Puck Block : A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance (Bexley U)

The longer Ford toys with me, the greedier I become. It isn’t long before I’m desperate for his touch and crave to have some sort of release. We both know that, come morning, we will likely never be allowed in a room alone together again, but right now, my brother could be banging on the door, and I’d still beg Ford to touch me.

He peels my fingers from the grip I have on his wrist and pushes both of my arms up above my head. The oversized T-shirt I’m wearing is pushed up high enough that Ford can probably see the bottom of my breasts, and I want to arch my back further just so he can get a full view. I don’t just want him to get me off; I want him to do exactly what he threatened.

I want him to devour me.

I want him to touch every single part of me, even if I know we’ll both regret it later.

“Keep your hands there,” he demands. “If you need me to get you off, I don’t want your help.”

I inhale sharply, but for once, I do as he says. The backs of my arms press into the pillow that my head rests on, and I curve toward him when he climbs on top of me. He shoves my shirt up higher, and the cool air brushes over my sensitive nipples before they’re suddenly covered in warmth. He pinches one with his hand while his mouth sucks on the other, and I whimper softly. He shifts and does the same thing to the opposite side, and I hold my breath.

“Breathe, Tay,” he whispers before placing a soft kiss in between my breasts.

The way his hands grip my body sends me into a frenzy. I’m twisted and knotted in every way possible.

Ford hovers above me, and I stare at his sexy smirk. “Let’s see how many times I can get you off, shall we?” His raspy chuckle vibrates against me. “Surely it won’t be anywhere near the number of times I’ve imagined it, though.”

I flutter when he rubs against my clit. I’m already spiraling, and part of me feels like I should be embarrassed at how turned on I am, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. There’s a deep need rooted inside of me that wants to make him proud by how many times I get off for him.

Wait, what?

Ford repeats the action over and over again, continuing to rub against the most sensitive part of my body. I shut my eyes when he glides the same finger inside, and I swear the room sways.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses.

I open my eyes, and he’s sitting back on his ankles, staring directly at his finger inside of me. His hot gaze flits to every one of my curves, and when we make eye contact, the knot that needed to be untied becomes frayed at the ends. The room grows dark, and I chase the high with him staring down at me like I’m the most desirable thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

As soon as I make it over the peak, Ford’s mouth brushes against my ear. “That’s one. Now give me another.”

How? How could I after that?

I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms. Can I even do that?

“I don’t know if I–”

He interrupts me, “You can.”

All of a sudden, Ford pops up with that natural-born agility he has and his feet plant on the floor. I don’t have time to wonder what he’s doing, because I’m quickly pulled to the edge of the bed, and he’s kneeling in between my legs.

His face is masked by the dark room, but I swear I see his eyes brighten.

“Open,” he coaches, pushing my legs apart.

They spread willingly, and I place my hands behind me to brace myself, but there is no preparation when it comes to Ford. I can see why every girl he’s ever been with comes crawling back for more.

I count the kisses he trails up my inner thigh, and his lips are like velvet. I pulse around his mouth when he sucks on my delicate skin, and when he puts my legs on his shoulders for a new angle, he hums, and I shudder.

“That’s it, baby.” His praise sends me to an entirely new level. “Look at you, letting me devour you. I knew you could be obedient when you wanted to be.”

After another few seconds of him kissing, sucking, and licking, I’m gripping the blankets. He licks me clean with little praises here and there, and I’m in a daze when he towers over me with a smile full of arrogance.

“Give me one more.”

I open my mouth with surprise, but I’m distracted when he plants his hands on my waist and spins me. My cheek falls to the bed when he pushes me face down. “This entire night is going in my spank bank, but we’ll never talk about it again. You understand?”

“Yes,” I pant.

His hand skims up the inside of my thigh when he leans over me. I feel how hard he is through his pants, but if he takes them off, it’ll be detrimental. “At least now you know what to strive for with whomever you end up with. They need to make you lose control…” Ford sticks his fingers inside of me from behind, and it hits a spot I’ve never felt before. “Just like this.”

A whimper falls from my lips when he pulls out, but he slowly glides them in again and again. It’s torture, but it’s the best kind. My hand is trapped in his when he interlinks our fingers together. He squeezes them hard and pushes our joined hands into the bed as his other hand works me over.

“Make this one good.” He tugs on my ear with his teeth, and I’m delirious. “I want your come to drip down my fucking arm, Taytum.”

A line of heat starts at my scalp and rushes to my feet. I thrust my hips upward, when he hits the spot again, and I’m a goner. He unclasps our fingers, and his forearm goes to my waist to brace my fall. He holds me steady, and to my surprise, he swallows my moans with his mouth. Our kiss lasts longer than my orgasm, and he doesn’t break away until his fingers are out of me and I’m placed on my back.

We’re both breathing heavily, but my eyes beg to close. Ford stares down at me from up above, and I have the urge to reach up to brush my hand over his sturdy jaw, but the act seems too intimate, so I do nothing but keep a hold of his stare.

“Sleep,” he says, covering me up. “My phone is on loud in case your sugar jumps.”

I nod and close my eyes. I bask in the calming warmth flowing throughout my body, and I’m so close to sleep that I hardly hear Ford say, “But first thing tomorrow, we’re going to have a talk.”

