Page 51 of Off-Ice Misconduct (Daddies of the League #8)

Luke

A ce spent Thanksgiving with his frat, their annual “Fratsgiving”.

It’s a busy day of volunteering. It begins at a local elementary school in the morning, a mini carnival funded by the fraternity.

Picture Shep in a turkey suit handing out lollipops, and Ace doing glitter tattoos on tiny would-be hockey players.

Then they don hairnets and serve a Thanksgiving lunch at a local community shelter in Seattle.

That’s followed by their own turkey dinner at the house.

I got to benefit from that. Ace showed up with leftovers, a glitter tattoo of a wolf on his cheek, and a look that said he didn’t just come to feed me.

Now, it’s the last weekend in November, thank fuck.

December means a bit of a break from Hockey.

There are only three games scheduled, all of them home games.

November was mostly away, and I didn’t like it.

Not at all. This weekend, it’s a fundraiser and a home game against North Point, so I’m forced to release him for a little while, but the rest of the time, he’s mine.

Ace is cozied up from the cold November weather in something called an Oodie that Tate bought me. I’ve never used it; Ace stole it immediately.

“I thought I told you to go to bed.” He’s reading the book I assigned for class, or trying to, I should say, but his eyes are droopy.

“Yeah, but there’s no way you meant it. We haven’t had our hello fuck yet.”

He’s right, but I’m at war. He needs sleep, but I didn’t expect to miss him so much. Either way, we should be heading in an upwardly direction. First, I steal his book, setting it on the coffee table.

“My English professor’s gonna have my ass if I don’t get that reading done,” he says.

“He’s going to have your ass either way,” I promise, my voice dropping into the darkest octave.

I yank his large form off the couch, spinning him, attacking his lips, and shoving my tongue into his mouth.

The living room fills with the sounds of me ravaging his mouth.

Only a few weeks ago, I wasn’t allowed to do this, but now I can, and I won’t waste a second.

Gripping the sides of his face, I trap him.

He’s not going anywhere, not until I’m done. But wait, something’s in the way.

“Off,” I say, tugging at the mammoth hoodie-blanket. He’s quick to pull it off, and the thing thuds as it hits the floor.

There’s a moment, one quiet moment, where the world is still, and we’re the only two animate objects in it. Every detail of him becomes defined, down to the swell of his plump lips, a part of him that I’m particularly fond of.

“Every time you touch me, it gets worse,” he says, looking at me as if I’m something he can’t have.

It.

The thing between us.

It’s damn near unstoppable now.

There’s a plea there, too, as if I can help him, but I can’t. I’m as lost to it as he is, and I don’t care. If anything, I want to pull him down, down, down, further into the chaos.

“I want you.” It’s more than a sexual need, but that’s there too, amalgamating with all the ways I want him.

Want to ruin him, want to fuck him into oblivion, want to be with him. I choose him. Of all the humans on earth, I choose this one. Him.

“I want you, Luke, like I’ve never wanted anyone, and it’s fucking terrifying.”

I get that, maybe more than anyone could.

An inaudible snap echoes, the universe folding over on itself.

Need pours in, hot and urgent. My fingers slide up the sides of his scalp, digging deep into his hair.

He pulls in a sharp gasp of air, and I dive to swallow it, dipping my tongue inside, kissing him with all the passion I have.

He doesn’t need to be afraid of wanting me. I’ll show him.

I smack the meaty part of his thigh. Decision made—hard, fast, then bedtime.

“Get your ass to my bed, princess.”

He runs, and I chase him up the stairs. Ace is fucking fast, but I keep up, and as soon as we hit the bedroom, I’m on him, tearing at his clothes.

My usually able fingers fumble, unable to wait a second longer.

I want him naked, underneath me, my cock sunk so far in him that it becomes part of his ass.

I want to make sure.

Make sure there’s nothing between us. Remove any doubt.

It’s not pretty, the way we undress each other.

We hurry like the world’s on fire. Like there’s no time left.

Like if we don’t do this now, we’ll miss our chance to seal whatever magic brought us together.

Naked, already slick with sweat, I pull him so he’s flush with me, his back to my front, and open his neck, resting it into the crook of my shoulder.

I lick the spot, my favorite spot, that silken spot where his pulse hammers beneath the skin. Fuck. The way he gives himself to me.

All this power, mine.

But there’s an irony. It’s all mine to pillage, to do what I want with, yet all I want to do is take care of him.

“Have you been good, princess?” I say between bouts of feasting on him.

