Page 31 of Flagrant Foul (Totally Pucked #3)

Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly

It’s bedtime, and it’s been a wonderful day. I’ve been buoyed immeasurably by the goodnight kisses Sev has been giving me for the past few nights, and added to that, he’s been acting weird all day today. It might not sound like it, but in his case, that’s a good thing.

He’s been hiding in his room—very unlike him—or he’s been skulking around corners, closely observing my every move. He’s trying not to show it, but I know him too well for him to get away with that.

I know what’s happened. I have his undivided attention. I finally, finally, finally have it, and it feels as good as I always thought it would feel. Better, actually, because the fantasy of it always felt unreal, out of reach, and impossible, and this is really happening.

It’s not perfect because Sev isn’t perfect. He’s better than perfect. He’s flawed and messy and human.

Like me .

He’s been getting hard around me today. He’s been trying to hide it, but his dick isn’t one that’s easy to hide when it’s chubbed up. He’s been pulling his T-shirt down and putting a throw pillow on his lap. It’s adorable.

As if I’d fall for that.

This evening, he sprouted a spectacular boner and failed to hide it at all. He was wearing gray sweatpants, and let me tell you, the combination of the soft cotton blend and Sev’s big, beautiful, hard dick was something to behold.

My favorite thing about it was that all I did to garner the reaction was take a bite of his apple.

He licked the juice off his hand, and I saw the exact moment he realized what it meant to me—why I found it hot and why I liked it so much when I was younger.

Sev when he’s turned on is even hotter than Sev when he’s not, and that’s something I didn’t think was possible.

His jaw clenches and he breathes out of his mouth, through his teeth, forcing a rough, grating sound through tiny gaps in pearly enamel.

There are flames in his eyes, little sparks in the dark, and I love it.

I fucking love it.

I love that he’s still here now. On the couch with me, pretending to be engrossed in the crap that’s on TV.

He’s on his side of the couch, squished against the arm, and I’m stretched out comfortably.

My feet are in his lap, and he’s kneading the arch of my foot even though I haven’t told him to or kicked him at all.

“So, what’s your plan for tomorrow?” He’s mentioned that Nadia has asked him to come over and get the rest of his things, and I know he doesn’t enjoy doing things like that on his own.

“Do you want me to come with you? I can help you carry your boxes…and I can protect you if she starts throwing shit at you,” I tease.

“I can protect myself,” he replies, giving me a subtle side eye.

“I know, but you don’t have to.” That gives him pause, and a shadow forms between his brows.

He turns his face toward me but doesn’t say anything.

“What? You think Nate’s the only one who has your back?

” He sighs, and something hard to decipher spirits across this face.

“I have your back too, Sev. Probably more than Nate does.” I’m talking out of my ass, but who cares.

“Nate has fifty pounds on you easily, Tee.”

I shoot him a grin. “Yeah, but are his reflexes fire like mine?”

He laughs even though I can tell he didn’t mean to. It’s a beautiful thing to see. A hard, masculine face softens. A veil drops, and amusement rubs out hard lines and replaces them with something smoother.

“I only said it one time, you little shit.”

“Yeah, but it was enough to change the course of my life. You know that, don’t you? You know you’re the reason I became a goalie, right?”

“I figured.”

“That’s the power you have over me, Sev.

It’s nothing new either. You’ve always had it.

At times, it’s made me really mad, but lately…

Lately, I’ve realized I don’t mind. It is what it is.

There’s nothing I can do about it. It’s the way it’s meant to be, and I feel better now that I’ve accepted it. ”

He looks away. His chest rises and falls sharply.

“You’ll feel better, too, once you accept it. You’ll see.”

He grunts noncommittally, and I take it as a sign he’s had all the fun he can handle for the day. I scoot up to his side of the couch and kneel beside him expectantly, like I have for the past few nights.

“Oh Jesus, what now?” he mutters, eyelids fluttering shut for longer than a single blink usually requires. I don’t answer, so he fills in the blanks. “What do you want? More kisses? Is that it? Because…”

I cut him off. “You know what I read once? I read that when you go to the dentist and lie there in the chair with your mouth open and that bright light shining into it, dentists can see if you’ve recently given a blowjob because you get a round bruise on the back of your throat if you have.

