Page 24 of Puck Shots (Love The Game #6)

Eli

C osmo’s fingers move in and out, stretching me open with a slight sting.

His gaze has been locked onto what he’s doing since we started prepping me.

When he asked me to tell him about the fantasy I wanted to happen tonight, all I could think of was having him inside me.

I’ve always enjoyed ass play and even thought about teasing his hole or slipping a finger in when I sucked him off the other day, but swallowing his cockhead took all my focus.

“Add more lube,” I say, and he shifts on the bed to grab the bottle. Instead of returning to my side, he moves to kneel between my legs, lifting my knees up and out further, spreading me wide open for him.

“You look so hot like that,” he says, squeezing lube onto his fingers and then down my taint. The cool liquid sends a shiver through me, and I shudder.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside,” I reply, and he groans, gripping the base of his cock with his other hand.

“Fuck, you’ll make me come saying shit like that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” He chuckles. “But maybe wait until I’ve got you ready, then you can tell me exactly how you want to be fucked.”

“Deal,” I reply, and he slowly inserts two fingers again. He stretches them out, working me open, swirling the lube inside me.

“More,” I say, and he adds a third. The pressure has me gripping the bedsheets, and he slows.

“Are you okay?”

“Perfect,” I reply, taking a slow breath, relaxing my grip, and feeling my ass start to relax, too. He reaches forward with his free hand and gives my cock a slow stroke, moving in time with the fingers buried inside.

“Do you like that?” he asks.

I nod, and it brings that cheeky grin to his lips that I love. “I think you could take me now, if you want to try,” he says.

My stomach cartwheels at the thought.

“I’ve wanted to try since I first saw your cock,” I say, voice trembling a little in excitement.

“Really?”

I nod.

“Yeah. I might have fantasized about you fucking me more than once.”

“I’ve thought about you, too,” he says, and my cock throbs.

“You have?”

“Of course I have. I wondered what your hot little body would look like grinding bouncing on my lap.”

“Can I?”

“You want to switch?” he asks, and I nod, already scooting off the bed so he can lie down.

He props his head up on two pillows, and adds more lube to his cock, holding the condom at the base so it doesn’t roll up.

I straddle his waist, my ass resting on his stomach, the lube sliding like silk between us, and I lean forward, kissing his plump lips as I slowly inch myself back.

He’s angled himself my way, and the second his cock meets my entrance, I pause.

He doesn’t hold still, though, he moves his cock in circles around my hole, teasing it, making it throb for more, an ache building inside desperate to be filled by him.

I push up onto my knees and reach back and grip his cock.

“I want you,” I say, guiding him inside. “I need… you.”

He lets me have full control, edging him inside, inch by inch, my body opening up and welcoming his cock like it’s been waiting for it for years. I bottom out and release a long, slow breath before rolling my hips in a circle.

“Oh, shit, yeah,” he moans, and I do it again. This time, his cock brushes my prostate, and I reach forward, gripping his chest with my fingers.

“Oh, you liked that, too, didn’t you?” he asks, and I nod. “Good, show me how you want to be fucked.”

I take it slow, moving in circles, rising up only slightly at first but then further and further until I’m grinding and thrusting in a steady rhythm. His hands clench my ass tight, helping to lift me.

Leaning down, I run my tongue over his nipple, kissing it and swirling my tongue around its hard bud as I bounce.

“Oh god, Eli, you look so hot doing that.”

“You mean…this?” I ask, sliding my tongue over it again slowly all the while not taking my eyes off him and clenching my ass over his cock.

“Holy hell, fuck, I’m going to come.”

Hearing his words is like being called into battle, and my primal need to give him what he wants has me working on him faster and faster, my ass clenching around him.

He brushes my prostate, and I bite down on his nipple hard on instinct, and he lets out a hiss but doesn’t try to slow my pace.

His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, encouraging every thrust, and when I push up to sit and grab my cock, he arches his head back and moans my name.

“ Eli .”

“Fuck, yeah, Cos. Fuck me good,” I groan, pulling my cock in time with our movements, and then the wall hits, and I’m rolling over it in waves of pleasure, ropes of come shooting out, coating his chest and stomach as he thrusts deep, frantic, head arched and moaning my name.

***

I lay in Cosmo’s arms listening to his breaths, and I don’t want to think about moving, but I’ll have to soon.

Luka won’t be out all night, and even though the door is locked, I don’t think he’d like being kicked out of his own room.

But how do I crawl out of this bed and go downstairs to the room full of air mattresses and pledges who have varying ideas about how many times to shower in a week?

“Do you think your computer can figure out the odds of me getting drafted?” he asks.

“You played amazing today.”

“What if it wasn’t enough?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if I’m not as good as they thought I would be?”

“You don’t owe them the version of you they have in their minds, only the version of you that you can live with.”

“Did you just come up with that?”

“Yeah, why. Too much?”

“No. It was perfect. I guess I’m just worried I’ll lose everything I’ve worked for if I don’t make it.”

“How do you feel when you are on the ice?” I ask.

“Like… I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Try, take me through it. Close your eyes and imagine you’re stepping out onto the ice in a completely empty rink. It’s just you. What do you do first?”

“I breathe in the cool air, and it fills my lungs.”

“Keep going.”

“I step out onto the ice. It’s smooth as glass, a clean sheet, and my blades cut through like butter. The cool air zooms past, spreading its calm over my whole body. My feet are so light. It’s like I’m flying.”

