Page 10 of Breakneck Hockey

He whacks my crease with his lube-greasy dick. Such a Sutter thing to do. I only get a moment to be irked about his antics, in the next, I get the full treatment of his tree-trunk dick. Even with all the work he did to open me up while he sucked me off, it’s still a slow glide on that first pass through.

“Oh, my fuck,” he says. “You’re tight. Gorgeously fucking tight.”

My insides smile. Kegels, man. Who knew you could do ass Kegels? Not me. My trainer taught me about them. Trainers are always talking about all kinds of weird shit and somehow that came up. I was interested.

He doesn’t go all the way in, pulling out only to coax his way in again. It’s much easier the second time through. “That’s it, kitten. Relax for me.”

I’m lost. Gone. Caught up in the burn and the fullness. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had. Easily. The guys are never gonna believe when I tell them ….

Oh. Oh, yeah, no. I will not be telling them about Sutter. This is the literal definition of sleeping with the enemy.

I can tell them I slept with a mystery man with an elephant-trunk cock.

“Move, Sutter. For the love of?—”

He moves. And spanks my ass.

Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and I’m pure arousal. He grips my hips and it’s nothing short of a pounding. Skinslapping against skin echoes off the walls of this tomb he calls a bedroom.

“That’s it. This what you needed, brat? A good fucking?”

My answer is a whine. I’m desperate to cum. He’s not done with me, though, and it’s his turn to dig fingers in my hair, pulling painful cries as I arch my back, wanting more of him. More, more, more.

“Harder. Harder,please.”

Now, my body’s sucking him in, swallowing his wet dick as he tries to keep the pace I’m demanding. The nerves and vulnerability? Gone. Washed away by a tidal wave of seedy lust.

“C’mon, Top Dog. Gimme your dick. Own me. Fucking take me.”

That does something. He snaps and pulls out, flipping me over. I don’t get the chance to miss his dick. He bends me in half and shoves himself inside, plowing me to death.

“Awww, didja hafta look at my face, Sutter?” I sound drunk, even though I haven’t had a drop to drink.

“Shut up, Alderchuck.” His eyes are soft for a brief moment and then they glow with rage again. “Grab your dick. Stroke yourself.”

I grip my dick in my long-fingered fist, but I don’t think he sees me anymore. He’s consumed and I’m burning up right along with him. His groans are long, his moans are short. There’s a lot of cursing.

There’s also, “Fuck, so fucking tight. That’s it, take it all, kitten. You look good on my dick.”

He’s uncontrolled and wild. He’s rough. With the position I’m in, all I can do is take it.

I can let go.

Dammit. He just had to be good at sex, didn’t he? This is my exact cup of tea.

I want to put my mark on him, so I rake my nails down the only place I can grab—the wrist holding him up over top of me. It’s a long hiss-moan as he absorbs the pain. I admire the other marks I left on his body during the game and then I lean forward, demanding a kiss.

That’s when he loses it. His eyes roll back. He freezes and then his dick pulses with cum. I speed up my stroking. I’ve been on edge for a while, all I have to do is let go of the restraint I’ve been choking my dick with, and my balls draw up just before steady spurts of cum shoot out of me.

He gets to cum into the condom. I cum on myself, painting my abs and chest. Running a finger through my chest paint, he sucks my cum off his finger.

“Did you just taste my cum, dude?”

“Yes.” He’s unapologetic.

The high of sex leaves quickly and bonelessness sets in. I should get the fuck out of here before I melt into this mattress. It’s a lot more comfortable than it looks. Sutter rolls to one side of me, watching, maybe waiting for me to explode.

I should. I just had sex with my arch-nemesis. It was just so good. It’s hard to regret mind-blowing sex.

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