Page 95 of Breakneck Hockey

“Who put that bruise on your ass?”

He smirks. “Why? You jealous?”

“Answer the damn question.”

“Whoa, relax. You remember that I play hockey for a living, right?”

“Alderchuck.” Hopefully, he catches on to my lack of patience. Something deep and primal’s gripped me. The need to possess the fuck out of him’s taken over.

He sighs. “Hayes. The Calgary game. I took a few bad hits. Hit the deck on this one. I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

Oh, no. He’s not making light of this one. But what am I gonna do? Hunt down every last man who does this to him? He’s got a point about the hockey thing. We’re bruised up every night we play. Hell, often I’m doing the bruising to him and him right back at me.

Know what? Fuck it. I would love to beat the living crap out of anyone who marks him up. Alderchuck’s mine and every guy in the national hockey league’s gonna know it. When Gretzky played, he had enforcers on the ice protecting him.

I know that Casey can protect himself on the ice, so I’m gonna do something slightly different. I’m going to stake my fucking claim by pounding on people who touch him. You want to fuck with Casey? Go ahead, but there’s a penalty that goes along with it. Sutter’s penalty.

That sorted, I smile.

“Oh no. I don’t like that smile. What are you planning, Sutter?”

“None of your damn business. Turn around and show me that ass, kitten.”

“Fuck that’s so hot. Fine, but don’t think I’m gonna forget about this. Can I touch my dick?”

“No. Get some lube and keep it handy.”

He has to move out of the screen for a second, but then he’s back, and I’ve got my very own live porn doll to play with. Why didn’t I like this before? I reach into my desk drawer where I keep some spare lube in case I come across some really good online porn.

Casey laughs. “Such a boy scout, Sutter. Always prepared.”

“You’re damn right. C’mon, kitten. I wanna see you greased up with lube. Rub some on your nipples and pull your dick out, but then leave it alone.”

“Fuck.” His breathing’s all over the place. His dick springs out of his boxers and I see why he’s struggling, he’s hard as nails. Leaking. He uses his palm—the whole palm, even the fingers—to slather lube over his body, pinching and tweaking his nipples.

“Harder, Alderchuck. I wanna hear you scream.”

He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, twisting his nipples hard. He cries out and my dick throbs. I love having him at mycommand. Miss having all that force between my hands. Okay, that’s still a strike against this being via video, but it’s still fucking good.

“Alright, stroke your cock a little. Get a little precum smeared between your fingers and then shove them in your mouth.”

He strokes and moans until he builds himself into a frenzy. Straining not to come.

“You know what I want, kitten.”

“Please don’t make me stop.”

“Now.”

“Ungh.” He licks his fingers and then stuffs his mouth with them. I get a nice dollop of lube and pump my cock. It’s hard staving off my orgasm and I haven’t done half of what I wanna do to him.

“Grab your nuts. Twist them … there you go. Tease your hole a little.”

Casey’s obedient for a change. Sex is the only time he’s obedient.

His middle finger finds his hole, and he circles it, looking at me for approval.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Get rid of your clothes, now. I want to see all of you. Beautiful.”

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