Puck Block : A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance (Bexley U)

He looks dangerous, and I love it.

I lift my hips when his fingers hook into the waistband of my pajama shorts. He pulls them down with an urgency that I feel everywhere.

“Jesus Christ.” His white teeth sink into his bottom lip when he sees that I have no panties on. “It’s like you knew I was coming over.”

I shrug shyly. Since we’ve both agreed that this is a one-time thing, I let the truth fly. “I hoped.”

Ford exhales, and though I’ve always preferred his fun and flirty side, I can’t get enough of his serious side. He looks at me like I’m a meal, and here I am, gladly feeding him.

I’m drunk with need. My legs beg to spread so I can feel his mouth between them again, bringing me to the edge of insanity. When his deft fingers fall to the buttons along my shirt, I pant. He slowly pushes each button through its rightful hole with a speed that makes me wither beneath him.

“Be patient,” he warns. “I’m planning to take my time with you, Heartbreaker.”

A rush of cool air blankets my chest when my shirt falls open. Ford slowly pulls it from my body, and I watch in awe as he shuts his eyes for a brief second. My fingers dive into his soft hair to tug on the ends, and I’m suddenly met with a blue flame when his eyes flare open.

“Not a single flaw on you,” he mutters.

I arch when he hoists himself up and covers my mouth with his. A moan escapes at the first touch, but he eats it up by moving his tongue against mine with possession. I crave him everywhere—in between my legs, in my mouth, on my breasts. Everywhere.

After he’s finished getting his fill of my mouth, he sits up slowly. I blush when he looks at every intimate part of my naked body, and when he catches me watching him, he says something that makes me burn. “Look at you so desperate for my touch.”

I don’t deny it. I am. My legs spread, and I give him the perfect view because I want him to remember how much he affects me, especially because I know, in the morning, we will both deny it.

He traces my swollen lips with his finger before he trails it between my breasts, over the dip in my belly, landing right above my clit.

“I want to hear you beg for it, baby.”

He thinks I won’t beg. I can tell by the familiar playful glint that catches the light from my lamp. I decide to turn his world upside down, like he’s doing to mine.

“You want me to beg, Ford?”

He smirks and pushes my legs farther apart, thinking I’ll refuse. “Yeah.”

I bite the same lip he had pulled into his mouth a second before. “Do you want me to beg on my knees…” The bed shifts when he snaps to attention. “Or like this? Spread wide open for you?”

His smile fades, and a look I’ve never seen moves across his face.

“Touch me, Ford,” I beg. “Please.”

I throw my head back with a quiet moan when two fingers enter me quickly. He slips them in and out slowly, and I curve to feel more of his palm against my clit. “God.” I’m breathless.

“Tell me how it feels.” I barely hear him over the ringing in my ears. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I c–can’t talk…”

A hot thrill surges down my limbs. “But you can come…” he rasps. “Fuck my hand, Taytum.” Ford presses his palm harder against my clit, and I move against it with desperation. The orgasm builds quickly. I push my heels into the bed and ache. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages. “Come for me so I can taste you after.”

Oh my god.

Ford’s hand slaps against my mouth when I start to moan. I roll my hips over and over again, riding the wave, until he pulls his fingers out and pops them into his mouth. I stare at his hollow cheeks while he sucks on them, and I quickly turn the tables on him.

I grip his wrist, pull his fingers out of his mouth, and pop them into mine.

His jaw slacks when I suck hard. The hem of his shirt is in my grip, and I shove it up and over his head after letting his fingers fall from my mouth. Every single muscle visible on Ford’s body is toned. His abs teeter when he moves his hands to the button on his jeans. I stare feverishly at the veins along his forearms, pumped full of hot attraction.

The same hot attraction that’s flowing in between my legs.

Ford has always been good-looking. Golden hair, deep blue eyes, a smile that takes everyone’s breath away, and not to mention, he’s absolutely flawless on the ice. For the first time in my life, it doesn’t feel unnerving to think these things with him looking at me like he is right now.

“For someone who has claimed they don’t have enough experience in the bedroom, you’re looking pretty damn naughty,” Ford says, standing in nothing but his boxers. His hand reaches for me, and I willingly move closer. His thumb brushes against my swollen bottom lip, and something hot twists in my lower stomach. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

My cheeks rush with warmth, and his eyebrows fold. “Now I really want to know what’s going on in there.”

I trace his strong jaw with my shaky finger and move it in between his well-defined pecs before I stop at the bulge in his boxers.

“Why don’t I just show you?” I whisper.

I drop to my knees, and Ford’s fingers immediately dive into my hair. He pulls on the strands until I look up at him.

He shakes his head before glancing to the ceiling. “Nope. On your feet, Taytum.”

All I can see is the sharp angular part of his jaw wiggling back and forth, and I do what feels natural. “Wasn’t it you that said to take what I want?”

He scoffs. “And this is what you want? To suck me off?”

I answer truthfully. “I want to make you lose your mind like you do to me.”

He laughs sarcastically and finally looks down at me on my knees. “I’m already fucking there, Taytum. I haven’t thought straight since kissing you in that stupid bar.”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

A truth I should keep to myself rushes to my lips. “I haven’t thought straight since meeting you, Ford.”

He mumbles something under his breath that I can’t hear. In a desperate attempt to keep us in this make-believe, one night of bliss, I pull his boxers down and wait for him to give me the go-ahead.

All it takes is one look.

I lean forward and smile.

I’m about to kill him slowly, just like he’s been doing to me for most of my life.