I don’t have it in me to argue, so instead, I drift off to sleep, feeling completely sated.

I groggily reach up and brush the side of my face when something hits it. My eyes remain closed because there’s a bright light coming from somewhere in the room, and I’m already annoyed by it. Rolling to my side, I wonder if I’ve imagined something hitting me, but then I’m pelted in the face again, and I know it’s not a dream.

I rub my cheek and slowly peek an eye open, only to close it again. The sun is blazing through the window, and it blinds me. I move to pull the covers over my head, but I stop when I’m hit again.

“Okay, what the hell!” The blankets fall to my lap when I hastily sit up. My gaze lands on Ford right away, and unfortunately, the night hits me harder than whatever he’s throwing at me. We make eye contact, and warmth bleeds into my cheeks.

“Five,” he states.

My heart skips a beat when he talks, and that’s the moment I realize that what we did last night is going to stay with me for far too long.

This is bad. 

I flop onto my back and grab the blanket to cover my face. “Five what?”

“I was just counting how many glucose tablets I could throw at you before you woke up.” I hate that I want to smile. “Five, in case you’re wondering.”

“I wasn’t,” I say matter-of factly.

I’m on high alert, all senses hypervigilant. My ears perk when I hear his footsteps against the floor, and my pulse thrums. He’s as quiet as a mouse, but I feel how close he is to me. “Finger,” he says.

Surprisingly, my glucose monitor hasn’t gone off, but I know that I’m going to have to explain to him what’s going on, and I really don’t want to.

It’s a consequence I was willing to pay last night, though.

Damn you, Taytum.

I pop an arm out of the blanket while still hiding under the covers. Ford chuckles and gently takes my hand in his and flips it palm up.

“Why are you taking my sugar like this when I have an automatic glucose monitor on my arm?” I mumble from beneath the blankets.

I hear the click and flinch when the needle pokes my sore finger, but then it’s over and done with. “Sorry,” he mutters.

The monitor beeps a few seconds later, and he sighs. “I’m making sure that the one on your arm matches this one because your levels are concerning.”

I pull on my hand, but Ford doesn’t let go. Silence fills the room, and sweat starts to prick at my hairline. I tug on my hand harder, but then he does something that shocks me so much I pull the blanket off my head.

My sore finger is in his mouth, and he’s sucking on it.

We make eye contact, and the rush of last night flies through my head.

He drops my hand and grins. “I knew that would get you to come out of the little blanket fort you’ve got going on there.”

I move to cover myself again, but I catch the quick flick of Ford’s eyebrow, and then the blanket flies across the room. His eyes immediately move to my legs, and his neck bobs with a swallow.

He turns abruptly, stomps across the floor, and then I’m pelted in the face with my balled-up pair of jeans. I stare at his back, tightly covered by a gray BU t-shirt, and count the tensing muscles flicking underneath it.

“What?” I tease him while pulling on my jeans. “No panties? Oh wait! You destroyed them!”

Ford spins, and every time we make eye contact, my heart beats harder. Before, it would beat out of anger or irritation, but now, it’s something else entirely, and it scares the hell out of me.

“If I remember correctly, you weren’t complaining last night when I tore the delicate piece of scrap off of you.” I stare at his hot smirk until he snaps his fingers and pulls me back to reality.

Our eyes catch, and he shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. Don’t do that.”

I swoop down and pick up my torn panties. “Don’t do what?”

“Look at my mouth like that.”

My stomach flips. “I didn’t realize I was looking at it in a particular way.”

He steps closer to me, but I stand my ground. My chin tips with defiance, but I think he likes that, because his eyes brighten with something enticing. “You were looking at it like you want it between your legs, and if I let myself taste you again, there’s no hiding this from Emory.”

My mouth runs dry. I have a brief–insane–thought that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if my brother knew, but I blink away the idea because it would absolutely be a big deal.

I admit that I don’t know much about dating, but I’m not naive enough to think that just because Ford and I crossed the line, that we could be anything more. Friends with benefits, relationships, or even fake relationships aren’t unequivocal by any means. One little misstep, stolen kiss, or lingering stare can turn things south—real quick.

Ford is a staple in my life.

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Ford and his boyish smile are in the giant family photo hanging in my childhood home.

There is no way he’s going to mess around with something like that over some sexual attraction.

His voice scatters my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

I lie through my teeth. “How you owe me money for these.” My ripped pair of panties dangle in between us, and I raise my eyebrows.

I expect him to smirk, but his face remains stoic. “You want to know what I’m thinking about?”

I shrug. “Not really, no.”

He laughs sarcastically before reaching for his hockey bag and heading for the door. “Fine, I’ll just tell you in the car.”

I take advantage of his back to me and say, “Claire can just take me home.”

Energy fills the space between us when he peeks over his shoulder and shoots me a darkened look. His browline is heavy above his blue eyes, and his tense jaw is hot. “You’re not getting out of explaining last night. I didn’t mishear you when you said you’d taken too much insulin, so do as I say, Taytum, and go sit your hot little ass in my car.”

I narrow my eyes and stomp past him dramatically, all while ignoring the dip in my belly at the half-compliment that followed his demand.