Page 93 of Pucking Amazing

I’m reduced to a string of broken moans and gasps, my cock smearing pre-cum against my stomach as it bounces with the force of his thrusts.

“Fuck, I love the feel of your tight ass,” DJ growls in my ear.

His filthy words spur me higher, pressure coiling tighter in my core. I’m hurtling towards that edge, my whole body drawn taut. DJ must sense how close I am because he wraps a hand around my weeping erection, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“That’s it, come for me, Ty.”

A few more rough pumps of his fist and I’m gone, my orgasm slamming into me like a freight train. I spill over DJ’s fingers with a ragged shout of his name, my release painting my chest and abs. DJ works me through it, milking every last drop as I shudder and clench around him.

My ecstasy proves his undoing. With a guttural moan, DJ buries himself to the hilt, pulsing deep inside me as he finds his own release. For a long moment, we remain locked together, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync as the aftershocks rock through us.

Finally, with a soft kiss to my forehead, DJ carefully pulls out and disposes of the condom. He grabs a washcloth from the en suite, cleaning us both up with tender efficiency before crawling back into bed and gathering me close.

I tuck my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his skin.

“How are you?” DJ murmurs, his fingers tenderly stroking up and down my back.

I let out a strangled laugh, unsure how to even put the experience into words. “I’m…I’m perfect.”

DJ laughs, intentionally misunderstanding my words. “You are perfect, Ty. I hope you know that.”

I huff. “Far from it. But that definitely helped take my mind off things for a while.”

DJ’s arms tighten around me. “Hey, I mean it. You’re so strong, pushing through all this pressure and uncertainty. I’m in awe of you, honestly.”

I swallow around the lump forming in my throat, staring up at DJ’s ceiling. “I don’t feel very strong lately. I’m barely keeping my head above water.”

I take a deep, shuddering breath, collecting my thoughts as DJ waits patiently beside me. Finally, the words come, a jumbled rush at first but then steadier, more sure.

“Growing up, it was always hockey first, you know? My parents were so busy, working their asses off to support us and pay for equipment and ice time. I know they loved us, but a lot of the time, it felt like they just weren’t...there.”

I swallow hard, old hurts resurfacing. “So it was me, my brother, and my sister against the world. And Steven, man, he was larger than life to me. This hotshot hockey prodigy that I desperately wanted to be just like.”

DJ makes a soft noise of understanding, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my shoulder. It gives me the courage to keep going, to put words to the things I’ve never said out loud.

“But Steven...he was brutal, Deej. Constantly telling me I wasn’t good enough, fast enough, tough enough. That I’d never make it if I didn’t push myself harder. And I took it all to heart, let it fuel me. I thought that’s just how it was—that I needed to be hard on myself to succeed.”

I let out a humorless laugh, the sound hollow in my chest.

“Turns out, it just made me a fucking mess. I’m only realizing now how much it fucked me up.”

DJ shifts to face me, his brown eyes intense and full of empathy.

“Ty, listen to me. You are not a mess. You’re human, dealing with a metric fuckton of pressure and childhood baggage. But you know what else you are? Incredible. Resilient. One of the strongest, most wonderful people I’ve ever met.”

His words wash over me, soothing the ragged edges of my psyche. I want so badly to believe him. DJ cups my face, his calloused thumb brushing over my cheekbone.

“I know it’s not easy to shake that shit off. Trust me, I’ve got my own steaming pile of mommy and daddy issues. But you’re not alone anymore, Ty. You’ve got me, Syd, the whole team in your corner. We are going to the fucking playoffs, and there’s no way that would be happening if you weren’t amazing.”

Emotion clogs my throat. I turn my head to press a kiss to DJ’s palm. “I...thanks, Deej. I’m…” A pressure builds behind my eyes, and finally, finally, I let go and cry.

DJ gathers me close as the tears spill down my cheeks, his strong arms enveloping me in warmth and safety. I bury my face in his chest, my shoulders shaking.

“I’ve got you, Ty. I’m right here,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the top of my head.

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I don’t feel the need to be strong, to keep up the unshakable facade. With DJ, I can just...be. Messy, vulnerable, completely raw.

And that inner voice isn’t yelling at me, telling me I’m weak, that I need to man up.

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