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

Oh god, is this really happening? Henrik is lying me back on this plush bathroom rug, chasing his filthy words with a kiss. Anything. He can have anything. “Have you done this before?” he asks, his naked body stretching out alongside mine.

I wrap my hand around our dicks, aligning them as I scoot closer. I can’t help but sling a leg over his hip and grind a little. He fucking loves it. He’s growling like a bear, gripping my ass as he kisses me again. It’s messy and frantic. We’re both nearing the edge of our control.

“Teddy …”

Right. Fuck, he asked me a question. He wants to sixty-nine with me, but he’s not sure what to do. “I’ll show you,” I say, unwilling to confirm or deny to my possessive husband whether I have the requisite experience.

He says something else in Swedish, gripping my ass and rolling onto his back. I roll with him, straddling his lap again. Smoothing my hands over his hairy chest, I smile down at him. I love the power trip that comes from bottoming from the top. And I know Henrik is a top. Once he gets the hang of this, I just know his possessive side will come out to play. And then there will be nowhere for me to hide.

I can’t fucking wait.

But that’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about slow and sensual. It’s about building to a point of mutual euphoria. He wants the give-and-take, the push and pull of intimacy that feels like sinking into a warm bath.

Well, we already took the bath. Now, let’s slow burn the fuck out of this orgasm. He wants a little mutual edging? Baby, I can do this all night. Folding over him, I brace my hands to either side of his head and start kissing across his chest. He’s been edging me with action. I want to try edging him with words. “You want my cock, baby?”

His hands splay across my upper back, coaxing me to continue. “Yes.”

I hum against his warm skin, nuzzling his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipple until he curses in Swedish. “You’re so sensitive,” I praise. “Look how well you react to me. You like when I tease you, baby? Like when I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Här.” He turns his head to expose his neck.

I crawl up his body, lowering to my elbows until he’s carrying most of my weight. “Här?” I tease, rolling the r in a way that I hope sounds sexy as I brush a finger over his pulse point.

He nods.

Smiling, I plant an open-mouthed kiss to the point, sucking and teasing, scraping with my teeth until he wraps himself around me and rolls me under him again. I gasp, landing on my back with Henrik between my spread thighs. He grinds down with his hips, our dicks pinned between us. Yeah, he knows what he’s doing. His instincts are taking over.

Tipping my head back, eyes closed, I ride the moment with him. This works for me. I can definitely come like this. It’ll shoot all over our stomachs. So primal. So high school. “God, baby, don’t stop.”

“No.” There’s a smile in his tone this time as he fucking stops again.

“No,” I echo. Mine comes out much more of a petulant whine.

He grins down at me. “Is this what the edge is? Telling you no?”

I snort a laugh. “It’s not a noun. It’s a verb. To edge. Edging. And yes, you’re fucking edging me, and it’s the fucking worst.”

He pulls away slightly. “Do you really not like it?”

I stifle a groan, running my hands down the taut muscles of his back until I can grab two handfuls of his perfectly sculpted ass. Then, because I’m a brat, I give both cheeks a hard smack.

This man is so fucking perfect. He clenches for me, choking on a gasp. “Teddy!”

I laugh again. “I fucking love it, you caveman. Are you kidding? Literally any attention from you, I’m gonna eat with a spoon. You’re my kryptonite, Henrik. You’re my fucking sun.”

His brow furrows. “I understand the kryptonite reference.”

I lie back with a smile. “Good. Otherwise, this relationship is over.”

“What do you mean by the sun?”

Fuck. I’m not sure if I want to explain that one. “Uhh … it’s from mythology. The fall of Icarus. It’s no big deal.”

He pushes up with both hands, the corded muscles of his arms taut. His denim-blue eyes search my face, looking past all my walls in that way he does.

I clear my throat, focusing my own attention somewhere around his chin. “Do you know it?”

“I know it.”

Of course he fucking does. He listens to ancient history podcasts while he exercises. He speaks three languages. He knows about macro photography and Dadaism.

“You think I mean to harm you?”

I blink back my tears, staring up at the ceiling. “The sun doesn’t mean to harm anyone. The sun just is.”

“But you think I’m harmful. Proximity to me is dangerous for you. That is the story of Icarus, yes?”

