Page 52 of Flagrant Foul (Totally Pucked #3)

Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly

No, I’m not feeling especially chill. Why do you ask?

I’ve had one of the most challenging practices of my career, and I’m exhausted. At the same time, I’m more wired than I’ve ever been. My dick feels like a tightly strung bow. String pulled back so hard there’s a real risk of an arrow releasing with or without my consent.

Things were bad enough when we left home. Sev letting me taste him in the car didn’t help. Neither did the way he kissed me to chase his precum down. Long and hard. A demanding kiss that he punctuated with a growl so low it rattled the car windows along with my brain.

All that had nothing on what he did when we got to the arena.

He stood behind me in the locker room as the guys around us went about their business and whispered, “Hang back after practice, Tee. Make up an excuse to talk to Samir or something. Take your time getting naked. I want you alone in the shower so I can fuck you. Got it? ”

My entire body went hot and cold and then hot again. My hair stood on end and a tidal wave of arousal washed over me. A wave so powerful that I was kind of impressed with myself for staying on my feet.

“There’s lube in your bag. I put it there before we left home. Make sure you take it into the shower with you.”

Saying I haven’t been able to think of anything else would be the greatest understatement of all time.

Now I’m here, buck naked, in the Blackeyes shower room, ass trembling with anticipation as I wait.

Other players have come and gone. Men have undressed, showered, and got dressed again.

Backs have been slapped and shit has been spoken.

Towels have been used and dropped on the floor.

Bags have been packed and guys have gone home.

There’s no one left in the changing area. They’d be hard to miss, but to be on the safe side, I’ve checked twice. I’ve checked all the toilet cubicles for stragglers too, swinging the doors open and searching the space as though I believe adult men are prone to hiding in restrooms for fun.

There’s no one there either.

I’m alone.

All alone in a dark tiled space that’s heavy with the musk of my teammates. Man sweat and laughter still ricochet off the walls. Thick clouds of steam have risen to the ceiling, casting a misty glow around the overhead lights.

I look around again, feeling painfully obvious, and flick on the faucet.

I put my toiletries on the shelf, hiding the lube behind my shampoo out of an excess of caution, then I stand aside and wait for the water to run hot.

I’ve been in this room hundreds of times.

Literally, hundreds of times, and I’ve never felt this naked before.

Not even when Sev joined the team and I ran into him in here for the first time.

He was naked, and the sight of him caused every thought I’d ever had to drop out of my head.

My heart pounds now like it did then.

I test the water with my hand. It’s perfect. Hot but not too hot. Hot enough that it isn’t a shock to the system, but not so hot that it’s unrefreshing.

An almighty clatter heralds Sev’s arrival. It’s loud enough that I hear it over the din of the water. A stick crashes into a locker door. Skates and a helmet are pulled off and tossed to the side.

I don’t need to look to know who it is.

I’d know that mess anywhere.

I soap myself quickly and keep my back turned to the shower entrance. My heart beats like I’m on the run. Like I’m a predator and prey rolled into one .

Sev hisses louder than the spray of the water when he sees me, and a warm feeling of relief washes over me.

It’s new, but I’ve been noticing it more and more.

When he’s around, I’m not anxious or angry.

The planets align. Even though I’m rampant, horny, and easily as much of a mess as he is, when he and I are in the same place, everything is as it’s meant to be.

I hear him turn on the faucet behind me and turn enough that I have a clear view of him. He looks fucking unreal. His body glints with sweat. His arms and legs are muscular and lean.

His hair is still tied up, and I can’t have that.

“Let your hair down,” I tell him as he steps under his spout. There’s a tinge of desperation in my voice that I make no effort to remove.

He smiles like I’ve said something that makes him happy.

He scrubs himself roughly and rinses the suds off before doing as I asked.

“D’you want it?” he asks, holding the hair tie out to me the same way he did the first time we kissed.

“Yeah, I want it bad.”

He brings it to me and kisses my cheek as I slide it onto my wrist. Warmth from his body cranks up the temperature in the room.

He runs his hands up and down my arms. Then he does the same to my dick.

It’s electric. Instantly hot. Instantly amplifying the arousal I’m already feeling, stepping it up to a level that’s unrecognizable to me.

He grabs the lube from its hiding spot and squirts a liberal amount on his hand, dabbing a little onto my opening before coating his fingers with the rest.

“We have to be quick,” he says. I nod and reach back, taking a cheek in each hand and gently prying them open for him.

He hisses again and drops his lips to my shoulder, gnawing, not biting or kissing the flesh he finds there.

“D’you know how many times I’ve thought about this?

How many times I’ve dreamed of having you like this? ”

“How many times?”

“ All the time,” he says as he teases my entrance.

Pleasure pools in my dick and mind-numbing sensation licks at my ring.

“There hasn’t been a single time since I joined the Blackeyes that I’ve been in this room and haven’t thought about doing this to you.

Not one. I used to jerk off at least twice before games and practices, sometimes three times, so I could shower near you and not get hard. ”

He pushes two fingers into me at once. It’s a brutal, euphoric attack on my nervous system. Neurotransmitters are activated. Endorphins flood my system.

“We have to hurry, baby, so I’m going to need you to relax really hard, okay? Bear down for me so I can get inside you.”

A long, wanton sound leaks out of me.

“Shh, baby, we have to be quiet. Someone could hear us,” he whispers, as he fingers me some more.

Two fingers quickly give way to three, and it would be hard to take if it weren’t for the fact that Sev is here and he’s talking me through it.

“That’s it, Tee. You’re doing so well. Don’t tense, okay. Don’t fight it. Let me in.”

