Page 138 of Friendzone Hockey
His sun-bleached hair falls in his eyes as he leans over top of me, his knees straddling my thighs, dipping into my mattress. I’ve never seen his eyes so dark and unhinged. I’ve driven him right to the brink of sanity, which is exactly where I wanted him.
We’re in my room, on my bed, and he’s about to defile me.
“I had it all planned out. The moment I took you for the first time, it was going to be sweet and special.”
Anything we do together is special. I want him too fucking bad to wait for hearts and flowers bullshit. I want this version of Stacey, the one who looks like he’s about to ferally claim me with his cock.
“I don’t want sweet. I want to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”
It’s the smallest of nods, but it tells me that the version of Stacey who lives to do everything right by me is still in there. Right now, though, his darker self’s at the helm and plans on fucking me straight through this mattress.
“Once we do this, you’re mine. Today, tomorrow, till the fucking end of time. No more Syd or anyone else putting their hands on you.”
“No more,” I agree, reaching for his neck. “I’m yours, Stace. It’s … it’s always been you.”
His electric fingers caress my jawbone, sending sparks across my skin. My arm hairs stand on edge as his hair tickles my face, his lips getting closer to mine. He hovers there until my lips light up with his massive energy. My hips strain, wanting to rub against his jean-covered cock.
“I’m gonna get up for a second, and the only thing you’re gonna do is get undressed. I want to watch you; I want you to give yourself to me.”
Holy fucking shit that’s hot.
I give a small nod so that he knows I’ve heard him, but there’s no way I can speak. On the inside, I’m all “yes, fucking, sir.” Peeling myself off the bed as he backs away, there’s a new set of eyes on me. Ones that openly say how hungry they are for me. Is this how it’s always been behind the curtain? Wild and unhinged arousal that’s looking to devour me?
Hmmm, should I start with shirt or pants?
“Shirt,” he says, reading my mind. “Remove it slowly.”
Fuck. A violent shiver rolls down my spine, his words skittering over me. Gripping the hem of my T-shirt, I tug the wet cotton upward, leisurely, unveiling each bump of my abs one by one. My hair fluffs over my face as I pull the white cotton away and toss it to the floor.
“Jeans and boxers,” he says. “Turn around.”
“You want to see my ass?”
“I want to see what’s mine.”
Dayum.
I quickly pop the button and release my straining cock from under the zip, but take my time dragging my jeans and boxers over the swell of my large hockey ass. Quiet breaths quicken from behind me. I love how much I’m affecting him. I knew he was attracted to me, I never knew how much. I kick the rest of my clothes off to Nowhere Land because that’s where they’ll be for the foreseeable future.
A strong arm wraps around me, pulling my naked skin flush with him. Lips attach to my neck, in the place between collarbone and nape of the neck that Casey calls the shiver spot. I didn’t get why before, but I do now. Holy shit. My body quakes with shivers and tingles.
“Please, Stacey.” Please, what? I don’t fucking know. Do something, I guess. Do something to soothe the fire within me. I doubt he will—he’s more intent on stoking it at the moment.
His lips continue to suck, pulling blood to the surface, sending arousal straight to my rock-hard dick. My hand thinks it’s gonna help my dick, but a rough hand circles my wrist.
“Not a fucking chance, sweetheart. You can have the pleasure I give you.”
He’s done it again, made “sweetheart” a threat. I love the way it bites off his tongue. I swear to fucking god I’m gonna live and die by that word for the rest of my life.
A groan falls off my lips. “Please tell me you’re not gonna torture me?”
“I’m gonna torture you, and you’re gonna love every second.” Yeah. Yeah, I will. “I’m gonna show you how much I’ve been burning for you.”
There might be just a tiny bit of revenge there, and I want it. I want to feel every ounce of his anger and frustration, built from years of wanting me. I can take it all. Am I a terrible person for never wanting that sensation to completely go away? It’s not that I want him to suffer, but I want him to always have this kind of edge when he takes me.
I sink back, letting him feast on me, mark me, indulge in me. His teeth nibble, his mouth sucks, and his tongue swirls, sending delicious arousal to my special places. Then his hand grips my cock, and I almost die. “Mmm, Stace,please.”
He strokes me way too slowly to give me an orgasm, but his rough hand scraping its way up and down my shaft is worth every bit of suffering. My bare ass presses against something hard in his jeans—his cock. Stacey has the largest cock I’ve ever set eyes on.
