Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys #2)(58)

“Actually, no. Now. Now I’m the goodest.” Dex’s voice squeaks.

I thrust inside him, trying to hold back the pleasure that rips through me. Being inside him meets all of my expectations and none of them at the same time. Never in my dreams did I have to hold back because, of course, in my dreams, this wasn’t Dex’s first time, and I could slam inside him with little to no prep. At the same time, holding back makes me appreciate the experience more than I thought I would.

Sex is sex.

It feels good. It’s about getting off. It’s not intimate or personal.

Sex with someone you’re head over heels in love with?

It’s not just sex.

It’s everything.

I slowly pull back out to the tip and move inside him again, not yet going too fast but quicker than before. My cock passes his prostate, and Dex yelps and clings to my shoulders.

“Nope. Changing my answer. It’s now. Now is good, so good.” He’s so fucking adorable.

“Why don’t you wait for the end? Then you can tell me your favorite part.”

“Like a theme park ride?”

“Exactly like that.” I thrust inside again, grinding deep.

Dex whines, but I set an even pace, letting him adjust and giving him time to get used to the new sensations.

He lies there, holding me, lifting his hips to meet my thrusts, and the trust shining in his eyes almost breaks me.

“Stop worrying about hurting me.” He gives me an encouraging squeeze. “I’m more than ready. I swear it.”

“Hold your knees.” It comes out confident and like an order. Maybe that last part of me was holding on to that thread of doubt that he won’t change his mind. That halfway through, he’d push me away. But he’s not. He’s needy for me. Begging. And I’ve never seen Dex look hotter.

His cheeks are flushed like they get after being on the ice, but this isn’t from exhaustion. It’s not from a workout. It’s from pure lust.

Then, surprising me, Dex hooks his arms around his knees to hold his legs back, and I finally let go.

My hips meet his ass in a punishing rhythm with every thrust. His mouth drops open, heavy breaths loud between us, and when I tear my gaze away from his face and look down … fucking hell. It’s obscene. So gloriously obscene.

His cock is angry and red trapped between us, leaving behind a pool of precum in his happy trail. Every time I move in and out, I get a quick glimpse of my cock before it disappears again, and it’s the surreal thought of this actually happening that only makes the experience more intense.

I’m inside Dex Mitchale.

Dex Mitchale is the one who gasps and drops his head back while I pound into him.

And it’s Dex Mitchale’s neck that I suck on while trying not to come. I don’t want this to end, but I know I’m close. I straighten up, gripping onto Dex’s narrow hips. Taking in his impressive muscles, his darkened eyes, the way his dampened dark blond hair looks brown from sweat and is plastered to his forehead. His wide jaw clenches, and his eyes meet mine.

“I’m about to come …” I warn. “What do you need to get there?”

“Cock. Touch.” Dex’s hand desperately searches for his dick, but I swat him away.

“My job.” I practically strangle his cock as I pump inside him hard and fast, chasing release for both of us. Dex’s whole body flushes, not just his cheeks now, and I know mine would look the same. His gaze is on my freckled chest, and he runs his fingertips over my pecs.

I’m so close.

So. So. Close. The sweet relief I get when Dex beats me to the punch is short-lived because as soon as I see his cum splash all over his abs, my balls tighten, and my orgasm hits. I ride the brain-numbing high until my limbs feel boneless.

I collapse on top of him, our hot and sweaty bodies melting together, and Dex wraps his arms around my back.

“You were right,” he says breathlessly. “But I can’t pick the best part. That was the goodest sex ever.”

That’s an understatement.

I roll off him and onto my back, my chest still heaving, and I wait for the regret to come. I wait for that little voice to tell me all of this will end soon enough. But it doesn’t.

The power of the almighty orgasm is too strong to wreck this for me.

So far.

Dex leans up on his elbow, and there’s the dread I’ve been waiting for. As he looks down at me with a frown on his face, I hold my breath for what he’s about to say.

He doesn’t want to do it again.

He can’t keep up the charade.

Yeah, he came, but … meh.

What he does come out with though … “Do you think sex will up my game? Ezra and Anton swear by it. They always fuck the night before, and it won them the Cup last year.”

The laugh that leaves my mouth is relief and a metaphoric eye roll in one. “Yes, because the entire hockey season is dependent on who got some D and who didn’t.”

“My game can use all the luck it can get.”

“It’s still preseason. You have time to turn it around.”

“I’m just hoping your dick has Ezra’s magic touch.”

I screw up my face. “Please don’t say Ezra and touch and dick in the same sentence. It does things to my brain that I don’t want to imagine.”