Page 32 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

TWENTY-SIX

AIDEN

The snick of the door’s lock sliding into place should’ve put me on edge.

With any other man on the planet, I believed in my soul it would’ve, because it always had in the past. PTSD from the times a man had done just that before hurting me was all the proof I needed of that belief, but something about Alex, Sasha… it hadn’t. Not once.

His hand appeared before my face, and I looked up at him. Before taking it, I asked, “Do you prefer Sasha or Alex?”

Without dropping his hand, he responded, “Why do you ask?”

“In my head, I keep calling you Alex, because that’s how you introduced yourself, but I’ve never heard anyone call you that before.”

“I’ll never escape being Sasha Storm. A name the media gave me when they kept reporting how I took the ice by storm when I hit the show, but I’ve lived as Alex since the injury. I like being just Alex. ”

I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

As soon as I was upright, he tugged me into his arms. They banded around me, and it felt so good being there again.

I tucked myself under his chin, nudging it up so I fit better.

His head turned, his cheek resting against my hair.

A deep sigh resonated through the room, belonging to us both.

I toyed with the buttons on the team polo shirt he wore, as I said, “Then I’ll stick to Alex when I think about you as anything other than my coach. I like it better. Is that stupid?”

“No. And there’s never been a time when I wished I was just plain old Alex more than I have since meeting you.”

“You’re an amazing coach. I’ve learned so much from you, and there’s so much left for me to learn, but… I wanted more than one night. I still do.”

“I wanted more, too. There were so many things I wanted to explore with you, Aiden. I still do, but it…”

“Isn’t possible. I know. I’m a student, and even more than that, you’re my coach.

As much as I love hockey, as much as it’s given me, I hate that it’s keeping us apart.

Going through what I did as a kid made me fear men, which made being gay difficult.

I came to terms with it, with lots and lots of therapy, but it crops up still, on occasion.

So, while I have a handle on it for the most part, being abused by a man and having that be how I experienced sex for the first time made it difficult to find someone I felt comfortable enough with to take a chance.

My therapist said to trust my gut, and when I saw you, my gut did a happy dance. So, not being able to be with you…”

“I’m sorry. ”

“Don’t be. I knew it. The moment I realized who you are, I knew what we had that night was a one-off. The team needs you. I need you. I want to make it to the NHL, Sasha. I think I have what it takes, but I need this team and this season to show the scouts I’m worth the risk.”

He kissed the top of my head, one hand coming up to play with my hair as we stood together. The only sound in the room was our soft breaths and those of Hawk, who had scooted over to lie against my legs. After a glance at the floor, I corrected myself—our legs.

“I bet he’s a cuddler like his daddy.”

His chest rumbled with a chuckle. “He’s more of a bedhog than a cuddler. He’ll run you right out of the damn bed. It took me ages to get used to sleeping with him.”

I giggled when Hawk’s ears perked up and his eyebrows bounced. Alex’s head moved against mine, and he chuckled.

“He’s a brat, but he acts innocent.”

“So, you’re a brat tamer?”

I didn’t know where I got the balls to say some of the things I did to him. I even winked at him a few weeks ago. I still couldn’t believe I did that.

“Brats of a feather flock together. It’s no wonder the two of you get along so well.”

I pulled away from his chest to gaze up at him, not that it was that far up. “I’m not a brat!”

Chuckles turned to a full-on belly laugh, and I couldn’t help myself. The way his eyes crinkled and sparkled, and the sound of his laughter pulled me in, but it was the smile that stretched across his face. I craved a taste of him. Just one last time.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his. The laughter died, overtaken by a groan as one hand buried itself in my hair, fisting it tight at the nape of my neck. Using the grip he had on me, he tilted my mouth as he took what he wanted from me.

And I gave it to him. I loved the power he exuded when he took control.

Lips sucked.

Tongues licked and dueled.

Hands roamed, gripped, and pulled.

And clothes vanished the longer we kissed.

The last article of fabric hit the floor, and we followed it down until we landed in front of the sofa. Hawk scrambled out of the way and Daddy pressed my face into the sofa cushions, pulling my butt up and kneeing my thighs apart.

“This is a bad fucking idea, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’ve gotta have you,” he murmured, his lips kissing their way down my back.

His hand snuck between my legs and gripped my cock and balls, pulling them so they hung free. They rubbed the front of the sofa until he yanked me away from it.

