Page 145 of Friendzone Hockey
I just like hearing him say it.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“Kiss me till I can’t see straight, Stace.”
“I’m gonna do a helluva lot more than that, but we’ll start there.” I circle his heavy nuts. He lets out a little whimper. Then I slide my hand up his body, mapping him under my fingers untilI reach his throat. My lips descend, my tongue plunges inside, twisting with his, taking up residency, permanently.
My hard cock bounces against him, forgotten, as I lose myself to kissing him. If I’d known he tasted this good, I would have lost my resolve ages ago. Our kisses become hurried as the fire between us builds. I nip at his lip, sounds of sucking and panting fill the air.
“That what you wanted?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Now what?” I know exactly what I want to do to him. My mind’s had years to dream up too many depraved fantasies, but sex is an area we’ve only talked a little about. I know some things he’ll like, but I want to know everything.
Plus, the adorable, embarrassed blush he gets when I make him say it is too hard for a sadist like me to resist.
“You’re gonna make me say it?” he says, trying to get out of it with his big brown doe eyes. Those are gonna be a problem.
“Tell me, or you don’t come.”
“Fuck, what’s wrong with me? I love it when you talk like that.” His lip pouts. “Fine. I want you to make me beg for you.”
He tries to hide his face. I don’t let him. “That’s so good, sweetheart, because know what I wanna do? Tease you till you’re crying for my cock.”
“Holy fuck, Alderchuck.”
I lean over so I’m close to his ear. I’m pretty sure about the answer to my next question, but I’m asking anyway. “You like it when I spank you,” I murmur.
Gooseflesh breaks out over his skin. “Fuck. Yeah. So, so, much.”
“God, you’re so fucking perfect for me.” I reach down to give his cock a few strokes. He’s already leaking for me, the head of his cock is an arousing shade of purple. His mouth tastes divine, but his dick tastes even better.
I dive down, swallowing him whole. Fuck. We didn’t shower this morning, and he still smells like all the sex we had last night. His body tenses as he peals off a long moan, fingers digging into my mop of curls.
“Yeah, Stace. Like that—I fucking love that.”
He’s coming out of his shell a bit, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was … “Are you bein’ shy with me, Dash Nolan?” I had to pop my mouth off his dick to say that. It hangs, dripping with my saliva. I can’t resist using my thumb to toy with it.
Dash takes a hitched breath, unable to ignore what I’m doing to him. “O-Of course, I am.”
“We’ve known each other a hundred years.” I haven’t even thought about bein’ shy once, but it’s fucking adorable that he is.
“But this is new territory. What if … Stace? Ugh, I don’t even wanna say it.”
“What if we don’t work out as lovers? What if this is just a lesson in curiosity?”
His eyes well up. “Yeah.”
I get it. Just because we’ve had a wild night of amazing sex, just because we’re crazy for each other, that doesn’t mean we’ll work out. Relationships are more than sex and chemistry.
“We’re gonna be fine. You know why?” I let go of his cock and plant myself on my side next to him, yanking him to me by his leg.
“Why?”
“I’m not gonna let us end. Now that you’re finally mine, I’m keeping you mine. You already know I don’t shy away when things get hard.”
He nods. “You’re right—you never have. I don’t know why I even had the thought. I think, over the last few weeks, I was given a hard glimpse, and I know what losing you—almost losing you—feels like.”
