Page 101 of First Puck

“Oh my God,” I said, eyes wide as I took all of him in.

This was the guy who broke someone’s rib when he threw them against the barrier last month. This was the guy who beat me in an arm wrestle every single time since we were five. He could bench press his own weight and do a marathon without blinking. This was the guy that could probably take on a rhino if he really went for it. And yet, he was spread out, waiting for me to push inside his ass and make him come.

“Just do it,” he demanded in a gasping breath, his whole body trembling.

“You are seriously so fucking sexy,” I said, totally sure I was going to be so fucking jealous over the plug.

“Is this how you normally do it? When you fuck yourself with this, I mean.” I lifted the butt plug, and he turned his head from me.

“It’s more comfortable like this,” he murmured.

My heart thudded in my ears, thinking of him fucking himself under my room while I was just lying there sleeping or doing whatever. That l could have barged into his room anytime and just found him in this position with a butt plug inside his ass and moaning away.

I really needed to see what I was missing.

Flicking the top of the bottle open, I squirted a generous helping on the tip and watched it slide down the bulb as Alex’s eyes widened. “You’re really going to…”

“I never go back on my promises.” I laughed as I lined it up with his ass.

His asshole wasn’t as pink as the last time I saw it. But, back then, I’d been eating him out and playing with him so much thathis hole was twitching like it had been break dancing for me. Now I had a chance to go at it again.

I pushed the tip against him, and he started gasping straight away. With his eyes squeezed closed, his thighs tense and his asshole smaller than a Cheerio, we were getting nowhere.

“It’s me, Alex,” I said gently. “Have I ever hurt you?”

He paused, finally looking at me, his ass relaxing even though his eyebrows shot up. And I just kept putting pressure on his ass.

“You mean, like that time when we were ten and you pushed me over on the ice at practice when I scored more goals than you?” Alex asked.

“Er…”

“Or where you left me in the middle of a fight with the footballers when you were drunk and horny, just so you could go off with a puck bunny?”

I cleared my throat, kind of looking at the plug, kind of avoiding his gaze.

“Do you really want to talk about this when I’m pushing a plug into your ass?”

“Or when you crashed my parents’ car because you were too busy talking about how hard your dick was to focus on the road?”

“Okay, you got me there.” I grinned sheepishly. But it was after I’d sucked him off and we’d just made up, and I was rock-hard. I would have totally rubbed one out with him right next to me if he hadn’t kept telling me to concentrate.

He was glaring at me, and I had to get the mood back because my now-boyfriend could hold a grudge when he wanted to.

I shot him another grin, trying to wipe away his scowl. “Well, I’ll make sure not to do it this time. This time, it’saaaaallabout your ass.”

He rolled his eyes but, before he could say anything else, I pushed again.

He gasped as I hit the first wall of resistance, and I thought he was going to freeze up. But his chest swelled as he let out a tiny moan as I ground the tip against him. And, the second he relaxed, the bulb slid in.

“I’m going to end up getting obsessed with your ass, man. Look at the way it’s vanishing inside you,” I said breathlessly. I knew I was mad, but I felt like I could spend hours gently pushing it, just watching first-hand the way Alex’s ass stretched, especially with Alex moaning and shaking every inch of the way.

“It’s literally going in so easy. Dude, how often are you using this thing?”

“Enough times, okay?” His reply was strained as I gave it another nudge.

“Your ass is just sucking it up. Your cheeks are so tight though; I swear, you could crack walnuts with them.”

He groaned again. Embarrassing him was the best.

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