Page 12 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

TWELVE

SEABORN

I ’m playing with fire, and I fucking know it.

Both outcomes are equally as dangerous. If we get caught fighting in the locker room, I’m sure the Dragons will send us both home.

Fucking… Well, they’ll be less mad, but guys have not been drafted before for not fitting in with the team culture, and being gay could very well get us on a mental ‘do not hire’ list. It’s totally different when a guy who already fits into the team dynamic comes out.

They trust him. They already like him. I know a lot of the mentality in professional sports is ‘They don’t want a bunch of queers coming in and making dudes uncomfortable’ therefor upsetting the delicate balance of the team or whatever.

“Well?” I ask when Ktytor doesn’t answer.

He grinds his teeth. “Neither is a good idea.”

A thrill of excitement buzzes in my chest. It’s like preventing him from scoring. Or stealing the puck on a great play. But way more intense than I’ve ever felt on the ice.

“No?” I turn a little, pressing my thigh in to his.

He drops his gaze to our touching skin and swallows hard. “Are you on drugs, sweetheart?”

Why do I like how he reacts to me? The anger in his tone? The way I can get him all worked up? Maybe I am on drugs. This type of intoxication is dangerous, and I know it’s not going to end well, but I can’t stop.

“Now you’re shy? You can bait me for days, but when we’re alone, you suddenly pussy out?”

“I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you intoxicated,” he quips.

“You always have a comeback, but why aren’t you putting your money where your mouth is?”

“Where would you like me to put my mouth, baby doll?”

I swallow hard. I guess we’re playing chicken now. How far will I let this go? How much will I bait him?

My mouth decides for me. “Better on me than spouting bullshit.”

“Don’t ask for what you don’t want.” He gets to his feet, and I’m not sure if he’s escalating or retreating.

I stand, bringing us chest to chest. “If I recall correctly, you came on my chest. Is that asking for what I don’t want?”

He searches my face, not saying anything for an agonizingly long time. “I thought I scared you off.”

I lift my shoulders, ignoring everything in my brain screaming that I’m straight and that I hate him. I can’t back down. “You didn’t message me.”

His lip twitches. “You left me on read.”

“Are you so easily discouraged? After seeing you play, I would have thought you’d be way more assertive…” I trail off as his expression changes.

Rage flashes in the flex of his jaw, and the fire in his eyes. “You don’t want to see me assertive.”

“Try me.”

Ktytor drops his towel, absolutely trying me. I fight the urge to look, but I lose and drop my gaze down his magnificent body. I’ve always liked looking at dudes with nice bodies, using them as a goal for my own, but has it always been more?

What the fuck am I doing?

I’ve just pushed him ‘til he’s naked in front of me.

“Are you just going to stare, cupcake?” he prompts when I don’t say anything.

“I’m not allowed to admire?”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He leans forward, ghosting his lips over mine. “Touch me.”

Instead of going for his dick, which suddenly feels fucking intimidating, I slide my hands around his hips grabbing his round ass. His eyes half close, and his breath hitches.

“At least you can follow directions,” he breathes over my lips.

We aren’t quite kissing yet, but whatever this is, I want more. It’s close and warm, and he smells like the cold air coming off the Hudson in the middle of winter. But he doesn’t taste cold. He’s blazing on the inside. Spicy and rich.

“That was never in doubt.” I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his.

Is this what he wants? He doesn’t shove me off, and he dropped his towel.

He parts his lips, groaning into my mouth.

I dig my nails into his ass, a small retribution for making me doubt myself before he kissed me back, but that elicits a moan from him, spurring me to deepen the kiss.

He grabs a fist full of my hair, and I’m sure he’s going to throw me off, but he doesn’t.

I’ve never had an issue taking charge with women. Why am I second guessing every fucking thing I do with him? All I know is my dick aches, and we really shouldn’t be doing this in public, but as much as I know that, I’m not going to stop.

“I’m going to make you come again.”

Panic tightens in my chest, and my heart races. “Should we go back to the hotel?” I glance at the door.

