Friendzone Hockey (Heartbreak Hockey #4)

Chapter 25

Chapter

Twenty-Five

NOW

Dash

T his truck is massive. It still has new-car smell. He takes my hand across the console, but I don’t love how the console separates us.

“What was that thought you just had?” he says, brushing a finger over my nose.

“I’m not sure I like this monstrosity. I’m too far away from you over here.”

“Then I’ll get rid of it. Get something with a bench seat. Or, if that’s your only hang-up, I’ll have Sutter’s shady friends tear it out and remodel. Whatever you want. Your wish is my fucking command.”

Whoa. What a rush.

“You can’t do all of that just because I don’t like something.”

“Get used to it. That’s your future, sweetheart. My world falls at your feet.”

Holy shit. My heart skips a beat. I circle my fingers over his palm, overcome with sensation. If I leaped off a building, I’m sure I could fly. If I was let loose on the ice, I wouldn’t need skates.

“Sooooo, am I obligated to have a mourning period, or am I a terrible person if I just want you to…” I trail off on a hitched exhale. “I want you. I want you so fucking badly.”

“What did I tell you? At your fucking feet, Dash. I mean it.”

He uses our joined hands to push the keyless ignition. The engine rumbles to life. “C’mon, it’s time that I introduce you to someone you’ve never met before.”

I frown. “Who’s that?”

“The me who owns your ass.”

S tacey’s solid jaw is a knife handle for those sharp teeth, glinting perfectly white above me. I’ve pushed him past the carefully controlled sanity he’s maintained for seven years. It’s not easy getting him here and I take pride that I’m one of the few people who can do it.

His sun-bleached hair falls in his eyes as he leans over top of me, his knees straddling my thighs, dipping into my mattress. I’ve never seen his eyes so dark and unhinged. I’ve driven him right to the brink of sanity, which is exactly where I wanted him.

We’re in my room, on my bed, and he’s about to defile me.

“I had it all planned out. The moment I took you for the first time, it was going to be sweet and special.”

Anything we do together is special. I want him too fucking bad to wait for hearts and flowers bullshit. I want this version of Stacey, the one who looks like he’s about to ferally claim me with his cock.

“I don’t want sweet. I want to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”

It’s the smallest of nods, but it tells me that the version of Stacey who lives to do everything right by me is still in there. Right now, though, his darker self’s at the helm and plans on fucking me straight through this mattress.

“Once we do this, you’re mine. Today, tomorrow, till the fucking end of time. No more Syd or anyone else putting their hands on you.”

“No more,” I agree, reaching for his neck. “I’m yours, Stace. It’s … it’s always been you.”

His electric fingers caress my jawbone, sending sparks across my skin. My arm hairs stand on edge as his hair tickles my face, his lips getting closer to mine. He hovers there until my lips light up with his massive energy. My hips strain, wanting to rub against his jean-covered cock.

“I’m gonna get up for a second, and the only thing you’re gonna do is get undressed. I want to watch you; I want you to give yourself to me.”

Holy fucking shit that’s hot.

I give a small nod so that he knows I’ve heard him, but there’s no way I can speak. On the inside, I’m all “yes, fucking, sir.” Peeling myself off the bed as he backs away, there’s a new set of eyes on me. Ones that openly say how hungry they are for me. Is this how it’s always been behind the curtain? Wild and unhinged arousal that’s looking to devour me?

Hmmm, should I start with shirt or pants?

“Shirt,” he says, reading my mind. “Remove it slowly.”

Fuck. A violent shiver rolls down my spine, his words skittering over me. Gripping the hem of my T-shirt, I tug the wet cotton upward, leisurely, unveiling each bump of my abs one by one. My hair fluffs over my face as I pull the white cotton away and toss it to the floor.

“Jeans and boxers,” he says. “Turn around.”

“You want to see my ass?”

“I want to see what’s mine.”

Dayum.

I quickly pop the button and release my straining cock from under the zip, but take my time dragging my jeans and boxers over the swell of my large hockey ass. Quiet breaths quicken from behind me. I love how much I’m affecting him. I knew he was attracted to me, I never knew how much. I kick the rest of my clothes off to Nowhere Land because that’s where they’ll be for the foreseeable future.

