Page 103 of Pucking Revenge

Stop thinking of your teammates’ dicks.

Pink swirls. Purple jewels. Fuck, I can’t unsee it now.

“We should all get matching ones,” Hall says, holding his cock like it’s his most prized possession. Maybe it is. The kid is hung. I’ll give him that. Easily the biggest here. That was a bit of a surprise, considering that he’s about average size for a pro hockey player. Several of us have inches and muscle on him. Maybe that’s why he’s such a cocky son of a bitch. He’s still new to the NHL and obsessed with hooking up with every puck bunny he meets.

“You wouldn’t survive the healing process,” I mutter.

War snorts. “I bet he can’t go two nights without a bunny, let alone two months.”

Hall humphs. God, he’s such a kid. “Fuck you. You calling me a whore?”

“You got your nickname somewhere, Playboy,” War taunts.

“It’s because I make the plays, dipshit.”

“Mm-hmm. Whatever you tell yourself so you can sleep at night.” War always has to have the last line.

“How about you all shower without playing with your dicks?” McGreevey pleads.

That’s a solid plan. I finish up, then head back to my locker to get dressed, smiling the whole way. Today’s been a great fucking day.

The second we step foot into Sara’s apartment, she practically drags me to her bedroom, her blue hair bouncing and her ass swaying seductively as she goes.

I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but the elevator doors were barely shut when she dropped to her knees. I had to yank her up before she could get my belt undone. There is at least one camera in that stainless-steel box because Gavin is a control freak who keeps tabs on all his players.

Before we’ve even hit her bedroom door, her jersey flies through the air, followed by her bra. When she spins around, her nipples peach and pebbled, and tweaks one while moaning my name, my cock strains painfully against my pants.

“God, is it bad that I love this contrast? You in a suit while I’m completely naked?”

I bite down on my fist and swallow a groan. She’s absolute fucking perfection. “No, crazy girl. Pretty sure you naked is my personal heaven. I literally don’t know where to start.”

Her blue eyes dance, and her lips turn up in one of her mischievous smirks. That look means she’s got plans for me. Fuck, I can’t wait to find out what they are.

“I want you to sit right there and tell me what to do.” Her voice is breathy, like she’s already worked up just thinking of all the possibilities I could come up with.

“And I can’t touch you?” I rasp, palming my dick over my pants and squeezing for a little relief.

She grazes her nipples with her fingers, her breasts hanging heavy, and heaves in a breath. “Not yet,” she taunts. “You have to make me come first.”

“That’s my favorite thing in the world, Sar. Now you’re just spoiling me.”

She licks her lips and rubs her thighs together. “Be a good boy and sit down.”

“Thought I was in charge?” I challenge her, though I do as she says, because being Sara’s good boy is a high for me. I love pleasing her.

I drop to the bench in the corner of her room. It’s one of those ornate pieces with a fancy French name my sister would no doubt know. Legs spread wide, I lean back, keeping my focus firmly fixed on the knockout in front of me. Her bare ass taunts me as she wanders into the bathroom. When she reappears, she’s holding a small pink object.

“Edge of the bed,” I command.

Her eyes flash with excitement, and a visible shudder works its way through her.

“Spread your legs and let me see how wet you are.”

Without hesitation, she plops onto the bed and spreads herself wide. “Now what?” Her tone is so fucking seductive, her words oozing sex.

“Show me what you have to play with.”

I unbutton my jacket and slide it off, then unbutton the cuffs of my shirt.

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