“Yes, Daddy. Promise. I made sure I was good for you.”

There’s a tremble in his voice as if he did try so hard, but the chance I might not agree might kill him. God, it’s sweet, that slight edge of fear. It’s what’s making him leak, and what’s making my dick so hard it aches.

“Tell Daddy how you’ve been a good boy.” I trail my fingers over his bulky abdominal wall, brushing them over his dick, feather light, inducing a body-wide shiver that has him bucking his hips.

“I’ve followed every rule, asked you for permission, sucked your cock so prettily,” he adds because he’s a fucking brat.

“Hmmm, but you’ve been away for so long. Daddy should spank you for that.”

The smile splits his lips, but he schools it quickly, not wanting to let on how much he wants a spanking. “If that’s what you think is best, Daddy.”

Thrusting my pelvis gently, I catch the crease of his ass with my cock. “Know what I think? I think this time a spanking will encourage the behavior I don’t want—you coming home to me, thinking you can ignore me.”

“I fucking knew you were grouchy about that.” This time, he doesn’t hide his smile. “What do you think I need, Daddy?”

“A good, hard, fucking. Kneel on the bed. Show Daddy what’s all his.

” I send him off with an additional handprint to his ass.

He yelps, but manages to fall gracefully onto the bed, spreading obscenely wide.

He arches his back, a nice concave shape so that his ass is the highest point, ready for my use.

Using my thumbs, I pry his cheeks apart, and then I pour some lube before sliding a finger in, pretending to check everything out.

“You’re nice and tight.”

“Because I’m not being used enough.” He sighs.

Smack! My hand cracks over his bare ass. “Tone down the brattitude, princess.”

I’m in the mood for obedience tonight, and I’m happy to punish him if he steps out of line—we both get off on that shit—but, maybe oddly, we get off on him being good for Daddy, too.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll behave.”

I kneel on the bed behind him. Normally, I’d tease him, bring him to the edge a few times before I allowed him any relief, but I need to be in him tonight. So I slick my straining cock with plenty of lube, pouring a generous amount between his cheeks until it drips onto the bed.

Lining my head with his hole, I rub it over his sensitive pucker until he’s whimpering.

“Luke, please. Fill me. I want to be so full of you.”

I push, just a little. He cries out, and then I back off.

I’m gonna stretch him with my cock tonight instead of my fingers.

Gotta go slow. Leaning over, I bite gently into the bulk of muscle, marking up Ace’s shoulder with a growl that fades off into a hum.

Then I slide my cock through the first ring of muscle.

“Ah!” he breathes, his cry catching on a delicious hiss. “More.”

“Yeah? You need Daddy’s cock, baby?”

“I missed it. Was all I could think about.”

Pulling out again, I slide two fingers in, twisting them, finding his prostate, massaging it. He chokes on a moan, unable to hold still, moving with my motions. I slip my fingers out and trade them for my cock again, sliding in halfway. Out then more. Out then?—

“Mmmmm,” I moan relief when I’m all the way inside him, his ass clenching around my cock. “That’s right, princess. Keep me inside.”

Biting deeper, I hold him in place with my teeth, thrusting gently. Then harder. When I’m sure he’ll stay put, I release his skin in favor of issuing some orders.

“Don’t you fucking move, Ace. I’ll do all the work. You just keep taking it like a good boy.”

“Please, make it hurt. You know I like to feel you the next day and … and …”

“You’ll feel me till your next game, baby. You’ll be so fucking sore, your cheeks will clench when you see me.”

“Yeeeesss,” he hisses out.

His moans get deeper, desperate. My fingers curl into the flesh of his hips.

“You like when I use you to get off, don’t you? Such a fucking alpha hockey star until you’re on Daddy’s dick. Then you’re just a pretty doll, begging to be fucked.”

“Yes … yes! Just your pretty doll, Daddy. Please, right there.”

I drive into him hard and fast, never giving his prostate a break, barely letting him take a full breath. But he somehow finds the air to beg me. Just stilted words off breathy pants. The noisy slap of our skin, my guttural growls.

No fucking mercy.

“You’re being so good. Bet your cock is hard, isn’t it? Bet you wanna stroke it.”

“I do,” he croaks, “but only if you say I can.”

“Good boy.” I give his ass a few smacks—because good boys deserve spankings too—and continue carving my cock into his insides. Holding him with one hand, I drag my nails down the right side of his spine with the other. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Daddy. Only you.”

“Damn right you do.”

