Page 141 of Friendzone Hockey
“You’re gonna wanna hang on for this.”
“What the?—”
He moves. There’s the brief emptiness that hollows my guts, but his dick’s quick to stab into me, this time with a lot more force than the first.
Yeah, that’s what I need. His rough handling doesn’t just go to my dick, it reverberates through my body. He rolls his pelvis, pumping forward. I match the rhythm and the pace he sets as best I can, but it’s tough when my limbs flop like jellyfish arms. He slows a bit so I can catch his neck and then he pounds my ass again, skin slapping.
Yep, there’ll definitely be bruises, and I’ll be so tender that he’ll be with me wherever I go. Not that I plan on being away from him until the season starts. He can damn well sit at the bar while I work. I don’t want him out of my sight.
His hips thrust into me at a punishing pace, telling me how it is, defining what the rest of our lives together will be like. All six feet and three inches of him hammering me with his mighty force, staking his claim, marking his territory.
I eat it the fuck up. I didn’t know Stacey could be like this, which means I’ve got something to do with it. He’s turned into a beastly sex animal because of me. I moan, moving in time withhis snapping hips, my ass taking an utter beating. There’ll be bruises, pretty bruises, and I’m gonna love sporting his marks.
“Who are you?” I ask with some genuine bewilderment in my tone. It’s as if he’s restrained himself all these years, keeping all this behind a wall of iron, and he’s finally unleashed it, set it free. Now that it’s out of the box, it’s not going back in—I can feel it. After he claims his territory—me—he’s gonna defend it till the rest of time.
“I’m yours, your boyfriend, your husband someday real soon, your everything. I love you, sweetheart.”
“That’s mine, too, by the way.”
“What is?”
“The name. Sweetheart. I officially trademark it. You’re only calling me that from now on.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He pushes hair off my face, his sweat cools against my skin and he leans in to nibble on my neck. “That name was only ever meant for you.”
“I love you, too. I hope you know. Not as a friend, well, that too. But you’re my friend second, my boyfriend first.”
“Until we rectify that situation.”
I laugh. “You really wanna get married?”
“I do. I see what Rhett means now about the whole owning on paper thing. He might have started a trend.”
I’ve already seen how well that argument’s gone for Casey and Logan, so I don’t bother. Besides, I’m one hundred percent down with owning Stacey on paper.
Stacey fucks into me with the renewed force of a god, knowing I’m his for life. “Come for me, Dash.”
Already tuned to his voice, my dick pulses and cum spills in spurts and rivulets, shooting up my torso almost hitting me in the face.
“Fuck …ungh… c-coming …” His hips stutter and his mouth drops open. Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the sight of Stacey bursting with pleasure.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
NOW
Stacey
We’re … naked. And in the most intimate of positions. Dash’s head is on my chest, his leg wrapped around me, our spent cocks rested against the other’s. I totally wore him out last night. What a luxury it is to have his chest rising and falling in sync with mine.
There’s a whole lot of shuffling and whispering voices outside the bedroom door.
“Go in there.”
“No, you go in there.”
“No fucking way am I walking in on my brother after a hookup.”