A strong arm wraps around me, pulling my naked skin flush with him. Lips attach to my neck, in the place between collarbone and nape of the neck that Casey calls the shiver spot. I didn’t get why before, but I do now. Holy shit. My body quakes with shivers and tingles.

“Please, Stacey.” Please, what? I don’t fucking know. Do something, I guess. Do something to soothe the fire within me. I doubt he will—he’s more intent on stoking it at the moment.

His lips continue to suck, pulling blood to the surface, sending arousal straight to my rock-hard dick. My hand thinks it’s gonna help my dick, but a rough hand circles my wrist.

“Not a fucking chance, sweetheart. You can have the pleasure I give you.”

He’s done it again, made “sweetheart” a threat. I love the way it bites off his tongue. I swear to fucking god I’m gonna live and die by that word for the rest of my life.

A groan falls off my lips. “Please tell me you’re not gonna torture me?”

“I’m gonna torture you, and you’re gonna love every second.” Yeah. Yeah, I will. “I’m gonna show you how much I’ve been burning for you.”

There might be just a tiny bit of revenge there, and I want it. I want to feel every ounce of his anger and frustration, built from years of wanting me. I can take it all. Am I a terrible person for never wanting that sensation to completely go away? It’s not that I want him to suffer, but I want him to always have this kind of edge when he takes me.

I sink back, letting him feast on me, mark me, indulge in me. His teeth nibble, his mouth sucks, and his tongue swirls, sending delicious arousal to my special places. Then his hand grips my cock, and I almost die. “Mmm, Stace, please .”

He strokes me way too slowly to give me an orgasm, but his rough hand scraping its way up and down my shaft is worth every bit of suffering. My bare ass presses against something hard in his jeans—his cock. Stacey has the largest cock I’ve ever set eyes on.

“Yeah, you feel that, don’t’cha? My cock, hungry for you. I’m gonna make you choke on it before it goes inside you because that’s what you fucking need to feel owned, isn’t it?”

And here I thought he’d be too gentle. Just another thing I was wrong about.

“Yes. Please. I wanna choke on it—make me cry, baby.”

“ O n your knees, Dash.”

I drop like a boulder, as the sound of his zipper hits my ears. He pulls it out through the fly of his boxers rather than pulling them down, and I stare, blinking up at him. That’s not fair. His V is one of my favorite parts of him. I decided that after getting a full view of it during the shower that lives rent free in my head.

“Jesus, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me come if you keep fanning your pretty lashes like that.”

I smirk. “Will that finally convince you to let me come?” He hasn’t done much more than stroke my dick and nibble on me, but I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. I could come untouched.

“You don’t come until I’m inside you. Open.”

God. It’s the orgasm denial for me. Fucking hell. My balls pull up, tingling, fuzzy with arousal. I take a cheeky lick up his length before I open like a good boy and swallow the head. I suck and toy with the underside and he makes an indescribable noise, losing that carefully constructed control he always keeps—especially with me.

Fingers grip my roots, tugging, and his hips move without thought, hitting the back of my throat. I gag, drowning his cock in saliva, drooling. Tears prick my eyes. He backs off so I can get air and then he shoves in along my wet tongue. I love the raw way he fucks my mouth. It takes over my cells one by one, dominating them, seeping into them bone deep.

His dick pulses, he’s about to come. He mumbles something that sounds like, “You ready, sweetheart?” I refuse to let his cock go, sucking it in with force. It throbs over my tongue as hot cum hits my throat. Then his hand tightens around my neck, just under my chin, telling me without words to get up. It hasn’t escaped my notice that he hasn’t kissed me yet. Is it now? Will he do it now?

Stacey’s hand disappears. He rips off his hoodie and his T-shirt at the same time. I’m treated to acres and acres of rippling muscles as he stares, drinking up every inch of me, never wanting to forget this moment. I want him to kiss me so bad, I want him to make my lips swell, I want him to make them ache as much as my heart does.

Without taking his gaze from me, he slides out of his jeans and boxers. The cock I just sucked dry is already trying to make a comeback.

Oh my god. I sucked Stacey Alderchuck’s cock. His cum’s still on my tongue.