“There’ll be no rubbing and grinding against the couch, little one.” He stroked me, his thumb rubbing over the head as he nipped my butt cheeks. “You’ll get off when I say, and the only thing touching your cock will be me. ”

He kept stroking me as his lips teased and taunted. Nips and sucks and licks painted my flesh as he stroked me with barely there touches. Precum bubbled from my tip, coating my shaft as he thumbed it from the hole and rubbed over me.

His mouth replaced his hand after he pulled my cock back through my legs, sucking me hard and fast, then slow and gentle. His tongue dipped into my slit then bathed my dick, wrapping around me like a boa constrictor.

Consciousness faded in and out. My pulse picked up and hummed through my veins, leaving me with nothing but sensation after sensation. The man took control of every aspect of my body, inside and out. He controlled what I felt and when, and how much, and I flew, loving every minute of it.

His hand reappeared a moment later, slick and wet, and he stroked me with those glancing touches again until things settled back into a low hum. He loved pushing you right to the edge and then pulling you back, only to start all over again.

“Daddy,” I gasped.

We still hadn’t set up anything between us and wouldn’t because… well, stupidness, but I would call him… oh God… his big hand landed on my backside and heat and pain radiated outwards. “That…”

“Too much?” he asked.

“No. God, no. It felt good.”

“I’ll remember, Daddy’s boy likes his ass spanked,” he murmured, his breath dancing over my butt and back. He came closer, the heat from his body enveloping me, and my eyes closed, languishing in it. In him .

Oh! That’s…

His tongue—warm, wet, and rough—bathed me from nuts to spine, licking and pressing against my hole.

“Oh, God! Do that again. Please!”

An evil chuckle rippled over me. I’d seen it done on porn and fantasize about it, but never… I gasped as he repeated the action that cemented him as all that was holy in my world. He kept the trek up my crack. Again and again. Over and over until I couldn’t stay quiet.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he groaned.

I looked over my shoulder. His gaze focused on my ass. The look he gave me was dark and sexy. Heat suffused my face. I loved the dirty, filthy erotic things he did to me. I wanted to wallow in them.

His mouth found my hole again. Sucking and lapping at it as he pressed forward until…

“Holy crap are you fucking me with your tongue?”

He nodded, a hum mumbled against my flesh. Beard hair scraped the cheeks of my butt where he held them open.

Emotion swarmed through my system. I swam in it. The dizzying buzz that took over my brain and body pulled me under, leaving me floaty and anxious, all at once.

Fingers replaced his tongue, his voice a constant hum in the background, drowned out as if water surrounded me. He opened me up and I welcomed him, craved him.

I wanted him inside me.

I needed more .

All of him.

“Give it to me!” I screamed, his fingers tapping at the bundle of nerves inside me.

I felt like all the fireworks displays that ever had been and would ever be would look if they went off together. Simultaneously. He held me captive, on the edge. An orgasm sat poised, waiting… for him to take me.

“I need your cock. Please.”

“Such a needy little boy,” he said, his cock replacing his fingers. “This isn’t going to be gentle, boy. I need you too fucking much. Use your safewords. Can I trust you to do that?”

I nodded. He used my hair to yank my head around, “Words, boy. I need words. Safe words .”

“Yes. You can trust me. I’m green. Just please, fuck me. Rough is good. Better than good.”

He grunted, taking my mouth while he worked himself into me.

Oxygen became a memory as he fucked my mouth with his tongue as he stretched me open.

His cock split me open as he pressed forward.

Slowly. So damn slowly. Tiny thrusts forward, no pulling back, just pushing ahead until he buried his impressive length inside.

The world narrowed to the pain in my ass that lit up my nerve endings and filled my head with a fog. Stretching and burning turned to euphoric ecstasy. I grind against him, trying to get him moving, but he held me still with a hand in my hair and on my hip.

“Fuck me you’re fucking perfection,” he whispered against my mouth. His hand moved from my hair to my throat, and he pulled me back against him. His mouth nipping and sucking at my throat.

Holding me in place, he pummeled my ass, thrusting into me hard and fast. There was no rhythm or tempo. Tears poured from my eyes as I hurt for him, my body a conundrum of pain and pleasure.

He took.

And took.

And took.

