Page 146 of Friendzone Hockey
“Oh, sweetheart. You would never have lost me.”
“You know what I mean, Stacey.”
I do. Because I got that same glimpse. It was a brand-new fear unlocked.
“We came so close to … and it would have been all my fucking fault … and … and …”
Dash has always responded to touch—my touch—more than words. I bury my head into the crook of his neck and nibble there while I dig my fingers so hard into his ass cheek, he’ll have no choice but to feel me.
He closes his eyes. Soon enough, he’s letting out little breathy pants, clinging to my neck, hands sunk into my hair. “Own me, Stacey. Make my body yours as much as my heart is. I wanna feel it. Wanna carry you with me.”
“Your wish, my fucking command.”
First, I stroke his cock, lathing it in my leftover saliva. I stroke slow and then fast, fascinated with the way his breathing changes as his orgasm builds.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Especially when you’re this fucking aroused.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I squeeze harder, pulling a cry from him, stroke him some more, until his breaths come so fast they’ll be burning his lungs.
Then I release him.
“Stacey!”
I chuckle. “Problem, sweetheart?”
“I was gonna come so hard.”
“You were? I had no idea.” It’s not easy to ignore his pout—another thing that’s already a problem for me—but I manage, reaching for the lube on the bedside table and a condom.
“Are you gonna fuck me, now?”
“I’d love to, but unfortunately, I can’t.”
“Whhhhy?”
“Haven’t heard any begging.”
He groans. “Why did I tell you that? Oh, I know. Because I thought you were my nice friend Stacey who I’ve known forever.”
“Not in bed, I’m not,” I say, pushing a finger between his cheeks, feeling for his little pucker. It’s already a little moist. “Now spread your legs like a good boy and show me where my cock belongs.”
“Fuck.”
Dash obeys, opening his legs, offering himself to me.
“Show me.”
Two of his fingers dip down, rubbing over his plush pucker. It’s the prettiest shade of pink. A winking star. I give him some lube, drizzling it into his crease. He toys with it some more, biting his damn lip, teasing one finger inside to the first knuckle.
“H-Here. Your cock goes in here. Only here, ever again,” he underlines so forcefully that electricity sizzles through me.
I love that I won’t be the only possessive one in this relationship. “Only me, ever again,” I confirm. “I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard, Dashie, and you’re gonna take it, but not until you’re needy enough. Keep playing, that’s it.”
His other hand twists into the sheets as the frustration builds. I push his right knee to his chest, so he’s splayed before me. My cock’s aching, wondering why I’m being such a stubborn ass. I want us both so fucking needy that we’re feral.