Can you believe that? Imagine how many guys lie in those chairs, completely oblivious to the fact that their dentist can see all their secrets?

” I put a hand over my mouth to smother a giggle.

“What’s your point, Teddy?” he huffs.

“My point is that’s what I want. I want a mark on the inside of me that you put there. One that no one else can see. One no one but you and I know about. I want your mark on the inside of my body…” I shrug broadly, “But, hey, if all you’re offering are goodnight kisses, I’ll take ’em.”

“I dunno if it’s a good id—”

“But, Sev, I can’t sleep without them. I’ve tried, I swear, but I can’t. I’ve been so tired for so long, and for the last few nights, I’ve slept like the dead.” I allow myself a little pout. “I need them.”

His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing, as he grabs my head hard and yanks me toward him. I gasp in surprise as he kisses my cheeks, left then right, and plants a bruising kiss on my lips.

Three kisses .

Three angry, open-eyed kisses served with a scraping of rough stubble against my skin. Punishing kisses that I like just as much as the soft ones he gave me last night.

“Now go to bed,” he says as if he’s under the impression he’s in control here.

“I will,” I say, getting up with a little flounce, “but only because I’m going to jack off.”

I’m halfway down the hall, almost at my bedroom door, when I hear it: a deep, helpless rumble that shakes the very foundation I stand on.

I turn back to him, heart beating like a drum.

Fear of the word no, being pushed away, or held at arm’s length fades a little more, slipping from my grasp and sinking into a recess that might not even be part of me anymore.

Fear dissipates and is rapidly replaced by a lust so intense that nothing else exists.

Only want exists now. Only inevitability.

Only certainty that Sev is mine as much as I’m his.

“You can watch if you want,” I say quietly. “I’ll leave my door open for you.”

I keep my back to the doorway as I undress. It doesn’t take long because all I have on is a new pair of boxer briefs and three of Sev’s hair ties on my wrist. I keep the hair ties on because they’re his and drop my underwear to the floor .

My bed is unmade, but I don’t care. I don’t straighten the sheets. I lie back on it, my lower back and knees pleasantly supported by my bunched bedding. I prop myself up, twisting my torso, and rifle through my top drawer until I find my lube.

I pour a healthy dollop onto my hand and coat my shaft as I watch the doorway.

I’m so hard that it’s a struggle to make my hands work.

My skin is pulled tight, stretched to the point that my dick is dark red and throbbing.

I’m so sensitive that my spine contracts as soon as my palm makes contact.

So much so that I’m forced to relax my grip, gingerly working the lube all over myself before taking myself in hand again.

I suck deep breaths through my teeth as sharp shards of pleasure shoot up my spine, warming me and gaining intensity with each stroke, spreading quickly until it’s not just my cock that’s bombarded. Sensation leaks into my pelvis, up my body, down my legs.

The entire time, I keep my eyes trained on the doorway. I listen for the creak of the couch, for the sound of Sev’s feet hitting the floor, anything that lets me know he’s nearby.

I stroke and stroke, holding back as much as I can, choking on pleasure as I watch and wait and wait until conscious thought is erased and I’m fucking sure I’m going to explode.

I bite back a pained groan.

My hand works.

And works.

My eyes slide shut as bone matter begins to disintegrate.

A raw, rasping breath drags me from my stupor. My head jerks, and I look at the doorway in time to see a long, lupine shadow spilling into my room.

A seismic wave hits me and forces a savage groan from under my sternum. I don’t try to hold it back. I can’t. My legs tense, knees locking and toes curling as my hips start thrusting in time with my hand.

The shadow on the floor doesn’t move, it doesn’t budge or stir, but I hear it breathing. The soft sound of air entering the lungs of the man I love, and leaving him again.

It’s not much, but it’s enough. More than enough. I feel Sev in the air around me. His skin and his hair. He’s fluid, like a phantom. Like the thing I’ve fantasized about every single goddamn time I’ve ever touched myself.

This time is different though. He’s here. He’s real, and he’s watching me .

I stroke once more and come so hard that flashes of orange and black light up the ceiling.