Page 44 of Puck Me

Looking at him move, it’s as though he was never injured. Dr. Kline is a miracle worker.

I watch with bated breath as Chester passes the puck to Finn, who scores easily. Noah, who is now retired and coaching the team, cheers wildly from the sidelines.

The buzzer for the end of the game goes off, and the crowd bursts into applause. We’re in the lead by two points—a clear victory.

Chester whizzes over the ice, straight toward me. I break the rules by stepping around the barrier and onto the ice in my shoes. Chester grabs me by the waist and spins me around. I laugh as he puts me down and we kiss.

“Well done, my love. I knew you could do it.”

“You knew even when I didn’t. I’d never have made it this far if not for you believing in me.”

“Let’s call it a team effort.”

Finn grabs Chester by the shoulders and pulls him in for a team hug. “You can kiss your husband later! Celebrate now!”

Chester laughs and easily merges with the team in a mess of arms and legs. Noah and I watch as the team bonds and then I pull Chester in for more kisses.

Chester can’t stop talking about the match as I drive us to the pub where we’re all meeting to celebrate. I try my best to listen, but a lot of the terms go over my head—I still have a lot to learn about ice hockey.

Half of the team is already there when we arrive and are already drinking raucously. This is a pre-season friendly and the players have been given permission to drink and two days off after the game. I’m not usually much of a drinker, which is a good thing, because I’m the designated driver.

Chester proceeds to get completely plastered. I don’t hold it against him. It’s not like the times he got drunk to numb the pain when he was so depressed he couldn’t handle life anymore. This is purely letting go out of joy. He doesn’t have an alcohol problem. The problem was always the depression, and that hasn’t reared its ugly head in years now.

The night wears on, and eventually I decide I’d better get Chester home; the hangover is going to be bad enough as it is.

“Come on, my love. Let’s get you home.”

“I don’t wanna,” Chester whines.

I lean close and whisper to him. “If you come with me now, I’ll make it worth your while when we get home.”

That gets Chester’s attention. “We’ve got to get home,” he says loudly to his teammates. They chuckle knowingly.

“Go, enjoy tonight—you’ve earned it.” Noah winks at him. Finn is making eyes at Noah, and I’m sure that they will be leaving soon themselves to continue their celebration at home.

I help Chester to the car and set us on the short route home. “Touch yourself,” I tell him. I wonder if his cock is even working, given how much he’s had to drink, but a quick glance into the back seat tells me that I needn’t have worried. Chester’s cock quickly fills at his touch. His darkening gaze is fixed on me as he strokes his cock.

By the time we get home, Chester is panting hard, and my pants are uncomfortably tight just from listening to him.

The moment we’re inside the house, he’s pressing me up against the wall and kissing me. I groan as I grind myself against his naked cock, which is erect and leaking between us.

“I want you,” Chester growls.

“I’m yours.”

Chester grabs me and tries to carry me up the stairs, a move he has performed flawlessly a number of times. However, he has never tried to do it while blind drunk, and this time, it doesn’t go so well.

Both of us go tumbling to the floor, laughing as Chester pulls me onto his chest to protect me from the hard wood.

“I guess we’ll have to improvise, then.” My face has somehow landed up inches from his delicious cock and it seems a waste not to use the opportunity. Chester groans as I take him into my mouth and start sucking him off.

I slide up and down, squeezing his cock at the base just the way he likes it, not hard enough to prevent him from coming, but with just enough pressure to add a hint of pain to the experience.

Chester whimpers as he cants his hips toward me, thrusting into my mouth. I reach down between his legs to cup his balls, squeezing lightly, then harder as he moans urgently and thrusts his hips faster.

Chester comes without warning, and I scramble to swallow. Fortunately, I’ve become very good at this over the years. I swallow down all of his come and lick his cock clean before pulling off. Chester looks so blissed out that I wonder if he’ll fall asleep, but I should have known better.

He looks at me through heavily lidded eyes. “Take your pants off.”

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