“I’m ready,” I say before long.

“Uh-uh, wait for it, baby. Hold still. I need to open you a little more.”

I grunt and bend my knees slightly, impaling myself deeper on his fingers, lust and base need making my actions clumsy and more jerky than usual. “Thought you said we had to hurry?”

Sev cups my jaw and turns my face toward his. Obsidian eyes search mine. “You think I’d ever do anything to hurt you?”

I shake my head, and maybe for the first time, I believe it. Not that he won’t hurt me physically. I’ve known that all my life, but for the first time, I let myself imagine that my heart might be as safe with him as my body is.

“I’d never hurt you,” he murmurs, breath warm on my neck. “I’d rather die. I’d rather the entire team, management, and every single rink man catch us at it than put my dick in you one second before you’re ready to take it.”

I don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is.

My mind reels and drifts to a misty place where people see us together like this.

Me naked, with Sev standing behind me. Me bent over, legs open, for him.

I imagine looks of shock on a sea of faces.

The way they’d flinch and blink. The way their eyes would spill down my body like hot oil.

Cogs would turn slowly. Surprise, shock, and maybe even a little disgust would give way and be replaced by one thing and one thing only: envy.

Envy that Sev is holding my hip like I’m his. Envy that his fingers are buried deep inside me, stroking the exact part of me that makes my soul come unstuck. But most of all, envy that he’s mine.

I lean forward, hands still holding my cheeks apart, and open myself more. He fingers me powerfully and purposefully. I lean my face against the tiled wall in front of me and clamp my teeth on my bottom lip to smother my moans .

When he’s finally, finally convinced I’m ready, my sanity is hanging on by a thread. Nerves and excitement blend together, and the result is a wild, quivering thing. I’m so turned on and drenched in need that it’s soaked into my bones and turned them to mush.

Sev gets the lube again and this time spreads it on his dick. Deep, carnal parts of me relax. Parts I haven’t held open for him before. Parts that can’t be touched by fingers, tongues, or even dicks. Parts so deep inside me that I’ve never let anyone come close to them before.

“I’m going to be quick, okay, baby? I’m going to put it in, and I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but I’m going to fuck fast so we don’t get caught. It’s going to be intense. It’s going to make you want to scream, so I’m going to put my hand over your mouth so nobody hears us.”

Fortunately, Sev’s reflexes are fire too. They must be because he moves his hand fast enough to catch the rampant growl his words rattle out of me.

He penetrates me in a single, sure thrust. The kind of thrust that only happens when two bodies are familiar with each other.

The kind of thrust that takes every good thing in the world, every good feeling, every powerful sensation, and forces it directly up my spine all the way to the base of my skull .

My mouth is wide open. A scream silenced by the meaty flesh of a palm. He pulls halfway out, and my legs almost give way at the mere threat of the loss of him. Fortunately, he’s right where I am. He needs this as much as I do. Wants this the way I want it.

His hips snap, and he forces himself into me as deeply as he can.

His pace is quick, the pleasure and intensity of it overwhelming. My senses are drowning. Nerve endings are firing. Water runs down my face and torso, trickling down my throbbing cock.

Sev slides his free hand around my body, running his hand up my slick belly, coming to a stop only when he reaches my left nipple. He takes possession of it like it’s his. Like it’s always been his.

“Jack it, Tee,” he grinds out. “Hard and fast. Hurry. I won’t stop till you come…I can’t.”

I tighten my hand on my shaft at the same time Sev rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It’s an overload of sensation. A torrent. A flood. My ass, my dick, my chest, overrun in the best possible way.

Before I come, I know what’s about to happen. I know what’s happening before it happens. In the quiet moment before climax hits, I enter a vacuum. A weightless void that gives me a second to prepare. And believe me, I need it, because I’m about to have the most devastating orgasm of my existence.

It lands like a crack of lightning, ripping through me at the speed of light. My balls pull up tight and my asshole convulses around Sev. A blinding streak of white and gold shoots up my ass, through every cell in my body, and out of my dick.

My entire being is alive with pleasure in its purest form, shaking me until I’m completely wrung out.

Sev doesn’t stop or slow down. He continues hard and fast, delivering such a thorough fucking that a distinctive wet slapping sound rings out each time our bodies collide.

At last, Sev’s stride stutters, breaking into shorter, spasmodic jerks rather than the smooth, deep thrusts he’s been treating me to. He moans loudly, fingers clawing at me, as he pumps a piping hot load into me.

By the time we’re dressed and ready to leave the arena, every ounce of tension has been drained from my body, but my mind is racing and my thoughts are jumbled.

My legs are wobbly, and when I walk, my ass twitches from the aftershocks of what it’s just been through.

It’s a tender reminder of what we did together, and when I look at Sev, there’s an easy closeness between us that makes me feel like I’m floating and grounded at the same time.

“What do you want to do for the rest of the day?” he asks as we get into the car.

My filter has been well and truly fucked out of me, so I don’t censor my answer.

“I dunno. I was kind of thinking of lying on my bed with my head dangling off the edge and letting you fuck my throat all afternoon. I was thinking maybe we could work on getting that mark on the inside of me that I’ve been wanting.

But you know me. I’m easygoing, so if you have a better plan, we can do that instead. ”

I expect him to scoff and tell me I’m the furthest thing from easygoing imaginable, but he doesn’t.

He looks at me for a long time, beautiful brown eyes going softer and softer until the sight of him makes my eyes sting.

“No one’s supposed to be perfect, Tee,” he says so quietly it seems as though he’s talking more to himself than to me. “So why the hell are you?”