He’s out of breath, he’s done such a good job holding back, but I need more of him.

Reaching under, I pull him back to me by his jaw, his back against my front—my favorite position—trapped against me, helpless and open.

I can’t get as deep this way, but I don’t need to when I hold him like this.

It does something to my insides that I can’t get from physical stimulation alone.

Ace is prey in this position—my prey. I spread a hand across his abdomen, low, just above his cock. The one miserably hanging on.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” I snarl against his neck before I nip and then suck, hard. Princess wants marks, he’ll get marks.

Gliding my meaty paw up his torso, he shivers. I find his nipples, tweaking them and then shove two fingers into his mouth, using it like a hook, tugging his head against the crook of my neck so he’ll feel all the more vulnerable.

I know he fucking loves that shit.

“Not so bratty now, are we? Did Daddy fuck you into submission, baby?”

Ace whines a muffled “Yeah-huh” while his cock leaks.

It’s still not enough, and it might never be enough, but I’m gonna try. Gripping around his right thigh, I yank it up so that it wraps around my body. He has to balance on his left knee, but I’m doing most of the work, because he’s locked against me, dependent on the hold I have on him.

“That’s it. Stay like that. I’m not done owning you.”

Ace arches his back, but that’s all he can do—completely immobile, completely mine.

I thrust upward and pull him down at the same time, using him as if he’s nothing but a toy, and he takes it. Ass clenching around my cock, not wanting to be free of me.

“Perfect. You’re so perfect,” I murmur as I piston into him. He tries to say something, so I release his mouth. “What’s that, baby?”

“Gonna come like this if you don’t stop.”

“Can’t have that. Not yet.”

Pulling out of him feels like suffocation, but only for a second.

“On your back,” I growl. “Spread yourself for me.”

He complies quickly, opening his muscular hockey-sculpted thighs. I slide right back into him, but then I pause, taking a moment to admire him and my handiwork.

Ace is wrecked. Ruined. Eyes glassy, lips swollen, bruises forming along his neck and shoulder—the one also sporting the imprints of my teeth. Those aren’t just marks, they’re my fucking brand.

“Such a fucking whore, McKinnon.”

“I’m anything you want me to be, Luke.”

My heart stutters, and I dive, catching my favorite place—his lips. I kiss and inhale him, tasting a hit of the vanilla coffee he was drinking earlier. I lick the back of his teeth and wrap my tongue with his, deepening the kiss.

When I pull away, I stare, using my thumb to caress his cheek. “Eyes on me while I fuck you hard enough to remember where you belong. I wanna watch you come for me.”

He bites his lip, nodding, too fuck-drunk to speak.

Rolling my hips slow, he squeezes my cock, making it im-fucking-possible to hold back, but I wanna see him lose it first. I don’t wanna miss a second. Reaching between us, I seize his cock as my new captive, stroking in time with my thrusts.

Ace cries out, a mix of pleasure and pain, sending me hurtling into an orgasm with him.

I plant my hands on the mattress, one on either side of his, taking his lips in a rough kiss.

We kiss for a long time—I’ll never take these lips for granted—and I don’t pull off him until our lungs are starved of air.

I collapse on my back, rolling him with me, keeping my softening cock inside him, my hot cum leaking out of him. We pant in sync, and he curls around me.

“T-Told yah, a hello fuck,” he says, breathless. “Always, like clockwork.”

He’s proud of himself for knowing me, and I like it too much to be insulted that I’ve been labeled as predictable.

But what I don’t like is how much of me is leaking out of him.

I roll him carefully to his side and sit up for a sec, reaching into the drawer where we keep a growing number of toys, shuffling until I find what I want.

Ace’s eyes widen. “What are you doing with that?”

“Whatever I want, princess.”

“Hot,” he says.

I push my cum up inside him and pop a medium-sized plug his ass. When I’m hard again, I’ll replace it with my cock.

Getting comfortable again, I tangle with him, skin to skin, locked in place by his heavy thigh over my hip. He’s floating after being fucked the way he wants to be fucked, his breaths even out, spreading like a blanket across the aftermath of our carnal wreckage.

“I miss you when I’m away, Luke. I miss you so hard.” His thumb traces my cheek. He stares at me as if he’s searching for something. Wanting something he doesn’t know how to ask for.

“What do you want, princess?” I swear to fuck, I’ll make it happen.

“Come with me.”

“Okay.”

December can wait before it reaches its greedy claws to take him from me again. Right now, he’s here and he’s mine.