Page 51 of Flagrant Foul (Totally Pucked #3)

Sev Delorean

Teddy’s skin looks like it’s still warm from his shower.

His cheeks are pink, hair damp. His hair is darker than usual when it’s wet, and in some ways, it makes him look younger than his years.

He has it pushed back off his face, which draws my attention to his eyes and his brows.

Acid blue smudges burrowed under perfectly arched brows.

His lips are pink too. They’re pinker than usual from the way I kissed him when he opened his eyes this morning. Like he was oxygen and I was suffocating without him.

Seeing him like this, face shiny and fresh out of the shower, lips bitten, makes me feel weak.

I guess there’s some distant part of me that thought if I let myself have him, I’d get him out of my system.

Not a big part, not even an especially hopeful part, but a tiny, faraway part that thought that by banging it out a few times with him, I’d somehow reset myself.

That if I had him, I’d see he’s just a regular guy.

Just a normal human being with good points and bad points like everyone else.

A small, delusional part that thought getting Teddy on his back would make me see that he’s not all that special. That the only reason I wanted him was because someone said I couldn’t have him.

That’s not what’s happened at all.

When I’ve been with him, I do feel reset. I feel like everything I’ve ever wanted, ever done, ever wanted to do in the past, doesn’t matter. My mind is clear for a while after we’ve fucked. A good while. A minute, maybe more. A lovely blank page with no lines and no writing on it.

The second I open my eyes or breathe in, I see him or smell him, and I swear, it hits me like a fucking freight train.

I want him worse than I did before. I want him worse than all the years I couldn’t have him rolled into one.

Worse than the torturous nights I hung out with him and Nate in Alabaster, in restaurants or bars, or in cold cities that hockey brought us together in, trying my best not to let Nate see my gaze linger on him.

I want him worse than I did in locker rooms dotted all over the country. Worse than I wanted him in the showers. Worse than I did every single goddamn time we’ve ever been on the ice together .

Worse than I did when he made his debut for the Blackeyes, and I saw the number on his jersey.

Seven.

When he was a kid, he told me once his favorite number was seven. He pronounced it Sev en, and even way back then, it melted my heart.

Teddy walks his clean, shiny face and perfect body across the living room to his fish. He moves like a regular, normal guy. Like someone with good points and bad points, like everyone else.

“Aw, look at you, Raggie,” he coos. “You’re more beautiful than ever this morning.” His shoulders hitch up and he lets out an adorable, impish sound. “And I’m willing to bet you’re more of an asshole too.”

He looks back at me, waiting for me to say something similar to, “Like owner, like fish,” but I don’t.

I can’t.

Teddy’s perfect lips formed the word asshole , and unfortunately, I seem to be experiencing a rather intense blank page moment as a result.

When I snap out of it, I’m at the fish tank with him, sliding my hand into the back of his pants.

I was right. His skin is still warm from his shower. His cheeks are like freshly baked brioche in my palms. There’s no way I can hold them and not squeeze them. No way I can’t pull them apart.

“Sev!” he says, lips twisting into a heated grin. “We can’t. We’ll be late.”

His eyes say Do your worst, big boy, I dare you.

I yank his pants down to just below the shelf of his ass and sink to my knees before I’m consciously aware that I’ve decided to do so.

I watch, emitting a low sound that reverberates through the apartment as I peel his cheeks open.

My fingers caress twin mounds of flesh. Stroking them.

Harpooning them. Turning them as pink as the cheeks on his face.

When he squirms in my grip, I dive in. Mouth open, tongue out, hitting my target dead center. A perfect pink star puckers and pulses from my ministrations. He squirms again, shoving his ass into my face hard. I lick for my life. For the ages.

For the man who thought he’d come out of this unscathed.

For the man who knows that now that I’ve tasted him, I won’t ever be the same.

He thrashes against my lips and tongue, fighting for more. More friction. More contact. I love seeing him like this. I live for it. Nothing has ever gratified me more .

From the depths of my stupor, I become aware of his movements—he’s freed his dick and is taking it in hand.

That brings me back to myself.

I’m on my feet in an instant, holding his beautiful, perfect right wrist firmly in my hand, easing his hand away from his cock.

“W-what the fuck?” he exclaims, struggling and glowering at me in a way that makes me suspect he’s experiencing a little blank page moment of his own.

I lead him to the door, tugging firmly to get him moving. “We gotta go. You said so yourself. You don’t want to be late, do you?”

“Yes, I want to be late!” he cries, wrestling with his pants with one hand. “Of course I want to be late. I love being late. Don’t you know me at all?”

He’s still grumbling, and I’m still holding his wrist by the time we get downstairs to the garage.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” he scowls as he clicks the buckle of his safety belt into the anchor.

When it clicks, I slide an arm behind the headrest of his seat, turning to look out the rear windscreen, and put the car in reverse.

Teddy complains solidly as I drive. “My asshole is wet, asshat. It’s literally wet with your saliva.

My heart is pounding…badly. I feel all shaky inside.

” He shifts in his seat, lifting one cheek then the other in an effort to make himself more comfortable.

“I can’t be expected to practice like this. It’s…it’s unprofessional.”

“Asshat,” I parrot, chuckling like a fucking idiot. “I’d love to wear your ass as a hat.”

He slaps my chest and looks away so I can’t see how hard he’s trying not to laugh. “It’s not funny. I can’t think like this. I’m going to have people belting pucks at me for the next couple of hours, and I won’t be able to stop them because all my brainwaves are stuck in my dick.”

I didn’t think my plan through very well. The last thing I want is for him to be compromised at practice. There’s a quiet spot ahead, so I indicate and pull over, very concerned.

I turn to face him in time to see the evilest glint I’ve ever seen transforming his eyes into a disco ball.

Little shit. He knows how much I hate the thought of him getting hurt.

“I’m serious, Sev.” He presses his top and bottom lip together hard enough that a sliver of glossy pink juts out.

It’s the cutest, sweetest, most incorrigible pout on the planet.

“Okay,” I say, unzipping my fly and putting my hand in my pants. “Here’s the deal. ”

His eyes stretch in delight and so does his mouth. His pout vanishes in the blink of an eye.

“Can I suck it?” he asks, voice laced with hope.

“No, you can’t suck it.” I shake my head and wave emphatically at our surroundings. “We’re on the street, Teddy. Of course you can’t suck it. I shouldn’t even be doing this here.”

His lip quirks up in a question. “Why are you doing it then, and more to the point, what are you doing?”

I look left and right furtively, doing a quick one-eighty to make sure no one can see us. The coast is clear, so I take my dick in my hand, circling it tightly and squeezing as I drag my hand down my shaft. A clear drop of liquid forms at the tip. I scoop it up with my middle and pointer fingers.

I hold my fingers up for him to see, letting the light hit what I have for him, making it glisten.

“I’m giving you a little something to tide you over,” I say as though it should be obvious.

He snatches my hand in both of his and brings it to his lips. His head tilts to the side and his lips part. My fingers sink into his mouth. Soft lips envelop them. Blunt teeth scrape sensitive skin, and the wet, slight roughness of his tongue laps at my fingertips.

He looks me dead in the eyes as he does it, and I moan .

I fucking moan.

There I was, thinking I’d be okay. Thinking I could touch him and survive it. Thinking I could be with him and come out of it unscathed.

Now here I am, feeding him precum on the side of the street, moaning my ass off as he eats it.