Page 84 of Zero Pucks

I was in love with him, and there was no denying it now.

My hips began to snap hard, the song of our bodies moving together filled the room. His little grunts and groans were the punctuation in this long paragraph of ecstasy, and I could feel his cock thicken in my hand as he neared the edge.

“I’m…I…please. Let me, let me, let me,” he whispered, begging for release.

I squeezed him harder, moved my hand faster as my hips sped up. I wasn’t even thrusting now. My hips were pressed against his, his body half-lifted with the force as I nudged my cock as deeply into his ass as I could manage.

He squeezed down around me as he let out a heavy grunt…

…and then he came.

His cock kicked and pulsed in my hand, spending beneath him in a thick puddle, and that was it. It was over for the both of us.

My orgasm crashed over me like a vicious tidal wave, stealing my breath, my sight, my hearing. Every sense narrowed down to this one point of pleasure as I filled the condom deep in his ass. His muscles spasmed, milking me for every drop, and I wasn’t even fully aware when I collapsed on him, my breath heaving in my lungs.

I was just cognizant enough to roll to the side so I didn’t crush him, but as if in a panic, he turned and reached for me, his hands frantic as they tugged me close. He rocked his wet, still-hard dick against my stomach like he didn’t want to stop feeling it.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured against his ear as I gripped him again. I stroked him carefully through the aftershocks of pleasure, forcing my eye open to glance down at him. His face was haggard, flushed, his eyes closed. I touched his cheek with my free hand, dragging a finger over his dry, full lips. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Not ever?”

It wasn’t a literal question, so I could nod without feeling like I was lying to him. “Not ever. Not until you ask.”

“I won’t,” he said.

I wanted to tell him that wasn’t fair. He didn’t know that. He couldn’t. But hell, if he felt even a fraction of what I did, maybe hecould. Maybe he understood as well as I did right then what this was. What we had.

That it was perfect. It was right.

And it sure as shit felt like a forever.

* * *

For me, creeping away was next to impossible. The fact that I’d been able to sneak out on Amedeo the first time we did this was down to the sheer exhaustion he’d been suffering and nothing to do with my ability to do anything except clank around the room like the fucking Tin Man.

I was not so lucky this time. I debated about wearing my stubbies, but while they were less painful, they made me more prone to toppling over, so instead, I opted for my legs. As I sat on the mattress to adjust the bolts in my ankles, Amedeo groaned and rolled toward me.

“Leaving me alone again?” he asked, voice sleep thick.

I couldn’t help my smile as I dropped my wrench on the bed and twisted around to look at him. His hair was a wild, thick mess, eyes half-lidded, voice heavy from sleep.

He reached a floppy arm toward me, and I grabbed it, pulling his palm to my lips to lay a kiss against the etched lines in his skin.

He smiled, his eyes going half-closed again. “Mm, don’t go.”

With a sigh, I flopped back against the pillows and rolled over to face him. He slipped back into my arms as easily as he’d fallen asleep there, hitching his knee over my hip like he was trying to pin me. Knocking my forehead against his, I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of him. Of us. It lingered in the sheets, and I never wanted to wash them, as disgusting as that was.

“Tucker?”

I squeezed him tighter. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I have lessons this morning.”

“Quit your job. Be my house husband.”

He was very obviously joking and probably not even aware of what he was saying, considering he’d definitely fallen halfway back to sleep, but the idea made me stir in the emotional loins. Not the house part, but the husband. “Don’t tempt me. But I do have to say, long distance isn’t exactly for me. I’m as fragile as a goldfish and jealous as a…thing that gets really jealous. Uh…” I added quickly, “not in a bad, creepy, make you feel trapped way. Just in a I know you’re gorgeous and will probably have men falling all over you when I’m not there to beat them with my hockey sticks kind of way.”

One of his eyes blinked open, and he stared up at me. “Um?”

“Never mind, ignore me.”

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