Page 139 of Friendzone Hockey
“Yeah, you feel that, don’t’cha? My cock, hungry for you. I’m gonna make you choke on it before it goes inside you because that’s what you fucking need to feel owned, isn’t it?”
And here I thought he’d be too gentle. Just another thing I was wrong about.
“Yes.Please.I wanna choke on it—make me cry, baby.”
“On your knees, Dash.”
I drop like a boulder, as the sound of his zipper hits my ears. He pulls it out through the fly of his boxers rather than pulling them down, and I stare, blinking up at him. That’s not fair. His V is one of my favorite parts of him. I decided that aftergetting a full view of it during the shower that lives rent free in my head.
“Jesus, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me come if you keep fanning your pretty lashes like that.”
I smirk. “Will that finally convince you to let me come?” He hasn’t done much more than stroke my dick and nibble on me, but I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. I could come untouched.
“You don’t come until I’m inside you. Open.”
God.It’s the orgasm denial for me. Fucking hell. My balls pull up, tingling, fuzzy with arousal. I take a cheeky lick up his length before I open like a good boy and swallow the head. I suck and toy with the underside and he makes an indescribable noise, losing that carefully constructed control he always keeps—especially with me.
Fingers grip my roots, tugging, and his hips move without thought, hitting the back of my throat. I gag, drowning his cock in saliva, drooling. Tears prick my eyes. He backs off so I can get air and then he shoves in along my wet tongue. I love the raw way he fucks my mouth. It takes over my cells one by one, dominating them, seeping into them bone deep.
His dick pulses, he’s about to come. He mumbles something that sounds like, “You ready, sweetheart?” I refuse to let his cock go, sucking it in with force. It throbs over my tongue as hot cum hits my throat. Then his hand tightens around my neck, just under my chin, telling me without words to get up. It hasn’t escaped my notice that he hasn’t kissed me yet. Is it now? Will he do it now?
Stacey’s hand disappears. He rips off his hoodie and his T-shirt at the same time. I’m treated to acres and acres of rippling muscles as he stares, drinking up every inch of me, never wanting to forget this moment. I want him to kiss me so bad, Iwant him to make my lips swell, I want him to make them ache as much as my heart does.
Without taking his gaze from me, he slides out of his jeans and boxers. The cock I just sucked dry is already trying to make a comeback.
Oh my god. I sucked Stacey Alderchuck’s cock. His cum’s still on my tongue.
My eyes catch on something, yanking me from my Stacey’s-cock induced haze. Black ink, no, a tattoo in one of the crevices I love so much. I squint. He pauses to let me look.
FUCKING ASK DASH for permission to use.
It’s in hard black font, with only the first three words capitalized. I beam, tracing my hand over the letters. He reaches for my hand, pulling me off the floor.
“Do you like it?”
“Love it. I can’t believe you got something like this when we weren’t even together. No one’s getting my permission by the way, but I fucking love the idea that someone would have to ask, and I’m the one with the power to say yes or no.”
“And that’s the point.”
His hand presses into the small of my back, and the depth of him reaches into the depths of me, tying us together by more than space and time. We move together, but he’s leading this dance, and I’m his willing partner. Familiar fingers find their way to the nape where my hockey hair curls, and he nestles them snuggly, turning my head upward.
It’s now. It’s now, it’s now, it’s now. He’s finally going to kiss me again.
Our lips collide, and for several long seconds, I cease to exist. His tongue swirling into my mouth brings me back to him. Iplunge mine into his, already addicted to doing this. Already needing his air more than my own. His fingers dig a bruising grip, keeping me in place, and it gives him away. He’s afraid this isn’t real. He’s worried he’ll wake up and I’ll be gone. Angry teeth sink into my lower lip, drawing out a metallic tang that mixes with his salty cum in my mouth.
And pain. Pain that bursts down my chin.
Instead of pushing me away, it draws me to him. I moan into his mouth, seeking more. He pulls away, briefly, running his thumb over my freshly bitten lip, admiring his mark there, and then dives in again, plundering this time, leaving nothing for anyone else.
I’m all his.
I’m not allowed to touch my cock, but he didn’t say no touching him, and we’re going to have a problem if he tries to stop me. I need my hands on him, all over him, mappingmynew territory. I drag my fingertips up his torso, pausing at his nipples, giving them a little squeeze. He sucks in a breath, frozen, letting me have my wicked way.
A quick movement and I’m scooped up bridal style, succinctly tossed onto the bed. He rummages around for lube and some condoms in the bedside drawer while I perch back on my elbows, watching him. Most specifically, watching his ass. It’s a nice ass. Round, plump, and attached to thick hockey thighs. His heavy balls hang down where I can see them, jostling with his movements.
Fuck, I’m gonna die. Right here. From hotness overload. But it’ll be worth it.
“I’m buying a new bed, and you’re moving into it,” he says, drizzling a healthy squirt of lube over my miserable cock.
