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

Ilean into the pressure of Henrik’s hand at my throat. “What?”

“I want you to fuck me,” he says, grinding against me with his hips. “Teddy, please.”

At the sound of his begging, I gasp, squeezing his shoulders. “Put me down.”

He leans away from the wall, and I slide down his front, feet touching the ground. Only an inch or two separate our heights, but I still always feel like he’s gazing down at me from on high. “You’re serious? You would want that? Like, you know what it means and where stuff goes, and … you still want that?”

He rolls his eyes, which relaxes me a little. An eye roll is such a me thing to do. I’ve officially become a bad influence on this polite Swede. Now he sings drinking songs, and rolls his eyes, and says lewd things, like, “Fuck me.”

Dropping a hand between us, he cups my dick. His hold is firm, possessive. “I want you to take this cock and put it inside me,” he says against my lips. “Paint my insides with your cum; drag your nails down my back. Don’t stop until I’m marked inside and out. Everyone will know why I call you min man.” He leans away, and I see the glint of excitement in his eyes. “Is that clear enough for you?”

Groaning, I pull him to me in a fierce kiss. I break away first, pushing on his chest. “I swear, I was about to give you the best massage of your fucking life. I was gonna make it so good, relax you from head to toe. Then I was gonna suck your cock and swallow all your cum like the good little whore I am.”

His eyes widen, cheeks blooming pink, as I match him dirty word for dirty word. It’s adorable. “And now?”

I grin. “Now? I’m gonna bend you the fuck over.” Squeezing his ass in those stupidly snug lounge pants, I lean in closer. “I’m gonna take your tight hole, spread it with my fingers, and fuck you till you’re screaming my name. We don’t stop until you’re dripping with me.”

He drops his forehead to my shoulder, both hands clinging to the front of my shirt, as he mutters something in Swedish.

“What’s that, baby?” I tease.

“Do it,” he says in English. “Take me, Teddy. Show me what this can be.”

Oh god, his submission is such a fucking turn-on. I’m usually the one who likes to play the brat and then get railed. Henrik’s request feels like a gift, something precious and rare and so delicate. I have to be careful. I can’t mess this up.

As if he can sense the swirling shift in my thoughts, he tips my chin up. The blue of his eyes is so warm and inviting. “The time for hesitation between us has long passed. We need this, ja? We’re ready.”

I nod, tears in my eyes. “Yeah—or—I mean, ja. Whatever. Fuck, Henrik, I’m saying yes.” I chase the words with another kiss, his soft beard hair bristling against my lips.

Our hands are everywhere as we pull at each other’s clothes, dropping our shirts to the floor. God, his skin feels like a furnace. He runs so hot. I brush my hands over his hairy chest, groaning with relief to feel him in my arms. Fuck, he’s mine.

“Mitt hjärta—wait—”

At first, I don’t register his words. I just keep kissing him, shoving my hand inside the tight band of his lounge pants until I feel the warm silk of his dick in my fist.

He groans, his forehead pressed to mine. “We can’t do this here. We’ll wake Karolina.”

The utterance of her name has me pulling away, gasping for air as I glance around. We’re standing half naked in the living room with my hand down Henrik’s pants. Now that Karro is using crutches to get around the house, she could come out here and investigate. Knowing our girl, she will. She’s too damn curious for her own good.

I push away from him. “Bedroom?”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours is mine.” I pull him forward. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice when you moved all your stuff back into the closet? By the way, we’re renovating your perfect bathroom.”

“Oh, are we?” There’s amusement in his tone, but there’s an edge too. My quiet Swede is very particular about having everything just so.

When we get into the kitchen, I turn to him and stop. He all but collides with my chest. Hands on his shoulders, I hold his gaze. “There’s only one sink, Henrik, which screams bachelor pad. And if you haven’t forgotten, you’re married now.” I wiggle my ringed finger in his face. “And you gifted that bathroom to me as a wedding present.”

His smile widens. “Oh, did I now?”

“You did. And if you think I’m gonna share a sink with you, you’re crazy. I may share clothes and colognes, and, yes, once in Sweden, I accidentally used your toothbrush. But if you love me, you’ll invest in a second sink.”