“Are you happy?”

“I’m so happy. My smile is wide as I skid to a stop, throwing up a wall of snow. It’s perfect.”

“So you’re just skating, not playing.”

“You said there was no one here.” He laughs.

“Okay, well, if you have a choice, what do you see? Are you seeing you in the middle of a game or are you alone, free skating?”

“If I’m being honest, I’m back home on the small rink by my parents’ house.

It’s where I went with Dad every weekend since I could walk.

The others hated the cold. But I loved it out there.

I’d stay on the ice until they kicked me off for figure skating lessons, and then I convinced Dad to let me do that, too, just so I could get more time out there. ”

“You did figure skating?”

“Yeah, umm, maybe don’t tell anyone that. I know it’s pretty common for hockey players, but still, I’d prefer people not to go looking for the photos from the Christmas recital.”

“There was a recital?”

“Please?”

“Fine. Your secrets are safe with me.”

“I know,” he says, hugging me tighter.

“So you picture skating on the rink back home. That’s your happy place?”

“What? Like Happy Gilmore?”

“Pretty sure the concept of a happy place was a thing before the nineties.”

“Doubt it. But yeah, I guess you could call it that.”

“And I don’t know much, I mean I looked up a few things, but if you don’t get drafted this year, you can still get signed to a contract as a free agent, right?”

“You looked a few things up?” he asks, leaning back and tilting his head to look down at me.

“I didn’t want to look so hopelessly lost in conversations with your friends.”

He chuckles and kisses my forehead.

“You are adorable when you’re lost.”

“Thanks, but I like to be prepared.”

“I know. And you’re right. I can still get a contract as a free agent, but it could take me longer.”

“And while you wait, you’d do what?”

“Stay here, play for the NACC.”

“So you’d still be on the ice.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Which means you’d still get to be in your happy place.”

“So what you’re saying is even if I don’t get drafted, I can still be happy?”

I sit up and turn a little to face him better.

“No one knows what will happen in the future. I could have never imagined I’d be here in this bed with you—”

“Actually, we just went over exactly how you imagined us like this.”

“Not what I mean and you know it.”

“Sorry.” He laughs, and I reach over and grab my glasses.

“What I guess I am trying to say is, you can’t plan for everything, but you can work for it, and you work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. There is nothing you can’t do when you set your mind on it. So if playing for the NHT—”

“NHL.”

“It’s a tournament, though.”

“It’s a league.”

“Mine makes more sense, but either way, if that is where you want to be, you’ll find a way to get there, drafted or not.”

“You think?”

“I know,” I say, leaning in and kissing him lightly.

“Well, speaking of going places, have you finished your presentation yet?”

Eli’s been prepping for his class presentation for weeks now, practicing his speech for it, changing his slides over and over again as he continues to make tweaks to his program that he just has to include.

He isn’t the most confident when he has to talk to the guys in the house, so I know he’s freaking out over having to get up in front of his whole class to speak, so I’ve told him that I can sneak in and sit up the back, so he can just pretend he’s speaking to me, like he’s been doing when he’s practicing.

“How is that in any way, speaking of places?”

“You’re super smart, and your presentation is like another step on your path to greatness.”

“Okay, let’s pretend that’s in any way a legitimate connection.”

“So, have you finished making changes to it?”

“Yeah. I think so. I’ve been going over my notes, and I changed up the slides again after I made some adjustments for the lacrosse team data. But I’m still nervous.”

“You’ll be amazing. But like I’ve offered a bunch of times, if it helps, I can come watch.”

“Are you sure you really want to?”

“Absolutely. I can sit up the back and pretend I actually belong in the smart people class. No one will probably even notice me. Then you can just pretend you are talking to me.”

“Except I wouldn’t be pretending because you would be there.”

He nudges my side.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do, and thanks. But you don’t have to.”

“I know, but I want to be there for you.

“You’ve already shown up for me in more ways than anyone else who’s ever shown up for me. Except maybe John. But he’s my brother, so it doesn’t count.”

“It counts.”

“I better get back downstairs before Luka comes home. I’ll just put this away for next time,” I say, grabbing the lube and pulling open his top drawer.

That’s when I see them. I pull out a bottle label folded frog shape, then a dolphin and a penguin.

The drawer is full of them. How long has he been saving these?

“Oh yeah, I kind of have a collection going.” He grins, rolling onto his side and reaching in to pick up a butterfly one. It’s the butterfly I added to his lacrosse stick prank all those weeks ago.

“Why?”

“They’re special. Like, how do you even do this?”

“It’s just origami. The Japanese have been doing it for centuries.”

“Pretty sure even they would be impressed by your skill. Look at that frog. It’s awesome, and you used the green and white label to really bring it together. Is that how you choose what you’ll make?”

“Most of the time I’m not really thinking about it.

” I pick up a few others, remembering the times I made them.

The times I was feeling stressed or out of place or nervous.

My anxious energy builds inside me and itches for a way out.

I’ve been finding I’ve been peeling labels and folding them into tiny animals far less since meeting Cosmo, and now seeing a drawer full of my tiny creations, I am just reminded of why. He really does like me for me.

“Can I have one more kiss before you go?” he asks, lips pouty and perfect. I lean down, but as soon as I am close enough, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight against him, our mouths clashing in the most perfect way, and my cock thickens. This definitely won’t be just one more kiss.