Free Picks & Pucks by Teegan Loy Page B

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    “Oh fuck, Justin,” he said and twisted his fingers in my hair, pulling me off his dick. He tackled me to the bed, reaching for another condom. The fucker was smooth as silk, and before I knew it, he was sinking into me again. Fire shot up my spine but was soon replaced by blinding fireworks. He set a frantic pace, and within minutes we were both coming again.
    “Holy hell,” he muttered and fell back on the bed. This time I found the washcloth and wiped us off. He enveloped me with his arms, snuggling into my neck.
    “I know we should probably, well, talk or something,” he stammered and blushed.
    “Nothing to talk about,” I said. The demons let me know I was a big fat liar, but I wasn’t ready to hear the shitty things that were going to come out of Danny’s mouth and mine. “Sleep, Danny.”
     
     
    T HE ALARM on my phone twittered at some ungodly hour. I reached for it and felt warm, naked skin pressing against my back. Danny handed me my phone, and I shut it off as his fingers danced across my back.
    “You’re still here,” I mumbled. “You said only the night.”
    “It’s dark out, so it’s technically still night,” he said, rolling me on my stomach and sliding his hard dick in between my ass cheeks.
    A garbled response came out of my mouth, and I pressed back against him. Cold lube dribbled down my ass, and he apologized before working me open again.
    When he pressed into me, he lay on top of me, slipping his arm under my chest and pulling me tighter to him. With his other hand he found my hand and laced our fingers together. He kissed my neck, quietly whispering my name against my skin. I turned my head and found his mouth, tasting him and dedicating everything to memory because a memory was all I would have left when the light of day broke into my room.
    It was slow and torturous, gentle and loving. He came before me and finished me off with a languid hand job. When he pulled out of me, I shuddered and braced myself for the sarcasm or wicked words that were sure to come when he realized he had spent the entire night with me. Instead I got a gentle kiss on the forehead, a brush of his hand down my cheek, and a sad gaze as he dressed and left my room.
    “Holy shit,” I murmured, pulling the blankets over my head.
    It took about half an hour for me to calm down and convince myself that none of last night meant anything more than sex. The soft caresses and the tender kisses were all part of the act. The demons got in on my moment of weakness and bombarded me with memories of the past night. It wasn’t easy to shake them off, because I wasn’t sure I wanted to let them go. I was still in a fog when I got to the rink.
    Janae stared at me as I gingerly warmed up. A blush started at my toes and sent smoke out the tips of my hair when I squeaked on a takeoff for a simple double flip. The feeling of him moving in me made me forget what I was doing, and I ended up with my ass on the ice.
    “Shit,” I swore under my breath.
    “Justin? Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, lost concentration,” I said and sprang to my feet. I was almost positive she didn’t want me to tell her a twinge went up my body the moment I flexed certain muscles. The rest of the practice went okay. I had to remind myself to ignore the soreness in my ass. I didn’t need my sister asking questions.
    At dinner, Danny sat next to me with his thigh pressed up against mine. I didn’t dare look at him. It was only one night, so when I crawled into bed, I expected to spend the night alone. The creak of my bedroom door startled me, but I was even more stunned when Danny quietly climbed into my bed and went to sleep. I woke up with him clinging tightly to me. He murmured against my skin, and I shifted in his arms, turning to face him. His dick rubbed against mine, and he groaned loudly when I licked my hand and jerked us off.
    It continued like this for a little over a week. We only communicated in broken sentences and whispered