“Henrik—”

“Icarus flew too close to the sun, and the sun melted his wings. He crashed into the sea and drowned, Teddy.”

“Yeah, I know the fucking story.”

He tips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “That is not our story.”

I hold his fierce gaze. “I don’t want it to be.”

“If I am the sun, you are the sea.”

“What?”

“In the story,” he presses, “Icarus is warned not to fly too close to sun or sea. It’s not the sun that kills him, Teddy. It’s the sea. Both are wild and untamed. Both are strong. You’re not a victim of the forces that surround you. You are the force. Depthless, endless, ever reaching. You’re not Icarus. You’re the sea.”

I lie beneath him, chest heaving, mind shattered. I’m not Icarus. Is that possible? And I’m not the sun that shines too bright, damning others to fall from the sky. I’m the sea. I take the sun’s light and reflect it back. I let it warm me but not devour.

God, this feels like a revelation. My mother was wrong about us. I’m not pouring into him, giving my soul away. I’m just reflecting light back to him. What I give is freely offered. It’s okay that we’re different. It’s okay that he’s quiet and I’m loud. It’s okay that I overreact and he overthinks. We can balance each other. We can build something together: a partnership, a marriage, a beautiful life shared.noveldrama

I press a hand over his heart, resolve burning in my chest. Looking up, I open the floodgates of my own heart, letting him see into my fullest depths. “You’re mine. Henrik—”

“I know,” he groans, collapsing atop me as we kiss. “I’m yours,” he says against my lips. “And you’re mine.”

Yes. His. Please, god, make this last.

He rolls to the side, pulling me with him, our legs tangling together as we keep kissing. The slow burn is over. Now we’re both on fire. “Show me what to do. Teddy—”

“Lie on your back.” I push his shoulder. “That’s it, baby.” Once he’s on his back, I roll up to my knees and turn around, straddling his face. My hard dick is ready for him. Slipping a hand between my legs, I angle my dick down. “Take it,” I command. “Put me in your mouth—yes—”

My praise comes out on a hiss as Henrik wraps his mouth around my tip, groaning out his own relief. This. We need this. You can’t just mess around with this kind of soul connection. We need to be joined. Whatever else he wants from my body, he can have. I’ll show him everything. But first, we share this.

Balancing my weight on my hands, hips canted up so I don’t choke him with my dick, I suck his proud length into the back of my throat. I take him to the root, moaning with want as I breathe in his masculine scent. The sensation of giving and receiving quickly has me spiraling. I feel like a firecracker about to burst.

Henrik’s hands fist my ass as he sucks the tip of my dick. With my hands trembling, it’s all I can do to keep upright. “More,” he growls, pulling on my hips. “I’m close. Give me more.”

He’s close? I’m closer. This is the edge. In this moment, we’re both Icarus. Hand in hand, we’re about to fucking leap. I lower my hips, giving him more, and he takes. He’s so goddamn eager. His mouth is wet and warm, and I can’t help myself from rutting into him. This feels too good. There’s candlelight, and the room is warm and steamy from the bath. Our energy is primal. It’s a goddamn bacchanal.

“Yes!” My adrenaline takes over, and now I’m balancing on one hand. The other goes between his legs to cup his balls, squeezing as I hollow my cheeks, sucking his length. I slip my hand lower, my fingers seeking. All it takes is the gentlest of pressure with two fingers on his asshole and he’s rocking up with his hips, crying out around my dick as he releases.

His cum fills my mouth, and that’s all the urging I need to leap. I’m spiraling through the air, orgasm shattering through me as I come down Henrik’s throat. God, I’ve wanted this for so long. It’s beyond euphoria. His hands hold me tight enough to bruise as he swallows what I give him. He hums wordless sounds of praise, unable to speak with my dick choking him.

Spent and exhausted, I start to sink. This is a different kind of fall than the one I feared. Best of all, Henrik is there to catch me. He turns me and rolls with me until we’re both on our sides, curled around each other, holding one another in a tangle of limbs.

We breathe together, floating down like a pair of autumn leaves. The room comes back into focus and I grunt, shifting the bundled edge of the towel out from under my hip. Henrik watches me with a glassy, contented look on his face. He’s calm now, at peace.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his fingers trailing down the line of my shoulder.

“For what?”

I feel his smile as he leans in, kissing my brow. “For waiting for me.”