Page 12 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

SEVEN

AIDEN

I glanced up when someone stopped next to me. The bartender, who told me I’d have to add a payment method to my membership card, stood beside me, a Coke in his outstretched hand.

“I didn’t order that.”

“I know. It’s a gift from another member.”

“But I don’t know anyone here.”

“Maybe he wants to get to know you.”

“Who?”

The bartender pointed out a guy at the bar, and he might as well have filled my mouth with sand. That was the only thing lacking from the desert that took up residence there.

I took the drink and took a quick sip, then thanked the bartender who turned to go about his business.

My gaze and attention remained on the Daddy, because the world had been cruel enough to me, surely it wouldn’t gift me with the epitome of a Daddy Dom and him not be interested in that role at all.

I took another sip of the icy, fizzy cola to steady my nerves.

Calming them was too much to ask for, so steady was the goal, but I’d settle for not shaking so hard I fell off my feet.

A third drink and a deep breath got me as close as I would probably get.

Steeling my face, so not to give away how much he affected me, I made my way toward the handsome drink gifter.

Licking my lips, I watched his eyes track the movement like I tracked the puck as it danced across the ice in front of an opposing player’s stick

“I guess I should say thanks,” I said, my voice so breathless to my ears I sounded like I’d been on the ice for warm-ups.

“You’re very welcome, but it was my pleasure.”

His voice shot electricity through my veins and my cock, already rock hard, twitched in my pants.

“I’m Aiden,” I murmured, taking another drink.

“I’m Alex, and you are shooting my self-control in the damn head,” he said, running the tips of his fingers up my arm, a hairs breadth from my skin.

I shivered, and continued staring up at him through my lashes while sucking on the straw in the drink he bought me.

“What do you mean?”

He huffed a laugh, but not like he was frustrated with me. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion behind the sound, which concerned me because foster kids and street kids especially survived on those instincts, but I knew it wasn’t frustration .

“I mean, those gorgeous eyes and that luscious mouth make me want to throw all the rules and caution out the window. I want to kiss you and fuck you and make you mine.”

My mouth dropped open, air rushing in to fill my chest with a silent gasp. I took a step toward him, tilting my chin up to look at him, blindly setting the drink he purchased on the bar.

Swallowing, I licked my lips, inching closer as I asked, “That… all that… sounds like a plan I can get in front of.”

His chin dipped, and a smirk painted his gorgeous face.

Close up, he looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen him before.

I met so many people through my parents: at the rink, during college recruiting, and then while playing JUCO.

I got this weird déjà vu feeling more often than I liked.

“That’s not how that saying goes.”

I laughed, “Well, I would have said it right, but I have no desire to get behind anything at the moment.”

He groaned, “Do you have a safe word?”

“The stoplights.”

“May I touch you?”

“God, yes. Please.”

His strong, muscular arm encircled my waist, yanking me against his taller frame. He buried his face in my hair, his breath feathering out over my sensitive, overheated, sweat-dampened skin, forcing shivers to dance along my nerve endings.

“If you don’t want my lips on your body, use it now.”

“I think I’ll hold my peace, if you don’t mind. ”

He pulled away, his crystal blue eyes meeting mine. “I don’t mind in the least.”

His mouth took mine before the words died between us, and I gasped, his tongue filling my mouth. He tasted divine under the drink he’d been sipping. The rasp of his short, stubbly beard burned deliciously against my smooth, shaven face.

Not that I ever grew facial hair. Not even during the playoffs.

My chin hardly ever needed shaving. The few times I’d been lucky enough to be kissed, the guy had been just as barefaced as I always was.

They’d all been young like me. And boys.

Never a Daddy like the man before me. Shane had been my first kiss.

We’d both thought maybe we could go from friends to lovers, but yeah, no.

It was like kissing, well, a brother, not that I ever had one to know, but it’s what I imagined kissing one would be like.

But not Alex. His face had this gorgeous, sandy brown beard that sparkled with silver, making him even sexier.

Then there was the way he took control. God, he kissed me like a man possessed.

And I loved it. I loved how he took what he wanted.

One arm wrapped around me, holding me to him, while his cock, oh God, his cock ground into me as his thigh forced its way between mine.

Thick and muscular wedged just right, lifting me off my feet to my toes, and I rode it like the slut I wanted to be for him, grinding my dick against the muscles that flexed and moved under me.

