Page 2 of Hot Pucking Summer

I've met him a couple of times, and he's great. Loud, long-haired, and with mischievous pastel-green eyes, he's everything you'd expect a hotshot pro hockey player to be like. But underneath the big personality, he's a nice guy. He and Draper have been friends since childhood, and when Draper's familysituation took a nosedive in high school, Jax's mother took him in. They're basically like brothers. They have a deep connection that they hide beneath a barrage of banter and playful insults. I love hanging out with them. It's super fun.

Jax offered to let us have the place alone, but I know Draper wants to have some down time with his bestie, and it honestly doesn't bother me. I mean, spending the Fourth of July with two awesome NHL players at a beautiful lake house isn't exactly torture, right?

As soon as we step inside, Draper closes the door firmly behind us and is up in my space, his hands roaming over my waist. My breath hitches as I adjust to the smooth yet powerful command of his touch, battling as always with the self-conscious demons that are slowly,slowlystarting to fade away the longer we're together.

He's just so freaking handsome. His deep blue eyes pierce into me, framed by unruly dark hair that falls across his forehead. The bold shape of his nose and his full, slightly parted lips give his face a rugged elegance. And his body? Don't even get me started on his body.

It's no wonder I have doubts about what a guy like him would see in a thickset, pale, ginger guy like me. He could have anyone he wants, and for some reason, he's chosen me.

He tips my chin up and brings his lips to mine. Draper has got slow, sensual kissing down to an art form, and I love melting into him. My hands latch onto his powerful shoulders before heading south. With Draper being six two and two hundred thirty pounds, I'm met with a wall of thick, sturdy muscles underneath his white T-shirt.

When I reach beneath the belt buckle of his jeans, I grin. "You're already hard."

He pulls back slightly and cradles my face. "Can you blame me? I have you all to myself."

I glance around the living room. "You sure Jax isn't here?"

"He's meant to be arriving later. His car wasn't out front." He pulls away and yells out into the empty house, "Jax! You here, man?"

There's no response. I cup Draper's meaty bulge through the denim. "Looks like we're alone then."

"Good. Now let's get naked."

"Uh… You go first."

"Okay." He backs away and unbuckles his belt. He takes his jeans off first then his shirt. His chest is broad and muscular, a testament to his years on the ice. A faint scar just below his collarbone hints at the physical toll of the sport he loves and is obsessed with. He takes off his briefs then finally his socks, standing completely naked in front of me.

"Your turn, baby. May I?" He steps in and kisses my forehead. I nod my response, turning away. He grips my chin and brings my eyes to meet his. "Are you sure?"

I nod again, this time meeting his stare. I've shared my body insecurities with him, and he's been great about it, letting me talk and get my feelings out, respecting what I say and feel while gently letting me know that what he sees is different. That he sees a beautiful guy that he's super attracted to.

He undresses me slowly, kissing and licking and nibbling on every new piece of flesh he exposes like he's uncovering something sacred. His rock-hard cock is dripping pre-cum, so Iknowhe's into me. Iknowhe means it when he says I'm sexy or calls me hot. The work is for me to feel worthy of it.

He gets me naked and runs his huge hands over the curve of my meaty ass, spreading my cheeks until his thumb grazes my taint. My knees buckle, and he grins. "How would you like to do this?"

"On the couch?" I suggest.

He flashes a smile. "I'll go get lube. You make yourself comfortable however you like."

I walk over to the couch and mount it, holding on to the back for support and sticking my butt out in the air. Draper loves it when he's on top, fucking into me, but there's so much…jigglingin that position. He says he loves the movement, loves watching as my tits and belly bounce around. But it's daylight, and I'd feel way too exposed like that. This way, I can hug the couch and minimize the shaking.

He returns and presses a wet finger into me, then another, and finally a third. We fucked this morning so I'm looser than normal. Before doing anything else, he comes around the couch, lowers so we're at the same eye level, and whispers, "You're the most beautiful guy I've ever met. You make me so happy, baby."

"You make me happy, too." I wiggle my big ass around. "Now hurry up and take what's yours."

His blue eyes gleam. "Don't have to tell me twice."

He gets back into position behind me, grips my waist firmly, and pushes his cock into me with one sturdy thrust. I've only ever slept with two guys, but believe me when I say nothing prepared me for how hung Draper is. His cock isn't just long, it's thick and girthy, and as he takes a tighter hold on my hips and begins pumping in and out of me, I drop my head back and arch my lower back, meeting each of his powerful thrusts.

"Oh, yeah. That feels so good, Draper."

He twists his thick fingers into my curly ginger mane. "Say my name again."

Helovesit when I call out his name during sex. "Fuck, yeah, Draper. Give it to me."

"That's so sexy," he growls, pistoning his hips. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"You," I moan, lowering myself into a more comfortable position, my arms dangling over the back of the couch. "I want you."

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