Page 12 of Puck Shy

I mumble a string of gibberish against Nia’s sex as I lap and suck, alternating the actions as I feel her getting closer to her own release. She whimpers sinfully as I eat her out, and I relish in the way her nails dig into my scalp at the same time Lucas moves in and out of my fluttering walls, building another release inside me.

“I’m going to come, Gorgeous,” she groans. “Fuck, suck harder.”

I suction more as Lucas’s grip on my hips tightens to the point of pain, a pain I very much enjoy. He lifts his pelvis up a bit and moves in deep and relentless strokes, his balls slapping against my already sensitive clit.

Nia’s back arches off the ground, and I flick my tongue over her sensitive flesh, her nails digging into me hard enough to leave marks as her legs shake from her orgasm. She rides my face through her pleasure as the sounds of Lucas’s thrusts invade my ears.

His pace becomes more frantic, and my third orgasm of the night is on the brink of its release. He moves one of his hands down my hip and around my belly until he reaches my clit. With one brush and another thrust, I come apart again. I can feel myself squeeze him, and his pace slows.

“Shit, Cherry,” he grunts, his torturous thrusts making me cry out. “You’re such a pretty girl, coming on my cock like this, eating Angel’s pussy. Fucking.” Thrust. “Amazing.”

I choke on the sudden emotion that comes out of me at his words. I feel like College Stevie is being validated believing that a man like him could ever possibly want a woman like me.

After two more thrusts, his body pauses, falling over the edge as he comes. The room goes quiet before I hear some gentle clapping. The show is over, and I’m riding the high of the best fuck of my life.

After a few moments, Nia gets up to grab a towel, and I feel Lucas slip out of me. He holds on to my hips and gently lowers me so I can lay on the carpet. After he tosses his condom, in a surprising move, he comes and lays down next to me. Our masks are still on, but he leans forward to kiss my lips still painted with Nia’s arousal.

“You okay?” he asks.

“You broke me,” I chuckle.

He flashes his one-dimpled smile and brushes a lock of my hair behind my ear. Lucas is a sweet and tender man. He may have fucked me into the ground, but there’s no denying he’s a good man given how he treated Nia and I tonight. I don’t need to know him to know that.

His blue eyes sparkle as he says, “And I think you may have put me back together.”

Before I can ask what he means, the lights in the room flash on and off. He glances up, clearly confused.

“Alright, people, you know what that means,” Nia says. “Time to finish up and get out.” The crowd groans in protest but starts to do as she says.

I manage to move my arm and tap Lucas’s nose. “The lights mean it’s closing time, MVP.”

Nia walks until she’s standing over us. “Come on, Gorgeous, let’s go get cleaned up.”

I nod, looking once more into Lucas’s eyes. “Thanks for a great Valentine’s Day, Handsome.”

I take the hand Nia holds out for me and stand on wobbly legs. Lucas jumps up after us.

“That’s it?” he asks, panic evident in his voice.

“Until next time, Golden Boy.” Nia winks at him. “It was fun. Really fun.”

Nia tugs my hand, and before Lucas can protest, she’s pulling me into the crowd. I turn my head over my shoulder to see him standing there, nude and at half mast. And while he looks shocked at what transpired, the corners of his lips are turned up into a small smile.

Our eyes meet one last time, I playfully blow him a kiss, and he effortlessly catches it.

Chapter six

Lucas

Blood pounds in my ears as I stare at the scoreboard—two-two with only a minute left in overtime. It may be early in the season, but games like this set the pace for the rest of the year. And did I mention it’s against our rival team, Vancouver, on our home turf? We have no choice but to win.

The entire crowd is on their feet, and the roar of their cheers can’t be masked by the blood pounding in my ears. Everyone here desperately wants both of their teams to win—and win big.

And unlike the last several games, I’m in the zone. I’ve scored one goal and had one assist, won over half of our face-offs, and I know I’ve been on the ice for at least twenty minutes this game. Coach could see the drive in me the minute I stepped out of the locker room. Nobody asked what changed, and only Johnny knows what transpired last night. The kid hasn’t stopped ribbing me about it. Apparently, he watched the last half of it.

I don’t care, though. Because every movement I make, every pass, check, and block, have been made with complete control and precision. My body feels like I’m twenty-two again, and I can’t be stopped. The only reason we haven’t won is because Vancouver knows how to play. Their center, Connor Bryce, is a machine like me. He’ll do anything it takes to win. But I have one thing he doesn’t: Cherry. My fucking tart and sweet Cherry.

The memory of her red lips around my cock flashes briefly in my mind, and for the first time tonight, I have to remember that I’m playing hockey. No hard-ons on the ice. I take a deep breath and block out everything except for the drop of the puck. When it hits the ice, I win the face-off easily, getting a jump on the draw before Bryce. Once I have the puck, I dig my blade in and start driving toward the goal.

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