Page 165 of Friendzone Hockey
I mean, it’s Stacey, so it’ll probably be a hot spanking, but I’d rather earn myself a “good boy” this time.
Because there will be so many other times.
He hangs up, tossing the phone into the open bedside drawer.
“Th-that was h-hot,” I pant out. Poor Gator, but he’ll live. I should maybe check my phone to make sure all my other exes are gone.
“The whore part was for you, the go fuck him was for me. I hated when you were with him.”
I make a helpless noise as he starts in on my ass again. He bends over to suck my neck as he hitches my knee onto the counter, which involves a second or two of him unlooping my jeans and boxers from my foot. My body presses into the counter, elbows bending to keep my hands flat to the surface; I’m spread open for him.
My cock leaks against the cabinet. I’m so turned on right now. It’s never been like this with anyone else, and I can’t help comparing. I knew all along, knew Stacey was the one for me. He was worth the wait. Notjustbecause of the mind-melting sex, but also because of the mind-melting sex.
He drives his cock into me like a reckless animal, equally as ravenous for me, unable to control himself. Fuck. I hope it’s always, always like this. His fingers dig into my thigh, giving him leverage to fuck me in the savage way I pictured him on nights when this was only a wish.
“God, your ass, Dashie. Drives me fucking wild. It’s perfect, y’know? The most perfect ass in existence.” He spanks it for good measure and the moan falls out of me, I swear. “It’s all mine, too. I can’t believe I ever let you go near another man. What was I thinking?”
I laugh. “Yeah, not your brightest moment, Alderchuck,” I agree. “But I’m all yours now.”
“Fuck, when you say that … I’m gonna … can you?”
“I’m dying here. What part of my begging did you miss?” We’ve been at this for fifteen minutes, and he’s made me ride the edge for at least that long.
“Come. Come, sweetheart,” he says. A sharp pain blooms at the juncture where neck meets shoulder. Teeth. Stacey’s teeth sinking into me.
The pain times pleasure equation explodes, and I lose it. Shuddery shivers wrack my body, I cry loud enough the whole fucking neighborhood has to have heard me, cum shoots from my cock in torturous spurts that make their aftershocks known.
Behind me, Stacey’s pumping me full, moaning in sync with me. He pulls off of me just enough that I’m sure he’s getting a lewd view of my ass from behind with my knee on the counter like it is. Using his thumbs, he pries my hole open, sharp thrusting his way through what sounds like one helluva an orgasm.
Kinda wish I could see, too. See the way his cock disappears inside me and reappears only long enough to stuff me full again.
Stace yanks me up, still inside, cum crying tears down the creases of my inner thighs. I feel all dirty, and used, and totally his.
“Was that just like you wanted?” he whispers in my ear.
“Better.” My heart might explode.
We clean ourselves up—mostly. Stacey wanted his cum inside of me, knowing some would leak out.
“You can smell like me, too, sweetheart,” he’d said, and it was one of those times “sweetheart” sounded dark with a stamp of Alderchuck brand ownership.
For now, we’re taking a small break from our fuck-a-thon. He’s chopping veggies for a salad, while I work on a marinade for the steaks. We’re hosting one of many summer barbeques. Casey and Sutter went to stock up on booze, Dirk’s at work, and the rest will be over later tonight.
“What would you say to one more tattoo?” I ask.
“For you? Anything.” He gazes up briefly with a smile, never pausing his chopping. “What were you thinking?”
How do I explain this one to him?
“So, um, remember that day you met me?”
“The one where I walked into the wall like a moron? Yep. Still one of the best days of my life.”
“Yeah, well, I kinda followed you around before that.”
He pauses. “You’ve never told me that.”
“Because I sound like a stalker … but it wasn’t like that. You’ve always affected me. I was looking for my dad, but you were there and … oh god, none of this is coming out right. It makes sense in my head.”