My eyes catch on something, yanking me from my Stacey’s-cock induced haze. Black ink, no, a tattoo in one of the crevices I love so much. I squint. He pauses to let me look.

FUCKING ASK DASH for permission to use.

It’s in hard black font, with only the first three words capitalized. I beam, tracing my hand over the letters. He reaches for my hand, pulling me off the floor.

“Do you like it?”

“Love it. I can’t believe you got something like this when we weren’t even together. No one’s getting my permission by the way, but I fucking love the idea that someone would have to ask, and I’m the one with the power to say yes or no.”

“And that’s the point.”

His hand presses into the small of my back, and the depth of him reaches into the depths of me, tying us together by more than space and time. We move together, but he’s leading this dance, and I’m his willing partner. Familiar fingers find their way to the nape where my hockey hair curls, and he nestles them snuggly, turning my head upward.

It’s now. It’s now, it’s now, it’s now. He’s finally going to kiss me again.

Our lips collide, and for several long seconds, I cease to exist. His tongue swirling into my mouth brings me back to him. I plunge mine into his, already addicted to doing this. Already needing his air more than my own. His fingers dig a bruising grip, keeping me in place, and it gives him away. He’s afraid this isn’t real. He’s worried he’ll wake up and I’ll be gone. Angry teeth sink into my lower lip, drawing out a metallic tang that mixes with his salty cum in my mouth.

And pain. Pain that bursts down my chin.

Instead of pushing me away, it draws me to him. I moan into his mouth, seeking more. He pulls away, briefly, running his thumb over my freshly bitten lip, admiring his mark there, and then dives in again, plundering this time, leaving nothing for anyone else.

I’m all his.

I ’m not allowed to touch my cock, but he didn’t say no touching him, and we’re going to have a problem if he tries to stop me. I need my hands on him, all over him, mapping my new territory. I drag my fingertips up his torso, pausing at his nipples, giving them a little squeeze. He sucks in a breath, frozen, letting me have my wicked way.

A quick movement and I’m scooped up bridal style, succinctly tossed onto the bed. He rummages around for lube and some condoms in the bedside drawer while I perch back on my elbows, watching him. Most specifically, watching his ass. It’s a nice ass. Round, plump, and attached to thick hockey thighs. His heavy balls hang down where I can see them, jostling with his movements.

Fuck, I’m gonna die. Right here. From hotness overload. But it’ll be worth it.

“I’m buying a new bed, and you’re moving into it,” he says, drizzling a healthy squirt of lube over my miserable cock.

Thinking of his bed reminds me of the twins he had in his bed—the ones I still want to maim.

“We’re burning your old bed. I’m not setting foot in it.”

Lying beside me, he reaches down, and two fingers find my hole, using the cool lube to grease me up.

“You saw the cot. Me, an over six-foot hockey player, slept in a cot made for sixth graders,” he says, casually rubbing those fingers up and down my crease.

“Don’t care. Trent’s lucky he didn’t end up with a black eye.”

He captures my lips, pillaging them while he works his way inside me to the second knuckle and then the base. My mouth drops open.

“I kinda like you jealous, even if you have no reason to be. My heart’s always been yours, Dash. I’ll always be yours.”

I believe him, but that doesn’t stop the visions of me tearing out their eyes. It’s too bad they don’t play hockey.

“Please just stick your cock in me? I don’t need all that opening up.”

He raises a brow. “It’s cute you think me playing with your asshole is just for relaxing you.”

Torture, right. Got it. He’s trying to fucking torture me. I cover my face, losing my elbow perch, and groan. “I didn’t take you for a sadist, Alderchuck.”

He laughs. “Don’t know why. I seem to remember many of our days off, making the lot of you do chores before you went off partying.”

“I th-thought,” I pant, “that you were … were just bein’ logical.” I exhale, falling victim to his fingers in the best way. “So, your plan is to te-tease me to death?”

“My plan is to make you fall apart so I can put you back together.”

Fall apart I do. I free-fall into Stacey’s whirlwind, letting him sweep me away, his ready and willing man.

His fingers pause in my ass. “Did you sleep with Syd in this bed?”

“Nope,” I’m happy to say. We always went to his house.

“Good, that’s good,” he says, resuming toying with my ass.

