Page 111 of Hockey Boy
He presses a soft object to my clit, and at the familiar tugging sensation of the massager, I moan, recognizing the rose he’s latched to me.
“Sit on his face, Princess,” he mutters. “He can take it.”
Obediently, I press my weight against the toy and relish the way the delicious pressure mounts.
Then the head of his cock is between my thighs, and without warning, he thrusts inside me. The force makes mebite down on the pillow to muffle the curse that escapes me.
“Oh, she likes your tongue on her pussy while I stretch her,” he says in that cold tone again.
Yes. Yes, I do.There isn’t a thing Aiden could do that I wouldn’t like.
“But she needs more,” he taunts. “Right, Princess? One cock isn’t enough for you. You need to be filled in this hole too.” He presses his thumb against the plug, teasing me.
“Yes,” I pant.
He pulls the plug out without slowing his movements, still thrusting in and out slowly, still rocking my hips against the rose that’s suctioning my clit perfectly.
I bury my face deeper in the pillow and release the cries building inside me.
By the time the buzzing starts, I’m already dripping with excitement. In anticipation of what’s coming next.
“Wet his cock so he can fuck you properly.” Aiden, voice harsh, wraps his hand around my throat and lifts me up, guiding the vibrator into my mouth.
I suck on it good, imagining it’s him. I’m so into everything he’s doingthat he has to pull it from my mouth, the move creating a loudpop.
“She loves having your dick in her mouth,” he grits out. “She’s gushing around me right now.”
I moan, grinding against him, not embarrassed in the slightest by how needy I am. When he presses the vibrator against the tight ring of muscle, I tense.
Aiden puts a warm palm against my back, and in a steady tone, he talks me through it. “You love this, don’t you? You love feeling him sink inside you. Want to know a secret, Princess?”
Whimpering, I wiggle my ass, desperate to make the burn subside.
“I love it too,” he groans. “Love the feel of the vibrations against my cock. I can feel him working himself deep inside your asshole right now. You’re so fucking wet. Being shared like this turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I love every second. But what I love the most is that I’m with Aiden. That he cherishes me so much that he’s giving me this. Playing this game.
I’m lost in that thought when a switch flips. All of a sudden, he’s fucking me roughly, giving me exactly what I crave. The vibrator hits me exactly where I need it as the clit simulator sucks and his piercing massages perfectly. It only takes seconds for him to send me skyrocketing into an abyss that has the darkness consuming me. My limbs are boneless, my body humming with desire. When he swells, his movements jerky, and lets out a low groan, coming in hot waves inside me, I ride him into my third orgasm of the night, my body lighting up like a fireworks display.
Gripping one hip, he holds me up as my knees shake. “I got you, Princess.” He gently removes the vibrator, then pulls himself back, murmuring soothing words the whole time. Carefully, he adjusts me so I’m on my side. “Stay,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to my hip. Then he’s gone. With shaky, tingling hands, I turn the rose off and toss it, heeding his request to lie here and catch my breath rather than slip the blindfold off.
He returns moments later, first removing the tie covering my eyes. He follows the move with a tender kiss to my lips, then my cheeks. I blink my eyes open, but the room is still shrouded in darkness, and all I can make out is his silhouette. He presses a warm, wet cloth between my legs, cleaning me, and when he’s finished, he pulls the blankets up and tucks me in. He joins me a few seconds later, water bottle in hand. “Drink.”
I obey. I’m far too gone to think for myself.
After he confirms I’ve had a sufficient amount of water, he pulls me to his chest and strokes my hair.
I’m pretty sure I fall asleep within seconds.
Deliciously sore, I wake up with a smile on my face. Last night was…intense.
The sex. The emotions. The confessions.
Despite the way my body aches, I feel lighter than I have in years. I never realized how much our breakup weighed on me. Questioning whether I did the right thing. Wondering if he’d hate me forever for how I handled it all.
Telling Aiden the truth of why I walked away, watching his face register the shock and then acceptance, was cathartic in a way I never would have expected. Because he understood. That understanding reinforced my belief that I made the right decision for us back then. He’s incredible on the ice, and he would have come to regret walking away. He’d have resented me eventually. We wouldn’t have made it.
But as I lie in bed with him now, relishing the way he holds me and his even breaths against my neck, a different future for us forms in my mind. One I never thought was possible. One I’ve wanted so badly for years. It’s the reason I gave up on the idea of happily ever afters, because if it wasn’t with him, I didn’t want it.