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

Teddy stills behind me, his hands gripping my shoulders. It’s all too much—the feeling of him inside me, the heat, the friction, the overwhelming need to come. I’m breathless and shaking, hands trembling. It’s too much … and not nearly enough.

“What’s wrong?” he pants, his hands caressing my sides. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” I manage to grit out. It’s pressure more than pain, though there was some pain at first. Now, it’s the feeling of being so full that dwarfs everything. Feeling full and feeling something foreign inside me—but it’s not foreign, is it? It’s Teddy. My Teddy. Christ, he feels so good. I never knew sex could feel like this. My thoughts are all a jumble. Do I really want him to stop?

“Use your words,” Teddy pleads. “Henrik …”

He pulls out of me, and I’m suddenly empty. It’s like he’s ripped the very soul out of me, and now the room feels like it’s spinning. I’m gasping for air, hands gripping the sheets in tight fists. “Teddy.” It’s the only word I can sensibly get out.

His hold on me gentles. “Was that—I mean, did you not like it?” He’s breathless too, worried, confused.

I glance over my shoulder and see the look of rejection on his face. Desperate to make it go away, I roll up to my knees and take him into my arms. “Oh, min älskade,” I murmur, kissing his brow. “Mitt liv, no.” I soothe him with my hands, rubbing them up his arms and down his back. I kiss away his fears, holding him to me with both hands. I’ll never let him go.

“Did you not like it?” he asks again, as I trace the curve of his neck with my lips. “Because we don’t have to do it like that. We can do other things.”

Weaving my fingers gently into the locs at his nape, I pull his head back, forcing him to look at me. The only light in the room comes from the bathroom, but it’s enough to see the soft dusting of freckles on his cheeks and the green of his eyes. I see more too. I see his wariness, his fear. He wants this so badly for us. He needs it.

His need spirals mine higher. I feel so possessive of him. No one can hurt my Teddy, not even me. The very idea that my hesitation hurt him has me growling in frustration as I pull him down with me.

“Hen, what—”

“We continue.” I lie back, pulling him atop me, kissing away his protests until he’s breathless again. I know he wants this because his hard dick is pressed against mine. I may be the one pinned by his weight to the bed, but I take charge, moving my hips. “More,” I pant, biting his lip until he gasps.

“Fuck—” He arches back, licking his abused bottom lip. His expression no longer looks haunted. It looks heated.

“Mark me,” I command. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I pull him down. “Do it.”

Groaning with need, he comes alive atop me. His hand burrows into my hair as he pulls, jerking my head back. The sensation sets a fire in me as his mouth latches onto my neck and he begins to suck, scraping with his teeth, leaving his mark on my skin.

I’m a live wire. In Teddy’s arms, I spark and flare. This aching need has to go somewhere, this wild feeling of release that coils inside me. I want to mark him too, crawl inside his skin. I said it earlier as a tease. I was trying to sound daring, whispering lovers’ words. Acting with total abandon, I drag the stubs of my nails across his shoulders with both hands.

Crying out, he arches back. “Fuck—Henrik!”

I like the way he cries out my name, so desperate and needy. I run both hands up his naked front, smoothing them over the planes of his stomach, brushing my thumbs over his dark nipples. He tips his head back, lost to the bliss of my touch. With a grin, I rake both hands sharply back down.

“Yes,” he chants. “Fuck, baby, do it again.”

I pull on his arms, desperate to feel his weight atop me. He comes so willingly, the hesitation from moments ago now obliterated. “I want you back inside me,” I pant against his lips, surprising us both.

He shakes his head. “Henrik—”

I kiss away his protest. “Can we do it like this? Can we try?”

“We don’t have to.”

“I want to. Teddy, do it. No more walking around this world as halves. Make us whole.”

He groans, dropping his head down to my shoulder as he catches his breath. Then he pushes up with both hands, rocking back on his knees. I lie on the bed, gazing up at my husband, who kneels between my spread legs. I’m completely exposed to him, but I feel no shame. The marks from my fingers are faintly visible on his chest. Seeing them centers me.

This is what I need. The other position felt good, but I want the feel of him in my arms. I want to look at him, and hold him, and kiss him as he fills me. Reaching out with both hands, I pull him down to me. “Mitt hjärta,” I whisper. “Please.”

My quiet plea breaks his last ounce of resolve. Dropping down, he wraps his mouth around me, taking my length to the back of his throat. I cry out, arching on the bed, as he hums low, sucking me hard. He’s so good at this. With tongue and teeth, he knows just how to tease me.