He leans away in surprise. Then his brow furrows as he clearly considers my words.

Shit, there I go again, letting my mouth run away with me. And Henrik is too damn literal. He takes me at my word every time. He’s never actually said the words yet, even if I think he might feel them. Did I just set him a test? Some bar he has to jump over? If he loves me, he’ll get me a sink.

Seriously? Why the hell didn’t I tell him to get me a Porsche? Or a trip to Southeast Asia?

God, I can’t think about love sinks now. My husband just asked me to paint his insides with my cum, which is a memory I’ll be replaying in my mind until the end of time. Groaning again, I grab his hand. “Come on.”

He follows me down the hall and back into our bedroom. The lights are off, but a glow of yellow light stretches across the carpet from the bathroom. His side of the bed is so orderly and minimal. Mine is a mess of books I only pretend to read. I’m always too tired at night to focus on the words on a page. My new eye massager is plugged in atop the teetering pile. That I do use. It’s amazing—

Focus, Teddy!

I don’t even know what we need. I’m so out of practice. Henrik and I are definitely sexually active now, but up to this point, we’ve restricted everything to hands and mouths. I don’t think I have any condoms. Lube, yes. I introduced Henrik to the wonderful world of lubed hand jobs last week. He doesn’t like fooling around in the shower, something about the water confusing his sensations. But he definitely liked the feel of my lube-slicked hand pumping his cock until he blew a load on my face.

We should use a condom, right? I don’t bottom for anyone unless they’re wrapped. But I haven’t bought any condoms while I’ve been living here. It felt too much like a jinx. Wish and plan too hard for something, and the universe makes sure it doesn’t happen, right? Goddamn it, these stupid, superstitious hockey players are rubbing off on me. Now, my version of the Stanley Cup playoffs is finally here, and I’m unprepared?

I turn to Henrik. “Please tell me you have condoms.”

He leans away. “What? No, of course not. Do we really need them?”

“Honestly, we’ve been a bit lax when it comes to protection. Everything just sort of happened, and then I wanted it to keep happening, and it felt so damn good.” I close my eyes, relishing the memory of the first time we came together on the bathroom floor. “But safety matters. I mean, I got tested. I showed you the results.”

“You did, but—”

“And we both know you’re fine,” I keep going. “So, I guess I just let it go in my head that we should be using condoms during blow jobs too. But we totally can. We should definitely … Yeah, let’s take a breath, and let’s talk about this—”

“Teddy.” Henrik grabs me by the shoulders.

I lean away. “What?”

He fights to hide a smile. He lifts a hand and brushes his knuckles along my cheek. “Breathe with me.”

I suck in a breath as he places his hand back on my shoulder.

“There’s no one else. You are safe with me, as I know I’m safe with you. But would using a condom make you feel more comfortable?”

His question makes my brain skip like a busted CD player. “I—would you be more comfortable?”

He just shakes his head, all calm, cool, and collected. “I’m asking what you want, mitt hjärta. Be brave now and tell me.”

I let out a heavy breath, my eyes locked on the man in my arms. This is up to me? He would trust me to choose? Lost in the blue of his eyes, I say the words on my heart. “Oh god. Henrik, baby, I wanna take you bare.” I smooth my hands over his naked chest, loving the feel of his warm skin against my palms. “I don’t want to use a condom.” I drop my gaze to somewhere around his collarbone. “Is that … would you be okay with that?”

It’s a huge ask, I know. I’ve never done this with anyone. Well, not since I was a sixteen-year-old kid messing around at a swim meet. In my adult life, I’ve always been a paragon of health and safety. I’m even still taking my PrEP. But with Henrik, this doesn’t feel like a risk. God help me, it feels like coming home.

He tips up my chin, a soft smile relaxing his features. “Min Teddy … jag är din och du är min.”

His voice is a tad lower when he speaks in Swedish. I’ve learned enough of his repeated phrases to intuit what he said this time. I am yours, and you are mine. The words wrap around my heart, and I close my eyes, trying to memorize the feel of this moment. His everything. I’m Henrik’s everything. Opening my eyes, resolve burns in my chest. “Get on the bed.”