“Forgive me, but I don’t trust you.” Ktytor yanks down my shorts, and I grind against his hip before he can take me in his hand.

“If we get caught?—”

“I know.” He shoves me back, pushing me down to sit on the bench. “Don’t complain.” He drops down to one knee between my thighs.

My breath catches in my throat, and I grip onto him, not fully believing what I’m seeing.

“I could tell you’re a blowjob guy.”

“You can’t fucking tell,” I barely manage as his fingers curl around my cock.

Ktytor looks up at me through dark lashes. “I can tell. Why are you so starved for this? Don’t you attract lots of women?”

I feel every word over the sensitive skin. It’s almost impossible to focus on what he’s saying when I want to beg him to suck me. “I work twelve-hour days in the summer. I don’t have time for that.”

No idea why I’m being so honest, but it’s not like it matters.

“I never would have thought.” He flicks his tongue just over my head.

I inhale sharply. “Damn. There’s…a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Clearly. How long has it been?” He keeps teasing, alternating between licking and jacking me off while biting my thighs and hips, and then he takes my balls into his mouth.

I can’t breathe. I can’t focus on anything but his mouth.

He stops and glances up, making me remember he asked a question.

“Months.”

“No wonder you’re so uptight and irritable.” He half laughs, swirling his tongue around my head.

“Then what’s your excuse?” I growl.

“I guess since you made me come, and before that, it’d been years.” The admission shocks me.

I open my lips to ask him about it, but he takes me fully into his mouth, ending the discussion.

I thread both hands into his hair, lifting my hips to drive into his mouth.

He laughs again, meeting my gaze. We battle for control.

He uses both his forearms to shove down my thighs, locking me in place and using his weight.

I might be able to fight it, but I don’t.

It’s sexy as fuck, and I know he wants to make me come his way.

He comes off licking his lips. “You really don’t like to let anyone else be in control, do you?”

I dig my nails into his shoulder muscles. “Forgive me if I don’t trust you.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. Is not just me you’re like this with.”

“Stop psychoanalyzing me and suck my cock.” I won’t admit he’s right. But that’s too far. I can’t let him in that close. My dick in his mouth is enough.

“I don’t have to analyze you. I know it already.” He swallows me down.

I can’t argue. I don’t know how he sees right through me, but he does.

It’s the reason he pushes my buttons so well.

He’s had my number since day one. He brings me closer and closer.

I keep looking between him and the door, fear creeping into every aspect of this.

And I like it. I know I shouldn’t, but the chance of getting caught makes my dick throb.

Voices filter through the locker room.

I tighten my grip on his hair, trying to pull him off. He fights my hold, bobbing over my cock with no care to what I’m trying to do. “There are people!”

His lips tighten around me in a smile, and still, he ignores it. The voices get closer, and panic creeps up my throat.

“Ktytor!”

He laughs around me, closing his hand around my balls.

“What if they come in here?”

He shrugs, not at all stopping.

“Fuck.” I exhale my words, staring at the door, waiting for it to open. I’d have thought my hard-on would go down, but it doesn’t. I throb into his mouth. “We’re going to get caught. You have to stop.”

Ktytor comes off, still working me over with his hand. “If you want me to stop, maybe you should cum, sweetheart.”

“You’re fucking serious, aren’t you?”

“You’re going to give me what I want.” He takes me in slowly, but I’m already close, and he pushes me towards my orgasm like a runaway train.

I fight it, but this is the best blow job I’ve ever gotten, and there is no stopping him.

He looks up at me, and for the first time, I notice his eyes aren’t fully blue like I thought.

They are partly blue but with specks of brown, and the whole bottom corner of his left is brown.

A slight smile on his lips tightens them around my cock and the eye contact sends me over the edge.

My balls tighten, and warmth twists in my belly. I caress his face and shoot deep in his mouth. I spasm with pleasure, lifting my hips to fuck into his mouth, driving my cum deeper into him. He takes it with a smirk, sucking me fucking dry.

I’m panting, but we don’t have even a second to recover because someone pulls the door open.