He cups my balls, squeezing gently as he sucks, and I feel myself thrust out onto the edge of a great precipice. Eyes shut tight, I’m unprepared when he grabs me by the thighs and rolls my hips back, exposing more of me. I cry out again as he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, fingers pressing in at my ass. His hold on me is firm as he licks and teases, making my body his. If I were being dematerialized, I could feel no less undone than I do in this moment.

“Teddy,” I pant, hands gripping the sheets. “More. God, please, don’t stop. Need more.”

His mouth descends on my hole, and I moan like a dying man as his tongue prods. The sensation is odd but thrilling. I feel warm and achy, all my muscles contracting, even as I try to relax.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he says on a breath. “I’ll never get enough. Never.” He sinks his fingers deep inside me, moving them with slow, even strokes that have me all but levitating off the bed.

“Teddy,” I cry again. I feel full, but not in the way I want.

“I know.” His fingers slip out of me, and I’m a whimpering mess. I feel so empty. He scrambles for the bottle of lube. I hear the slick sound of him prepping his cock. Next time, it will be my hands that prep him. “Oh, god, baby, just hold on,” he groans, shifting his hold on my thighs.

How can he know how desperate I feel? How panicked and aching?

I smile, eyes closing in bliss. Of course he feels just as desperate and aching as me. He wants this just as badly. He wants me. His tip presses in at my stretched hole and I brace for the feel of his cock sliding back inside me.

“Henrik,” Teddy’s voice is soft, gentle. “Look at me.”

I blink my eyes open, looking up at him. He’s so beautiful, my man of sharp angles. He hovers over me, and my mind flashes to that first night in the bathtub, the night I first tasted him.

“Eyes on me.”

Reaching up, I cup his cheek. “I see you.”

“Don’t look away,” he pants.

“Never.”

We both suck in a breath as he sinks in that first inch. He rolls with his hips, stretching me. It doesn’t take much before he’s pressed all the way in again, his hands lovingly caressing my thighs as we settle together. “Oh fuck,” he says on a breath. “Feel good?”

“Move,” I plead.

He thrusts a few times, slow and even, both of us groaning at the slick sound of his lubed cock moving inside me. The pressure is glorious now. The heat, the tension. There’s a feeling of being stretched, a slight burning. Lost in the look of lust and awe in his eyes, I pull him to me, desperate for a kiss.

He all but moans with relief as he falls forward, bracing with his hands on the bed as we kiss. His thighs slap against my ass as he pounds into me with wild abandon. With each thrust, I begin to forget where my body stops and his begins. He shifts a knee, lifting my left hip. The change in angle has me gasping. I break our kiss, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him close. “Like this. Move just like this.”

His movements become more erratic as he presses in, grinding his hips against mine. The tip of his cock presses in at just the right angle, finding some secret place inside me I never knew was there. Like striking a match to the touch paper, I ignite. Every thrust stokes the flames higher. Crying out, I hold him to me. “Oh, Christ, don’t stop.”

He slams into me, grinding hard, and a noise escapes me that doesn’t sound quite human. Somehow, I manage to get out the word, “More.”

And my Teddy delivers, slipping a hand between us to stroke my cock. “Henrik—baby—I’m gonna come.”

Yes, this is what I crave most. I see him now. I have him in my arms. My kiss is branded to his lips. But this will make me feel less empty, less adrift. I’m tethered in this moment to my body through Teddy. He’ll give me what I need. He always gives me just what I need. “Come inside me,” I beg. “Teddy—”

“Ahh!” Teddy unleashes, slamming his hips against mine, sinking his length as deep as it will go inside me. I drop my hands to his ass and pull, holding him to me as his back arches and he finally releases. The heat of him fills me, and I sigh with relief, even before I’ve come. I feel myself clench around him, and he groans, all but collapsing atop me.

It takes me a moment to come back to my senses. Our bodies are slicked with sweat. He trembles in my arms, and I mumble soft words of gratitude in Swedish, my fingertips tracing down his arm. This is what I needed, to be claimed by Teddy, filled to the brim.

But then he’s pulling away. The loss of his weight feels like a physical tearing of part of me. “What are you doing?” I can’t conceal the hint of panic in my tone.

“Not finished,” he grunts. “Got too distracted. Wanted us to come at the same time.” He crawls back between my legs, offering me a satisfied smile, but I’m suddenly self-conscious. I can feel his cum leaking out of me.

“It’s okay,” I mutter, shifting away. “Teddy, I’m fine.”