He hesitates, glancing over to the rumpled sheets of the bed I only ever allow us to sleep in. Our sanctuary, our safe space. If we do this on the bed, there’s no more pretending this is anything but what it is: a full relationship with hearts and bodies entangled.

God, we’ve been fooling ourselves for weeks. Nothing about this is fake anymore. Henrik is my husband. We’re going to be married in every sense of the word. Slipping my fingers into the top of his pants, I reel him in, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. “Take these off and get on the bed. Lie on your back.”

He holds my gaze, daring me to break first, as he shucks his pants down to the floor. He stands in front of me, naked, our marriage bed framed behind him. I press a hand to the middle of his chest and push him back. Smiling, he lets himself be guided. His calves hit the edge of the bed, and he sinks down.

Reaching out with both hands, he reels me in by the hips, not stopping until I’m standing between his spread legs. He presses his face to the crotch of my pants, letting out a hungry sound that sends a shiver of need coiling up into my chest. I’m all instinct as I weave my fingers into his hair, tipping his head back. “Take my pants off, baby. You want my dick? Want me to make you my man?”

He groans out a muffled “yes” as he drags my pants down my thighs, releasing my aching dick. It’s hard and so ready for him.

“Get it wet—fuck—” He doesn’t need my command before he’s sinking his warm mouth around my length. He hums with relief, his hands gripping my ass, as he bobs on my cock, taking me deep. I can hardly breathe. He looks so beautiful with my dick in his mouth. “Slow,” I say, tugging on his hair. “We need me to last a little while longer. Baby, lie back.”

He fights the push of my hands on his shoulders as I try to guide him back. Instead, he eagerly sucks my tip, dropping a hand down to cup my balls. It’s my turn to groan as I push him harder. “That’s enough. You asked me to take charge, and that’s what I’m gonna do. Now, be my good little crab, and lie back on the bed.”

His teeth gently scrape the top of my shaft as he lets me go. He leans back, bracing against the mattress with his hands. “Does all cum taste as good as yours?”

Desire burns through me as I follow him onto the bed. He scoots towards the middle, lying back. I kneel between his spread legs, my hands brushing up his thighs. “Hmm, let me see.” Folding myself over him, I claim his lips in a kiss. I press in with my tongue, flicking and teasing, seeking out any flavor of me.

After a moment, I hum my approval. The taste isn’t as heady as when he’s swallowed a mouthful of my cum, but there’s a hint of me there. The primal part of me crows with triumph to know I’ve marked him. It’s not nearly as satisfying as blowing a load on his chest and rubbing my cum into his skin.noveldrama

And nothing will be more satisfying as what we’re about to do. My man will take me where no one else has ever claimed him. God, I’m already dripping just thinking of his body giving way to mine. The push and pull of it, the heat, the thrill of him clenching me tight. Desperate to get started, I break our kiss and make my way down his chest, sucking his nipple until he gasps, teasing with my hands.

“Tell me what to do,” he says, no less eager than I am to be joined. “Teddy—”

I reach up, pressing my fingers to his lips. “Now who’s impatient?”

He groans, rocking up with his hips as I lick along the length of his hard shaft. I’m not used to being with a guy who is uncut. His foreskin fascinates me. It’s so soft and silky. I love the smooth glide of it up and down with each slow pump of my fist. I draw my fist down, exposing his shiny head. Precum wets his tip, just waiting for me to get a taste.

But I have another idea. With a swipe of my thumb, I collect the cum. Rising over Henrik, I press my thumb to his lips. “Taste.”

His expression heats as he flicks his tongue out, tasting himself. My cock twitches as he sucks my thumb into his mouth, nipping the pad with his teeth. “You taste pretty good too, right?”

He lets me go with a satisfied nod. Then he lies back, his hands gliding along my ribs and over the curve of my hips. “More.”

“Baby, we’re just getting started.” Using my hands, I massage and soothe, helping him relax, while my mouth continues to tease. I taste every inch of him, breathing him in. His skin is so warm. The scent of his body wash is soft on his skin—citrus and salt, with a soothing middle note I can’t quite place. “You smell like the sea,” I practically moan into his stomach.

He makes a sound like a hum of laughter, one hand braced on my shoulder. “Well, that’s fitting for a crab.”

