Page 23 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

TWENTY-THREE

KTYTOR

M y name on his lips is utter bliss. He’s pronunciation is better than I expected too.

I’m still reeling from the perfection of it as he rolls a condom on.

I half sit up, wanting to watch him handle his cock, while touching as much of his skin as possible.

I want to give him the same torture he gave me.

He drops over me, and our cocks rub together while I taste him.

I hook a leg around his back, opening myself up more.

He pulls back, and his head nudges against my hole.

He’s fucking big, and I can only imagine it’s going to feel so much bigger than his fingers. “Ready?”

“I told you, if I can walk tomorrow, I’m going to be disappointed.”

“But you have a game?” he says into my mouth.

“Shut up and ruin me with your massive cock.”

He groans but shifts forward. I bear down against the burning, waiting for it to pass like it did with his fingers. I gasp when he forces himself past my barrier.

“Too much?”

“You’re so sweet, princess, and I like it, but where’s the asshole from the ice?”

He growls and thrusts deeper.

I lock my jaw against the pain, forcing myself to breathe through it.

He pulls back, and it’s utter bliss. I grab onto him because it’s the only thing I can do without coming.

He pushes back in, getting deeper this time.

It’s painful, but then he hits the spot his fingers found, and I swear I can taste color.

My entire world is engulfed in ecstasy, and I gasp. “Christ, Ronan.”

“Feel good?” he asks, still unsure of himself, which I find way more endearing than I should considering I’ve told him repeatedly to ruin me.

“Very good.”

He takes the encouragement and pulls back again only to buck forward in one fluid movement. This man knows how to fuck. Now I need to coax it out of him.

“There’s the slut I’ve heard talk of.”

His eyes blaze with fire, and he fucks more of his cock into me, stretching me wide open with his girth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn.” I grab my cock, unable to hold off from touching myself for another second.

He looks between us, watching while he fucks me.

We both do, and it brings me right to the edge. I can’t believe I’m doing this—letting another man inside me. My father would be so disappointed. I almost laugh, but I don’t want Ronan to think it has anything to do with him.

He grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my throat. He bites and sucks.

“You better not be leaving marks where anyone can see, Seaborn.”

He chuckles over my skin and moves lower, and this time, I know I’ll have marks. He bites my shoulders and pecs, sucking and kissing.

I’m so close, and when his teeth find my nipple, I’m done for.

I paint both our chests, and his thrust become choppy, and his mouth stills.

His hips buck forward one last time, getting himself the deepest he’s been, and I’m flooded with warmth.

I almost wish we’d skipped the condoms so I could experience all of it.

He collapses on top of me, and I welcome the pressure.

We lay like that for a long time.

He pushes up before I’m ready.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To clean up. We’re going to end up super glued together.”

I want to be mean, but with his naked body in front of me, it all goes out of my head. He comes back with a washcloth and cleans me up before settling back into bed, catching me off guard. I expected him to leave right away after. He seems like the type.

On a whim, after we’ve been laying for a while, I grab my phone and hold it up to snap a picture.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t think anyone will believe me,” I tease.

“You can’t show anyone that.”

“I’m not an idiot.” I roll my eyes and toss my phone back on the nightstand. “I mean, I’m not sure I’ll believe this happened.”

“If that leaks or something…” He gives me a serious look.

“You have a video of my cock and is so dark, no one can even tell. You don’t have to worry. I won’t post online.” The last is to poke his ego, and maybe I just want something to remember this night. I guess it’s a horrible idea. “Do you want me to delete it?”

Seaborn shakes his head. “You don’t have to.”

“Is criminal for you to leave my bed so early in the morning.” I grab Ronan and pull him back into bed when he tries to get out.

“I’m trying to get back before I’m missed.” His voice is deeper than usual and laced with sleep, and I like it immensely.

“I don’t like this idea. Have them make some excuse.” I know it wouldn’t work, but my sleepy brain isn’t ready to give up the comfort.

Someone bangs on my door, and I roll over with a snarl. “What the fuck?”

“Why aren’t you up yet?” Happy calls. “You’re always up before me.”

“Who said I’m sleeping?”

“They why aren’t you out here?” Happy asks. Nosy fucking bastard.

“Because is Saturday, and some of us don’t wake up happy,” I shout back.

“Why are you being fucking weird?” Happy asks, getting even more suspicious. “I have something to tell you! Will you just open the door?”

Ronan has a hand clamped over his mouth, fighting a laugh.

This is what I get for sharing a suite with Happy and Sleepy.

“Fuck off.” I hit him with a pillow, then shove out of bed and put my finger to my lips. I pull open the door an inch. “Can I fucking help you?”

“You have to read this.” He tries to shove into my room, but I keep the door where it is.

“No. If you come in, I’ll never get rid of you. I’m going back to bed, so tell me quick.”

“But you’ll miss team breakfast.”

“Somethings are better than food.”

Happy gasps. “Blasphemy! I love team time and pancakes.”

“Will you spit out what gave you the nerve to knock on my door at this hour?” I’m annoyed. Every minute that ticks by is another one I’m not touching Seaborn before he leaves.

He turns his phone around. “An article came out this morning on ESPN calling you and Seaborn the top two potential draft picks to watch this season. It says that your battling it out will tell who is pro material.”

“Fuck.” I take his phone out of his hand and try to close the door, but then realize it is his phone when he fights me. I scan the article and huff before pushing the phone back into his hands. “I’m going back to bed.”

“Aren’t you excited?”

“No.” I lie. I’m not sure how I feel.

“Sure. Super excited to be compared to that asshole.”He lets me close the door but calls out, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!”

“That asshole?” Seaborn pulls on his shirt and I stick out my lip already missing his chest.

“Don’t fucking start. Did you want me to say, ‘he’s so magical and I love his cock, so he should be drafted above everyone’? How would that go over?” I scoff and shove him back into bed.

He fights me at first, but then we’re making out.

We both come but in a hurry because he has to get on a plane and I have breakfast. He’s in a much better mood getting dressed.

“You can thank me later when you win.”

He lifts a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve helped make your day better, no?”

His lips twitch, and he’s fighting a smile. “Is that going to make me play better?”

“Obviously. So you’re welcome, sweet pea.” I pat his cheek.

“That’s a new nickname.” He grabs my arm, but instead of throwing it off, he pulls me in and bites the inside of my wrist. “Thank you.”

I wasn’t expecting that. “Mmhmm. The others were getting stale. And look how sweet you can be.”

“I like getting my dick sucked first thing in the morning.” He shrugs, and I shouldn’t like it. What is wrong with me? Everything that used to piss me off about him is suddenly endearing, and I don’t like how raw it makes me.

But I don’t stop him when he grabs my jaw and kisses me again. “I’m going to keep shutting you down so I’m drafted first.”

I snarl into his mouth. “Not on your life, sugar plum.”

“I’m already faster and bigger.” He tightens his grip on me.

“What’s your point?”

“That going to be a problem?”

“Is it for you?” I ask, not wanting to expose myself more.

“I want to see you again,” he says easily.

“I want to see you, too,” I say in a rush, and I’m kissing him again.

He stops me before we can strip each other again. “Go see if the coast is clear so I can leave.”

“I can’t believe you’d rather have breakfast than my dick again.” I make him hide behind the door to make sure Happy and Sleepy went to get breakfast. “Is clear.”

He steps out of my room but doesn’t leave.

“What?”

He grabs me and kisses me again. “We don’t leave until tomorrow morning.”

“Message me when your game is over.”

“Yeah?”

I nod.