Page 140 of Breakneck Hockey

“Hey!”

“You can call him later. Right now, you belong to Daddy.”

“Sutter, if you ever fucking say that again, I’m gonna—mmph.”

I slide down his body, yanking his jeans down with me. I mouth at his cotton-covered cock. It’s solid. Straining. Fuck. He stops talking and starts moving his dick against my lips.

If he thought I was possessive before, I’m about to reach unreasonable levels now that we’re official. But first, death by cock sucking.

“Brace yourself.”

“You’re not that good—ahhh. Um. Fuck, Sutter.”

And I go on to show him that, yes, I am that good.

Me sucking his cock was just the warm-up. There’s a lot more I plan to do to him in my bed. I smacked his bare ass and told him to follow me. I step foot in my room, with no Alderchuck in sight.

There’s … laughing? Who the fuck is he—Goddamn it. He phoned Jack, didn’t he? Sure as blazes, he struts into my room on his phone. I shuck the rest of my clothes off and glare daggers at him.

“Shit, Leslie. I’d better go. Myboyfriendis totally pissed at me right now. He’s such a pain in the ass. He?—”

“Alright.” I snatch the phone for the second time. “Bye, Jack.”

This time I shove his phone in the bedside drawer and make a mental note to keep him away from that bedside drawer.

“My first act as your boyfriend is gonna be beating your ass, Alderchuck.”

“Nah. It was using your mouth like a vacuum cleaner on my dick. Thanks for that, by the way.”

He steps toward me, pressing our naked bodies together, but I haven’t thawed out yet.

“Oh, c’mon. I was excited to tell him. We had this bet going that I lost. He said that if you declare yourself, I have to get a tattoo—his choice.”

I shake my head. “No. You’re not getting anything else stupid inked into your skin.”Though a “this ass belongs to Mitchell Sutter” tattoo wouldn’t go amiss.

“Being my boyfriend doesn’t mean you’re the boss of me, Sutter.”

It sure as fuck does, but I’m not bothering with that argument right now. It’ll start a war, and the only thing about to happen in the next few minutes is me shoving my bare cock into his ass.

“But anyway, I’m safe for now. He deemed your declaration not declaration-y enough. He’s holding off till then. Whatever that means.”

I toss Casey on my bed, and fish for some lube. “I’m sick of everyone. They need to mind their damn business. Doesn’t Jack have his own man to annoy the fuck out of? I signed on for you, not Jack.”

Aha! Success. A nice full bottle, too. He’s gonna be sore tomorrow. But I want his dick in me too. If we’re gonna go bareback for the first time, we’re gonna claim each other.

“Hate for you to find out this way, but signing on for me includes Jack. And my brother. And Dirk and Dashie. Mostly Jack, though. Does that change things?”

I push his legs open and toy with his pucker. It’s one I’ve entered so many times, but tonight it’s different. Tonight, I get to feel every inch of him. He’ll take my cock, and it’ll be pressing against his insides with nothing to shield it.

“You’re mine. End of story.” I guess I can put up with his friends. I like Mercy. Maybe I’ll befriend the coach. That seems like the play.

He’s biting his lip again, but this time his gaze is glued to my dick. “Are we gonna do the thing?”

“So many times.” I dip a lube-slicked finger into him. His mouth drops open, and his body goes slack. I fuck him with my fingers until he’s moaning and writhing like the needy slut he is. My needy slut now.

“Come up here a sec, Sutter.”

I expect he’ll slap my face, but I go anyway. He grips my neck and pulls me in for a slow-motion kiss.

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