“You will be fine,” he says in that teasing tone. “Once you’ve choked me with your cum.” Then he reaches a hand low and presses two fingers back inside me. I gasp at feeling so full again. At the same time, he wraps his other hand around my hard shaft and pulls down my foreskin, lapping at the head of my cock like it’s his favorite lollipop. It’s obscene, almost comical. It makes me smile.

I tuck an arm behind my head and watch him, luxuriating in the feel of his fingers inside me, his mouth around me. “You’re far too happy with my cock in your mouth,” I say on a groan.

He just grins. Pulling his dripping fingers from my ass, he wipes a streak of his cum down the length of my shaft. I stare at it, watching as he licks it up. My breath catches as he does it again. He moans, as if the taste of his cum is the sweetest ambrosia. My cock hardens as I reach for him. “I want to taste it too.”

His gaze heats as he slicks his fingers over my sticky asshole. “I made such a mess of you, baby. Will you try something for me?”

I sit up on my elbows. “What?”

He slips his two fingers back up inside me and parts them in a V. “Squeeze for me.”

I squeeze, gasping again as I feel more of his release leak out of me.

“Fuck.” The heat in his tone has my every nerve ending sparking. “Look at you.” His gaze lifts to mine and I see the passion there, the love and adoration. “We said we wouldn’t stop until you were dripping with me.”

“Jag är din,” I say on a breath, meaning every word. It sounds strange to me in English. In Swedish, it just makes sense, like the sky being blue or ice being cold. I’m Teddy’s now. Cherished, claimed. I think I’ve been his for far longer than I knew.

He smiles again, slipping his fingers from inside me. “That’s right, baby. You’re all mine. Min perfect man.” He smears his cum-slicked fingers across my lips, chasing the action with a kiss. “How do you say ‘perfect’ in Swedish?”

I grin, holding him to me. “It’s ‘perfekt.’”

He blinks, leaning away. “Wait, really?”

I nod and he sighs with relief. “God, I’ll finally get one right on the first try.” He steals my laugh with another kiss. Then I groan into his mouth as he fists my cock tight, stroking me hard and fast. His tongue flicks with mine. I taste his release, mingled with the soft tang of the lube. “Come for me,” he begs. “God, baby, come all over me. Make me drip too. So fucking perfect.”

I cry out, my hips pressing up into the furious stroking of his hand.

“I’m yours,” he pants against my lips. “Show ’em, baby. Show ’em how you claim your man—fuck,” he shouts on a laugh, rocking back and angling my cock up as I come. It spurts from my tip, landing on his abs. He doesn’t stop stroking me and I just keep coming.

“Oh god,” I cry, rocking into each stroke of his hand.

“Yes,” he praises. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Ducking down, he catches the last of my release in his mouth, sucking my tip until I’m begging him to stop. I finally lie back, breathless and boneless, completely wrung out.

There’s a satisfied smile on his face as he rubs my release into his skin. In the light from the bathroom, I catch the glint of gold on his finger. His wedding ring. I didn’t even put it there. He slipped it on himself while we were sitting in Poppy’s office. In that moment, he wore an expression like he was attending his own funeral.

No ring. No kiss, No family in attendance.

Teddy is always so worried about what others want and need. He worries for Karro, for his sisters. But what about what he needs? I know now how much he loves weddings. He and Karro watch reruns of Say Yes to the Dress: Atlanta by the hour. What did our rushed wedding truly cost him? I’ve never stopped to consider what he needs to make it right, to put it in the past, so we can all look to our future.

Grabbing his wrist, I pull him to me, sucking two of his fingers in my mouth, tasting my release against his skin. He watches, his gaze still smoldering. Then I roll to the side, taking him with me. We’re a tangle of limbs as our sweat-slicked bodies twist in the sheets of our marriage bed. Gone is the hesitation I’ve felt these long weeks. Now I want to pull him closer in the night, want him to wake with his cock in my mouth. He is my husband, and this is our bed. I mean to please him in it.

Once I have him on his side, I sling a leg over his hip, wincing slightly at the new stretch and burn from where I’ve been used.

“Was that good for you?” he whispers. “You liked it?”

I brush my finger down the tip of his nose, doing my best to memorize the pattern of freckling on his cheeks, as I nod. “Give me a minute to catch my breath, and we’ll do it again.”noveldrama

His eyes go wide as he laughs and leans away. “Oh god, what have I unleashed?”

I smile, rolling with him until he’s pinned under me. Each moment with Teddy is a gift, and I intend to take none of them for granted. I kiss my way down his chest. “I think I’ve got the idea of it now. You just lie back, mitt hjärta. Leave the rest to me.”