He wrenched his mouth from mine, his eyes glowed bright blue as the crystal color blinded me to anything else around me. The hand not wrapped around my waist gripped my chin as he stared into my eyes.

“I think it’s safe to say you want me, but how much? ”

Desire trembled through me, my mind befuddled with the overwhelming need coursing alongside the blood in my veins.

“How much gets me a one way ticket to your bed so I can do more than hump your thigh? Not that it’s not a nice thigh, but the cock that’s trying to drill a hole in my belly would be so much better.”

He attacked my mouth and I threw my arms around his neck, slipping my hands into this hair while he gripped my waist and butt forcing my body to ride his thigh which rubbed me against his dick between us.

I wanted him. I wanted to be horizontal, with him over me, taking me, owning my ass as if he bought it.

He pulled away, his mouth leaving a trail of biting, sucking, nips and kisses to my ear. He tongue bathed that orifice, too. It should’ve been gross. I hated for my ears to be wet, but this man could do no wrong.

He nipped at my earlobe before asking, “Two options. Dance with me…”

My nose crinkled, and an eyebrow arched at him, waiting.

“Or, I have a private room here at the club we could check out?”

I nodded, “Yes, that one.”

He pulled away, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as he gazed into my eyes.

“Good.”

He turned and spoke to the bartender who looked at me with his brow cocked and I nodded.

I was nervous as all get out, but I wanted this.

I’d noticed the silver fox Daddy when he walked into the club, but with all the bouncy, happy, jumpy boys on the floor, who were so very much different than me, I never thought he’d see me.

Alex turned toward me, “He wants to talk with you about safety measures.”

“What? Why?”

“Just a precaution. I’m new to the community.”

“Oh! Me too. It’s my first time…” I paused, and his eyes widened, and I added, “here.”

He squinted at me, but I stepped toward the bartender, who, while he wasn’t overly huge, was intimidating, and I played freaking hockey.

There was something about him that made me feel as if he could break me in two or off me in more ways than I could count, plus hide the body so no one would ever know.

“We’ve not met, but I’m Ewen. We take safety seriously here, but just in case, every room has panic buttons.”

I nodded, then answered, “I remember that from the introduction info. I’ll be fine, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but don’t hesitate to use the buttons if you need to.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t forget to retrieve your belongings before going upstairs. You won’t be able to get them until we open if you don’t come back down before closing.”

I nodded and noticed Alex did as well. He threaded our fingers together and led the way out of the club area.

Neither of us said anything as we gathered our belongings from the lockers. The silence continued as we waited for the elevator, stretching further as we stepped into the elevator car, and he pressed the button.

“Alex…”

He turned to me, his jaw clenched, his blue eyes nearly black as they raked over me from head to toe and back to my eyes. I groaned, licking my lips that had suddenly gone dry under the heat of his gaze.

He shoved me against the wall. His eyes focused on my mouth. A dangerous look took over his face. I should’ve been scared to death, but the way he looked and how his eyes ate me up sent shivers of need through me. My cock felt near to bursting.

“I’m trying real damn hard not to take you in this elevator.”

I glanced left, then right, swallowing. He leaned in, nuzzling the curve of my neck. He nipped at my flesh. Tiny lightning bolts zipped through me, ratcheting up… everything: need, lust, my breathing, the tremors, the smidgen of fear.

Then he murmured, “You deserve better than that for your first time.”

“Who said…”

“Finish that lie, and this ends right now. A kink dynamic, whether it’s for a single scene or a long-term relationship, cannot exist if there’s no trust. If you start out lying to me, how could I ever trust you to be honest about your limits and how close I am to crossing them?”

I nodded.

“Words are also a must. Understand? When I ask a question, you are to answer verbally. Well… unless your mouth’s stuffed to o full. But if that’s the case, I’ll make sure you know how to answer me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck that sounds good coming from those lips. Daddy will sound even better, but we’re not there yet.”

I didn’t know if he was telling me or reminding himself, but the urge to correct him nearly made me take leave of my senses.

A ding sounded, echoing through the mirrored, marble-floored elevator car. He didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. His body crowded mine even while the doors swooshed open.

“You’ll follow me down the hall to the room. Once inside the room, you’ll strip, fold your clothes, stacking them neatly, then wait for me to do the same.”

I nodded, then added, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”

He stepped away, his hand shooting out to block the doors from closing. I stepped through the opening with a look over my shoulder at him. He slid his fingers between mine, tugging me behind him to the room.