” I whimper.

I feel the tip slip between my lips, sliding ever-so-slightly into me before dipping down, spreading my wetness down to my clit. I gasp as I feel him turn the vibration on, sending pleasurable rumbles coursing through my sensitive pussy.

“You’ve made me jealous for the first time in my life, you know. Jealous of a toy,” his words are smooth, bypassing my brain altogether and going straight down my spine to punch into me.

He pulls the toy away, making me whimper again as I rock my hips back, chasing it.

“Look at me, Dakota,” Kai whispers, and I twist my head to meet his eyes.

Kai slips his tongue along the tip of my toy, tasting me off it. It’s so fucking hot I almost come from the sight alone.

“Fuck, Kai. Eat me. Please?” I groan. “Put your mouth on me.”

Kai flashes me one of those brain-melting, panty-incinerating smiles, and is kneeling behind me before I can blink.

“Even sexier up close,’ he murmurs.

And then his mouth is too busy to speak.

If I thought Kai’s stick handling was good, his filthy mouth is even better. His tongue laps greedily at me, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin of my thighs as he works his mouth up and down.

His lips wrap around my clit and I swear loudly, my hands clawing at the headboard as I desperately try to hold on as the earth moves beneath me.

“Good girl,” Kai says, his breath tickling along my most sensitive parts.

The praise cuts through the fog of pleasure and reignites desire. I’ve never come twice in one night before, not even with my toy on max speed, but Kai’s tongue has me seeing stars again within minutes.

I don’t know how long I’m lost in my own orgasm. I shudder and sob against the mattress. There’s paint under my nails, and despite what I said about blood on my carpet, there’s no way the hotel isn’t billing me for this room.

“Kai,” I say once I can think again. “Stay with me? I don’t want you to go.”

His warmth slides up into the bed next to me and Kai pulls the heavy comforter up over both of us. I know I’m asking for trouble, but I can’t push him any farther away.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ace.”

6

Kai

The Rays picked the wrong day to play dirty.

It’s opening night at Snow Summit Stadium, and the seats are packed with Hawk fans. The energy is palpable, spreading across the ice as the game ticks on.

There’s a reason hockey players have such bad reputations. A reason that puck bunnies exist— Blue balls make for angry, violent players.

Which might explain why the Rays are so determined to crack skulls tonight.

Spending a night with Dakota in my arms, her warmth pressed against me? Sweet torture. A torture I’ll gladly endure as long as it takes for her. I’ll do anything for that woman— hold out as long as it takes for her. I’d wait an eternity for Dakota if that’s what she needed.

But in the meantime, I’m going to take my frustration out on some Rays.

We’re up 2-1 with minutes left in the third period. A low scoring game, but that’s because I’m not out to score goals. We’re playing knock-down, bare-knuckle hockey.