I smile, nipping the soft skin at his hip. The combination of my hands and mouth quickly has him rocking on the bed, trying to thrust with his hips. “Teddy,” he begs. And I swear, there’s no sweeter sound.

I kiss lower, letting a hand slip between his legs to caress his upper thigh. “What do you need, baby?”

“More,” he says again.

With a turn of my wrist, I cup his balls, letting them rest warm and heavy against my palm as I stroke his taint with two fingers. He gasps, legs spreading like he’s inviting me in. Fuck, it’s so beautiful. I reach down a little further, touching the bud of his asshole with the pad of my middle finger. I give it a press, feeling his body’s natural reaction. He tenses, even as he groans with need. “Have you ever been taken here?”

He shakes his head, eyes shutting tight. “No.”

“Do you like when I do this?”

“I like when you do anything,” he says on a breath, stifling a groan as I give his balls a little squeeze.

His admission has my confidence soaring. He wants me in charge. He said he wants me to show him what this can be. I know part of him meant it metaphorically. But he also means it literally. He’s never been with a man. He doesn’t know what this can be. Henrik literally wants me to show him. “Turn over,” I say, pulling on his hips. “Hands and knees, baby.”

There’s no hesitation in him as he does what he’s told, rolling first to his side, then up on his knees. His trust in me is absolute. It’s the most powerful of aphrodisiacs. I’m practically whimpering to get my first taste of him.

The muscles of his shoulders flex as he glances back at me. I sense his nerves, warring with his resolve. “Tell me what to do.”

“Nothing.” I smooth my hands up his sides as I kiss his warm back. “Just enjoy. Tell me to stop, and it stops.”

He rocks back into the press of my hands. “Don’t stop.”

Fuck, he’s so perfect. So strong, yet so willing to give. Stroking my hands over the curves of his ass, I spread his cheeks, taking my first look at his tight hole. Reaching a hand between his legs, I curl my fingers around his hard shaft, giving it a pull. As he arches into that touch, I descend, kissing his ass cheek.

He gasps, body stiff as he takes in the new sensation. With my free hand, I press in at his asshole, testing the tightness. “You have to relax,” I say against his warm skin. “I’m gonna work you up to taking my cock. But let’s just start with fingers, okay? Can I taste you here?” I press in at his hole again, even as I stroke his hard length.

He groans. “Too much.”

I still. “What’s too much? Tell me what to stop.”

He taps my hand on his dick, and I let him go. Smiling I give his ass cheeks a slow, firm squeeze with both hands. “One thing at a time then, yeah? Henrik, baby, I’m gonna play with your asshole now. Just say stop and—”

“Don’t stop,” he commands over me.

Still smiling, I spread his cheeks with both hands and descend, licking his tight bud. He cries out something in Swedish, rocking away. But then his hips press right back towards me, and I lick him again. “Hold still,” I growl.

He moans, muttering something unintelligible as my grip on his hip tightens and I start to play. I lick and suck, massaging his cheeks with my hands. Then I dribble some spit onto his hole and work him with my fingers, loving the way his body responds. “Feel good?”

“I hardly know,” he says on a breath. “What are you doing?”

Chuckling, I replace my fingers with my mouth and moan low, letting him feel the vibrations against his ass as I prod with my tongue. I flick and tease, rimming his tight bud, pressing in until I feel the muscle give. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

His only response is a desperate, muffled groan.

Sitting up, I run a hand up his spine, pressing his shoulders down as I push inside him with one finger.

“Oh, Christ,” he pants, his body instantly tensing.

Fuck, he’s so tight, I wanna scream. I want to pull my finger out and shove my dick in. I wanna pound his tight hole, fill him to the brim. But I wait. I go slow. “That’s it, baby,” I soothe. Grabbing his shoulder, I push my finger all the way in. Then I kiss along his collarbone, up his neck, to his ear. “How does it feel?” I slowly slide the finger in and out, flexing the tip along his prostate until he groans.

“Teddy—Christ—how can it feel so good?”

Smiling, I pull my finger out to the tip. “Want more?”

He nods.

Rocking back on my ankles, I squeeze his ass cheek and spit onto his hole, pressing in with a second finger. He drops down to his elbows, forehead pressed to his arms, as I push in past his tight ring of muscle with both fingers. “So good,” I praise. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight. Relax a bit more for me, okay?”

