Pucking Strong: An MM Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 4)

Ican’t breathe. Can’t think. Teddy’s face is pressed against my crotch, his warm breath is fanning over my hard cock, and it feels so good. My legs feel like they’re made of jelly as I hold tight to his hair. “Don’t stop,” I say again. Who knows if I’m speaking English or Swedish?

This is good. Whatever he’s doing, this feels good. He peppers warm, open-mouthed kisses across my hip bones and over my thighs, his hands soft and caressing. He hasn’t even touched my cock yet.

“Please,” I whisper.noveldrama

Surely, he knows what he’s doing, right? As much as it makes me irrationally upset to think of him with other men, it must be a virtue in this moment. Teddy knows what he’s doing. I can trust him. Nothing he’s done so far has made me feel uncomfortable.

“Can I make you feel good, baby?” he whispers.

“Do anything. Just don’t stop.”

At long last, he wraps a warm hand around the base of my shaft. We both groan as he pants his warm breath over my aching tip. At the first touch of his tongue, I feel like I’ve been zapped by lighting. I cry out, all but collapsing against the wall of the closet.

He smiles, humming low in his throat as he licks me again, tasting my precum with his tongue. The sound he lets out is feral with need. I can hardly breathe as he sinks his mouth around me completely, swallowing my length.

“God—” I can’t breathe past the feeling of his warmth mouth sucking me. And watching him is intoxicating. I can’t look away. He bobs on my cock, swirling his tongue around my tip. His hands hold my hips, caressing as he sucks. The moment he drops a hand down and cups my balls, I feel like I’m going to burst into a thousand pieces. “I can’t,” I pant.

He pops off me with a gentle sucking sound. Then he gazes up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Do you want me to stop?”

Dropping my hand to his mouth, I brush my fingers over his parted lips. “No … but I think my legs are going to give out.”

Smiling, he holds out a hand. “Then come down here.”

“What?”

“Lie down.” He tugs on my hand.

I drop down, not caring that my pants are wrapped around my knees. He gets me on the floor. With a practiced hand, he strips my lower half naked. Then he shifts me until I’m reclining against the drawers, my bare legs stretched across the carpet.

“I don’t want you horizontal,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “I want you watching me.” He crawls over my leg, situating himself between my knees. Folding himself over on all fours, he licks along my shaft, leaving my hands trembling again. Now that I’m not thinking about standing, my every sense is locked on the feel of his mouth on me. It’s warm, and wet, soft and so smooth. His tongue feels inviting as it licks and teases, and his hands are strong, bracing against my hips. I’m torn between wanting to close my eyes and never blink.

He takes me to the back of his throat, humming and sucking, and I feel my soul leave my body. It’s floating somewhere in this closet, as the sound of his soft gagging has me gripping his shoulders with both hands. They brush over the fabric of his T-shirt and I grimace. I want it gone. I want to feel his skin.

“Don’t stop,” I growl.

Fuck, I’m so close.

He whines, slipping a hand back between my legs to play with my balls as he sucks on my tip, flicking with his tongue. The mix of wonderful sensations has me levitating off the closet floor. I feel warm all over. My breath catches. “I’m gonna—Teddy—should I—”

This feels far and away better than anything I’ve ever experienced. But I’ve never come during sex without a condom. What should I do? I want to come. I need to come. “Teddy—”

“Come in my mouth,” he pants. “Baby, please. I’m fucking dying for it—”

“Fuck!”

He doesn’t even get his mouth back on me. His words are enough for me to release. He groans with relief, mouth open, as he pumps my cock with slow, languid pulls. My release shoots from my tip, landing in his open mouth. It’s beautiful to see the joy on his face, the absolute peace he feels in this moment, tasting me, claiming me in this way. I’m trembling as I let him finish.

“Fuck, yes.” He drops his mouth over me once more, pulling back my foreskin to suck my tip. “Baby, you taste so good. Fucking love your cock.” He kisses my tip one last time. Then he sits up, his lips and chin shiny with my mess. His eager eyes search my face, and I already know his question before he asks it. “Was that good for you? Did you like it?”

Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, I reel him in. “I loved it.”

Teddy closes his eyes, mouth moving as if he’s praying a word of thanks. Then I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. The taste is sweet, and musky, and not unpleasant. I want more. I want more of Teddy, and kissing, and experimenting in closets. Pushing him back, I hold his gaze. “Teach me. Show me what to do.”

His smile is radiant as he nods. “I’ll show you everything.”