And I enjoyed it. It was everything and then some, but I wanted more. I wanted to move with him. I wanted to ride his big dick.

But he refused to give me an ounce of control. Instead, he laughed at me. His words dripped sex—dark, dirty, dangerous sex—when he spoke.

“I love when you get fucking desperate and your filter drops. All those carefully chosen words disappear, and the filthy little animal locked up inside you peeks his head out. I’m gonna find him, baby boy. I’m gonna unlock the cage he hides in and then unleash him on the fucking world.”

“Just you, Daddy. I just want you.”

“Oh, Daddy won’t share you. He’ll just show you off. Imma put your gorgeous little ass on the stage at EDGE and fuck you until you scream for me.”

The thought turned me on. Insanely so. I would’ve thought differently, but yeah, the idea of being the center of all his attention while we were the center of everyone else’s attention, that clocked as sexy as hell .

Whines and whimpers ripped from my chest, burning as they made their way up my throat as the images he planted in my head swirled with the sensations. I cried out.

“I need to come. Please!”

“Do it, boy,” he growled, his teeth sinking into the thick muscle between my neck and shoulder, giving several hard stabbing thrusts that pegged me perfectly.

Rapture, the likes of which I couldn’t describe, sparked sharply and burst inside. My untouched cock shot off and cum exploded from the tip. Screams lodged in my throat.

Daddy shoved me forward, my face planted on the couch seat.

He rammed his dick in and out of me ravaging my spasming hole.

Grunting and growling like a crazed animal in rut, he came.

His cock jerking and pulsing inside me. I wanted to bathe in the cum that flooded the condom I knew he wore.

The discarded silvery foil package, lying on the other sofa cushion in my line of sight.

He collapsed against me. His head dropped onto the back of my neck—hot breath feathered across my heated, sweat-slicked skin, leaving me momentarily chilled. A shiver ran through me, rocking my still panting body.

Alex’s cock slipped from my body, and his weight disappeared from my back only to be replaced by soft, tender kisses.

“I’ll be right back, baby boy. Rest for Daddy.”

Emotion welled within me, tears and snot rushed forward, burning their way to the surface.

He called himself Daddy to me .

Instead of responding, I nodded. If I opened my mouth, it wouldn’t be words that came out.

A door opened, and water spewed from a faucet, followed by a shower turning on.

Alex came back to me, pulling me to my feet.

Warm, wet fabric wiped over my sweaty face, neck, and shoulders, cleaning off the stickiness.

His eyes followed his hand, coming back to rest on my face as he leaned in to kiss me.

Whispering against my lips, he said, “Go get cleaned up. I’ll be there once I clean up our mess.”

I nodded, walking past where Hawk rested against the office door. I paused and patted his head.

“Good boy,” I said, praising him before following Daddy’s orders.

The water felt perfect when I stepped under it.

Kinda like Goldilocks. Not too hot and not too cold.

I leaned into the spray, letting it cascade over my head and down my body.

My sore body. The work out this morning hadn’t been too bad but the one this afternoon in the gym had sucked.

I wasn’t great at keeping up with my strength and conditioning, not like some of the guys.

I did what I was required to do, and that was it.

While the other guys spent extra time in the weight room, I was on the ice, working on my speed.

Some days I skated for hours longer than the others.

The glass door slid open, the water disappearing as Daddy stepped into the tiled shower behind me. He ran his hands over my body, soothing the muscles. Sometimes with barely there rubs and others deep, digging touches with his thumbs working out the knots and kinks .

“How long did you skate today?”

“I got back on the ice for a couple of hours after strength training,” I replied.

“Is that something you usually do?”

I spun around, my arms sliding up around his neck. “Alex is in the shower with me. Not Sasha.”

He laughed, taking my lips with his. Slow, sensual sips turned to long, deep tongue thrusting kisses, our cocks rising to join the fun.

His hands slid from my waist to my butt, his fingers kneading the flesh there, pulling the muscles apart.

He dipped his fingers into the crease and played with my hole.

“I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a fucking drug.”

From his lips across his jaw to his ear and down his neck, I left a line of nips and kisses as I whispered, “Same. I crave the way you make me feel. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt or experienced.”

He tilted his head back, his eyes locking with mine as he asked, “And you’re sure you’re okay with things?”

A pinching pulled at my brow as I tried figuring out what he meant. “What do you mean?”