It’s a whole damn journey, his fingers. They make ocean waves crash against my insides and when he gives my cock a firm squeeze, I buck upward. “Oh god, oh please.”

Stacey keeps me on the precipice for what feels like forever. I’m a moaning pleading mess and all he does is smile into my collarbone. Finally, I grab his neck, complete desperation taking over.

“I want you in me, Stacey Alderchuck, or I’m gonna start raising hell.”

Know what the fucker does? Gives me damn nose kisses like he’s not actively driving me crazy. Never let anyone tell you that the name Alderchuck doesn’t imply a gene for devilishness.

I get what I want. He swoops over me with all the muscle and fire. Holy fuck, his cock’s weeping for me. Dripping away. I don’t forget that he’s already gotten to come.

“Mind sliding that rubber onto me?”

I glare at him. He’s evil. I still love him, but he’s fucking Lucifer sometimes. I tear the package open and roll it down his bulging cock. He flashes me a charming smile, and all right, I forgive him. I can’t help but forgive him.

I also forget my name pretty damn fast, too. He slides his dick right in—no pomp and circumstance. But when he’s there, he sits, unmoving. I know him. He’s soaking in the moment. This one’s titled “First Time in Dash’s Ass”. His body also takes the same sigh mine does.

Ever since we met, our skin touching meant complete. Everything in the world felt right. Nothing else could touch us. Not the pain of our traumatic losses, or the demons that chased us.

But this? It’s a new level of wholeness. We’ve integrated. We’ll never be two people again. Being without him all season was hard. Thinking we were gonna have to sever our unique bond was impossible.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna wanna hang on for this.”

“What the?—”

He moves. There’s the brief emptiness that hollows my guts, but his dick’s quick to stab into me, this time with a lot more force than the first.

Yeah, that’s what I need. His rough handling doesn’t just go to my dick, it reverberates through my body. He rolls his pelvis, pumping forward. I match the rhythm and the pace he sets as best I can, but it’s tough when my limbs flop like jellyfish arms. He slows a bit so I can catch his neck and then he pounds my ass again, skin slapping.

Yep, there’ll definitely be bruises, and I’ll be so tender that he’ll be with me wherever I go. Not that I plan on being away from him until the season starts. He can damn well sit at the bar while I work. I don’t want him out of my sight.

His hips thrust into me at a punishing pace, telling me how it is, defining what the rest of our lives together will be like. All six feet and three inches of him hammering me with his mighty force, staking his claim, marking his territory.

I eat it the fuck up. I didn’t know Stacey could be like this, which means I’ve got something to do with it. He’s turned into a beastly sex animal because of me. I moan, moving in time with his snapping hips, my ass taking an utter beating. There’ll be bruises, pretty bruises, and I’m gonna love sporting his marks.

“Who are you?” I ask with some genuine bewilderment in my tone. It’s as if he’s restrained himself all these years, keeping all this behind a wall of iron, and he’s finally unleashed it, set it free. Now that it’s out of the box, it’s not going back in—I can feel it. After he claims his territory—me—he’s gonna defend it till the rest of time.

“I’m yours, your boyfriend, your husband someday real soon, your everything. I love you, sweetheart.”

“That’s mine, too, by the way.”

“What is?”

“The name. Sweetheart. I officially trademark it. You’re only calling me that from now on.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He pushes hair off my face, his sweat cools against my skin and he leans in to nibble on my neck. “That name was only ever meant for you.”

“I love you, too. I hope you know. Not as a friend, well, that too. But you’re my friend second, my boyfriend first.”

“Until we rectify that situation.”

I laugh. “You really wanna get married?”

“I do. I see what Rhett means now about the whole owning on paper thing. He might have started a trend.”

I’ve already seen how well that argument’s gone for Casey and Logan, so I don’t bother. Besides, I’m one hundred percent down with owning Stacey on paper.

Stacey fucks into me with the renewed force of a god, knowing I’m his for life. “Come for me, Dash.”

Already tuned to his voice, my dick pulses and cum spills in spurts and rivulets, shooting up my torso almost hitting me in the face.

“Fuck … ungh … c-coming …” His hips stutter and his mouth drops open. Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the sight of Stacey bursting with pleasure.