Page 64 of Puck Shots
“It’s fine, really, don’t rush out on my account.”
“But I promised.”
I already told him that he’s already stepped up for me in more ways to count.
“I don’t want you thinking about me at lunch. Chicago would be an amazing team to be picked up by. Did you know that the Argonne National Laboratory is near Chicago? They have some of the most in-depth physics research out there. Oh, and they have one of the world’s brightest x-ray light sources allowing them to study the structure of things at the atomic and molecular level.”
“I’ll be sure to ask about it at lunch.”
“Why would you ask about it at lunch? You should be talking about the hockey team.”
He chuckles and turns his head slowly my way.
“You’re so right. What was I thinking?”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little, does it show?”
I reach over and grab the marker from his dresser and grab his hand, turning it over to see his wrist.
“Here, this will help,” I say, popping the cap and brushing my thumb over the faded lightning bolt on his wrist for a second before tracing it over in fresh black marker. “Feel better?”
“Actually, yes. Can I have that?” he asks, and I hand it over. He flips my grip on his wrist to turn mine up.
“Now you’ll have one, too, just in case I don’t make it in person.”
He traces the felt of the marker over my skin, the gentle scratch not really bringing me any calming vibes. I know I said I don’t need him there, but that doesn’t mean I am not totally freaking out. I am going to make a total fool of myself, trip up the stairs, throw up all over my laptop and fail this first presentation altogether.
When he’s done, he lifts my wrist to his lips and blows gently over the sensitive skin, sending a shiver through me all the way to my balls.
My eyes close as I let the sensation wash over me, my cock thickening, and when he presses his warm lips over the same spot, I let out a soft moan.
“How long do we have?” I ask, and his kiss moves up my inner forearm.
“Long enough.”
Kissing and stumbling our way to the bathroom, I’m careful not to mess up his shirt and jacket and hang them on the back of the door. His pants are off next, also hanging over one of the hooks.
Once my shirt is over my head, he’s lifting my other wrist to his mouth, kissing the same spot, and it’s unbelievable how hot it’s making me. I knew that there were other zones or whatever that could be arousing, but it never occurred to me that the inner wrist was one of them. I give his ass a squeeze, then move my grip to his hard cock, stroking him slowly.
His lips move up my arm until he’s nuzzling the crook of my elbow, and fuck me if my knees don’t wobble at the way the sensation travels through my body.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” I breathe, unzipping myself and letting my hard cock spring free. I step closer, wedging us together inmy grasp, and he sucks my arm harder, and sweeps his tongue in circles over the soft skin.
His free hand is pressed tight at my back, helping to hold me close as I work us, faster and faster. Our breaths heavy, soft moans escaping from our lips, my balls ache as the pressure builds, and then he releases my arm, grabs the back of my neck, and kisses me hard, his tongue forcing its way past my lips.
He presses me against the wall, the cold tile sending a chill through my spine that’s in perfect contrast to the heat between my legs, and it’s enough to send me to the edge. My gut swirls and my balls pull up tight as steady pumps become greedy thrusts and my orgasm hits hard.
He breaks our kiss, his blue-gray eyes locked on mine, swollen lips parted as he sucks in a breath, then lets out a guttural moan as his cock spills between us.
When we’re both spent, he lowers his head to my shoulder.
“Well, I can’t think of a better way to settle my nerves, how about you?”
“Pretty sure I’ve never felt this relaxed,” I say, and he kisses the crook of my neck just once, then steps back to start cleaning himself up.
“I better get redressed,” he says, tossing the washcloth in the hamper and washing his hands.
