Page 133 of Two Guys One Puck
“No, I’m still frustrated, annoyed, and a little mad.” He wraps his fingers around the back of my neck, kissing me needily. “But I’d rather be all those things with you than without you.”
“Don’t do that.” I fight a smile.
“Do what?” he asks, tugging open my jeans.
“Make me soft for you. I like when you take your anger out on me.” I lift my ass so he can slide off my pants.
“You shouldn’t like this so much.” He laughs, tossing my pants aside. “I can do both.”
“No? You’d rather I fight you?” I flip my briefs down, exposing my cock.
“Sometimes. Not today.” Ronan pulls off my shirt, then dips his head to lick my nipple.
“Good. Now fuck me like you hate me.” My entire body ignites under his mouth, and I’m desperate for him to touch my cock.
He bites the curve of my neck. “Hate is a strong word.”
“Do your worst, ???????.”
“You’re doing that on purpose.” He steps back, putting on a show as he unzips his pants, making me watch as he wraps his hand around his thick cock.
I lean forward while my cock leaks. “Bring that here.”
“Do you deserve it?”
“Why?” I clench my jaw, refusing to go to him.
“You keep calling me that word without telling me what it means!”
I smirk. “You’re so easy to bait. Is why I’m the better hockey player.”
He growls, and it’s like music to my ears. He closes the distance between us, and I grab his cock, but don’t expect him to grab my thighs and haul me off the counter. He picks me up easily, and I’ve never realized how big he actually is. Like, I know, but this is a whole other display, and it makes me fucking horny. More than I already was.
I grasp his face, kissing him hungrily.
He devours my mouth, carrying me over to the couch, kicking off his pants on the way. I pull at the back of his shirt, needing it off. I want all of him. Every inch of his skin on mine. He throws me down on the cushions, barely giving me a second of reprieve before he’s on me.
He rocks his hips, rubbing his shaft between my cheeks. I arch up, fucking needy. If I wasn’t so desperate to get him inside me, I might be embarrassed by how I’m acting.
He pulls back, and I growl in my language for him to come back. He smiles like he can tell from just my tone. “I need a condom.”
“Don’t use one.”
He cocks his head, and I can’t tell if he’s unsure or surprised. “If you win your semi-final game, I’ll fuck you without.”
My breath catches in my throat. “You shouldn’t want us to win, Seaborn.”
“I want you to win, and I want to kick your ass Saturday.” He rolls on a condom.
I scoff, picking up my head to watch while he takes his fucking time. “If you’re this slow on the ice, you won’t have a chance.”
“You’ll take what I give you.” Ronan roughly flips me over, putting a hand between my shoulder blades while pulling my hips back with his other. He puts one foot on the couch while teasing his head over my tight ring. Warm fluid drips over my hole, and I arch.
“I’ll call you whatever I see fit, sugar cake.”
“You’re going to pay for that.” He spreads me, then fists a hand in my hair, using it to pull me onto his cock.
I groan, eyes rolling back as he fills me, unable to even get out a snarky comeback. He doesn’t give me a minute to get used to his girth, immediately pulling back before thrusting forward again. He’s relentless, and I don’t want him any other way.