He grunts something in Swedish. It doesn’t sound like the word “stop,” so I keep going, using my spit to work the fingers in deeper, massaging his tight ring of muscle to help him relax. I pull my fingers out and he groans in frustration. “Want more?”

“Yes,” he groans, his voice muffled by the bed. “Teddy, please.”

I swear to god, if this man keeps begging me, I’m not gonna last until I’m inside him. Already, my cock aches with the need for release. Scrambling off the bed, I dart to the bathroom.

He pushes up on all fours, watching me go with a mix of longing and confusion. “Teddy, what—”

“I’ll be right back,” I call, rattling open the drawers under the sink until I find my small bottle of lube. I hurry back into the bedroom, already squirting some of the lube into my hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me.” I climb back onto the bed behind him. “I’m not saying I’ve got god’s gift to dicks, but it’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, right?”

He actually looks confused, the precious man. “Teddy, I’ve never—”

“I know,” I say over him, stifling my laugh as I rub my lubed fingers over his hole. He swallows the rest of his words, rocking back against the pressure of my hand. Smoothing my free hand down his back, I work two fingers inside him again, letting him flex and press against me. “Babe, you’re a natural. You’re gonna make such a tight fit for me.”

“Feels so good,” he manages in English.

The give of his body is making me feel high. He’s so eager to let me fill him. I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough. “I need to be inside you,” I say on a breath. “Please, let me take you. Need to fill you, make you mine.”

“Do it.”

I work my fingers in and out a few more times, twisting them until I press down on his prostate. His body spasms. “Teddy!”

“I know, baby. God, fuck, I know. Just give me a sec.” I pull my fingers free and fumble with the cap of the lube, slicking the cool liquid all over my dick. Shifting forward on my knees, I grab him by the hip, inching closer until my tip is in position. “Push against the pressure, baby. Bear down on me. And if it’s too much—”

“Christ, Teddy, just put your dick in me!”

The thrill of being treated like a bottom while I top him has my shaft twitching with eagerness in my hand. I slick my tip over his lubed hole, marking what’s mine. Doing this bare is such a rush. I can’t even imagine what the wet heat of his channel will feel like without the barrier of a condom to dull my senses. Taking a deep breath, I start to press in. I’m a groaning, eager mess as I feel my tip slip past his tight ring of muscle.

Henrik grunts, pushing up on his hands. “Christ in heaven.”

I try to laugh, but it comes out as a whine as I sink in another inch. Watching him take me is going to finish me too soon. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and let myself feel everything instead—the warmth of him, the tight squeeze. God, I’m flying.

Is this real? I’m half a dick deep inside Henrik Karlsson. We’re married, and he just told me I’m his. Better yet, he just told me he’s mine. Crying out, I start to move my hips. My instincts command it. I pull him back to me, letting his heat swallowing me inch by inch as I stretch him to take me. Remembering myself, I smooth my hands all over him, tethering us with as much touch as possible. “Are you okay? Does it feel good?”

He nods, unable to speak, eyes shut tight.

I slip my hand around to stroke his hard cock as I press in again. “You like my dick in your ass? You’re so tight for me. So fucking perfect. So beautiful. Min man.” The words come out in a stream as I stroke him slowly. His tip is dripping for me. Desperate for a taste, I swipe my thumb across his head and bring it to my lips, sucking on his essence with my tongue. “Oh god—”

Grabbing tight to his hips with both hands, I bury myself all the way inside him. Spots of light dance in my vision, and I’m seconds away from blowing my load. I’ve wanted this for too long. Now it’s here and I can’t make it last. “Oh—fuck—” Dropping a hand between us, I grip my balls tight, trying to stave off this aching need to come.

Beneath me, Henrik moans, his ass clenching around me tight enough to make me see fucking stars. “Teddy—I can’t—”

I kiss his shoulders as we move together. Sliding in and out, I take him again and again, stretching his tight hole, burying myself inside the man I love. My husband. My Henrik. Oh god, how did we ever finally get here?

“Teddy,” he says again, his voice breathless and low.

“What, baby?”

Anything. I’ll give him anything.

“Stop.”