Page 12 of Puck'n Bully
“Why don’t you give things a try? Drink some beer and fuck one of those sweet bunnies. They’re really nice, you know? Live a little before college is over forever.” A concerned look comes over him as he unsteadily moves closer to me. “Are you okay, bud?”
A sigh escapes me. Pavel Mitchikov is a fucking menace on the ice but when he gets drunk like this, he becomes overly emotional about every little thing.
But the guy is perceptive. I’ll give him that.
He’s seeing through some of the barriers I’ve cast around me.
The reason I never drink is to make sure I always stay in control. I don’t want to talk or act in a way that’ll risk revealing my deepest, most shameful secret.
“You should go back and celebrate with the rest of the team,” I say, prying my wrist out of his hold.
“Come on!” he pouts like a kid but I turn around and hurry up to the second floor.
It’s a relief when I reach my room and close the door behind me.
The sound of people’s voices and the thud of hip-hop music fade away as I drag my tired body inside. Shirking off my jacket, I let it fall to the ground.
I don’t want to hang out with a bunch of drunk college kids. In the darkness of my room, I can finally revel in my depravity. I can finally beme.
Kicking off my sneakers, I slouch on the edge of my bed.
I want to go to bed but Liam’s face pops up in my mind.
Other than hockey, I’ve never beenthisobsessed about anything or anyone.
Taking my phone out, I flick through the photos I took while Liam was busy serving tables. I stop at one where he’s smiling brightly.
Thinking back, this was the moment he was cleaning up ketchup for a little girl who’d spilled a big dollop on her skirt. She’d broken into tears as it was her favorite dress.
The kid’s mom and her aunts failed to soothe her but Liam distracted her by bringing her a chocolate sundae and calling her his “cute princess”. He then proceeded to get on his knees and asked her if she’d dance with him.
The little girl blushed but happily agreed.
Liam picked her up in his arms and danced with her, making her laugh and thoroughly enjoy herself. Within minutes, the child forgot about the stain on her dress.
Staring at Liam’s photo, I soak in the warmth and innocence radiating from his eyes. It almost feels like nothing bad has ever touched him.
“I hate it when you smile like that,” I grind out in a low, deep voice as heat floods my veins. With my other hand, I loosen my belt and open my jeans.
I’ve been aching and hard since the moment I felt the silky skin of Liam’s neck underneath my rough fingers. His strength was no match for me, allowing me to press up against his body.
The smell of caramel, edged with sea salt, still lingers in my nostrils. Months have passed by since I last saw him but I still remember Liam’s scent.
I push my jeans and boxers down my hips and palm my cock. Liam’s breathy gasps ring in my ear, heightening my sensitivity. How would it feel to keep him pinned underneath me while I pushed inside him?
My hand moves up my shaft, circling the head, and then slides back down. A bead of precum appears at the tip, making me groan.
Imagining Liam’s tight little rim, I pump my cock from root to tip, arching my hips into the movement.
Fuck! I’ve barely started and I’m about to lose it.
If I ever got the chance to bring him into my bed, I’d make sure to mark every inch of his flawless skin with my teeth. The thought sends a rush of heat through me, making me ram my cock against my fist.
Liam’s glazed eyes flash in my mind, turning my balls rock-hard instantly.
“Liam,” I moan, feeling my pleasure intensify.
Next moment, hot ropes of cum splash up my hand and across my belly. My cock throbs at the same frantic pace as my heart as I empty myself. The heat is so unbearable, I continue stroking my slick shaft until only dribbles of cum are left leaking from the tip.
