บททั้งหมดของ Puck Me Hard: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Noah's P.O.VDorian was gone.He kissed me and fucking left.I was still standing in the same spot with my lips tingling and my face burning up like I had a fever. I swallowed hard and touched my lips. it felt like I could still feel his lips on mine.Or more importantly, his fucking lip ring.I hadn't noticed he was wearing it until he kissed me. the cool metal had caught between our lips for half a second, just long enough to send a sharp jolt of heat straight down to my spine. it was unfair. Dorian Hayes was already a menace of the ice, but now he was out here, wearing a lip ring, looking like that, and kissing me.Honestly, this kiss felt different than the other ones he'd given me. as unexpected as it usually was, it had followed a goodbye, yet the kiss didn't feel like Dorian was telling me bye. it felt like a promise of a new dawn where I was his to toy with and my body won't ever be able to say no.Letting out a long sigh, I squeezed my eyes shut. I needed to stop thinking abo

Dorian’s P.O.VBridgewater Ice Arena was packed, easily the largest crowd I’ve seen since I began playing with the Artic blades and I was pleasantly surprised. Because the last time i’d seen such crowds were at the NCAA first tournament in Michigan. This was just our second regular-season game at home. Yet, the roar of the crowd thundering against the boards vibrated through my ribs, making my pulse thrum with electricity.Game night energy was always different. It was never like practice where sometimes the Ice felt like a cage and I had to practice team work. This… this was where I came alive. Coach might grill my ass about it again but yes, I was a selfish bastard who was also talented and skilled on the ice so I hogged the fucking puck.I was made for this shit. Even though the floodlights were too bright and the air smelled like sweat and ice shavings, and the student section was a mess of bodies leaning over the glass screaming our names. I spotted some older hockey fans prob

Noah’s P.O.VDorian grabbed my wrist with firm fingers and dragged my hand down between us. I sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed my palm flush against the thick, unmistakable shape of his cock.“Still think I’m lying?” Although I couldn’t see his face, the hunger in his voice felt electric. My mouth went completely dry and it felt like my heart was trying to break out from how hard it was slamming against my ribs. Under my fingers, Dorian was hard…so fucking hard. The heat of him burned through his shorts, branding me, and making my stomach clench with need.Just then, Dorian unfurled his fingers from mine, but I didn’t pull my hand away. I should have. I should have taken the out he was giving me, but instead, my fingers twitched and I brushed my knuckles against him. Before I could stop myself, I stroked him once through the nylon. I heard Dorian’s breath hitch as he sucked it through clenched teeth.“Noah,” my name was a growled warning that fell through his lips.I whispered.

DorianCarter looked up at me with his big blue eyes, glittering like little stars with arousal. "May I suck your dick?"that wasn't enough. I narrowed my eyes at him and when he got the memo, his throat bob but then he whispered... "Please."The plea went straight to my dick and I bit on my bottom lip to hold back a groan. He looked like pure sin right there on his knees, golden curls falling over his face while shyly holding my gaze, begging to take me inside his throat. A large part of me wanted to take my phone and steal this moment in a picture forever so I could look at it after this was over and remind myself how fucking hot Noah had looked begging for my cock. But knowing Carter would probably freak out, I can only manage a mental catalogue for masturbating for at least the next two months. I give him a slight nod to his request and his cheeks flushed bright red. Circling my dick with his fist, he guided it to his lips and to my surprise, pressed a shy soft kiss on my tip. Fu

Noah's P.O.VAfter Jaxon kicked me out of his room, I decided to go by myself to the library. So I was walking across campus and minding my business when I spotted him.My heart beat instantly kicked up and the damned organ began slamming itself against my ribcage as if it was trying to escape and jump into his hands. God, he looked heavenly.Dorian was clearly on a run, wearing a pair of low-hanging track pants and black headphones that made him look infuriatingly hot. He was also wearing his lip ring and it caught the sun, adding to his sex appeal. There was a sheen of sweat covering his rippling muscles as he jogged but the longer I looked, I realized there was something different about his appearance.And then it clicked. Dorian has gotten a fresh haircut. Most of the time I’d seen him at practice in the last forty-eight hours, he had his helmet on and besides, I avoided him like the plague. His red hair has been shaved to the low buzzcut he was wearing the first time he came int