All Chapters of Pucked On Ice : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

NicoI thought it was over after he had let me rest for a few minutes but…Dex suddenly flipped us again, taking control.He pinned me down on my back, spreading my legs wide as he thrust back inside me with one powerful stroke. I cried out, back arching as he fucked me deep and hard, hips snapping forward relentlessly. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot, making my vision blur with pleasure.“Dex— fuck, right there!” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders.“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like this?” he growled, voice rough with lust. “Taking my cock so deep. This tight little hole was made for me.”I could only whimper and nod, legs shaking around his waist as he pounded into me. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my slick hole filled the room. My own cock was trapped between us, leaking steadily.Dex leaned down, kissing me messily as he fucked me harder. “I am going to knot you again. Fill you up until you’re leaking me for days.”The word

DexFinally, we separated, and I drove home in silence, mind racing the entire way.The photographer. The pictures. The possibility of those images getting out. I wasn’t even officially with Nico — hell, I didn’t know what the hell we were — and the last thing I needed was tabloid speculation or fans digging into his life. I was a public figure. A hockey star. One blurry photo could turn into a whole story.As soon as I got inside, I called my coach.I told him everything — the lunch, the photographer, how worried I was about the pictures leaking. Coach listened, then told me not to worry. He’d look into it.Later that night, I called him again because I couldn’t sleep. He had good news.“I found the guy. Paid him off and got the pictures. Deleted everything. But Dex… you need to be more careful. If you don’t want people knowing, don’t give them anything to look at. Besides, people might just think you’re just friends.”“You don’t understand,” I said, rubbing my face. “Everybody knows

DexI finally got home just as the sun was beginning to pull itself above the horizon, painting everything outside in that quiet, pale gold that only exists for about twenty minutes before the day gets properly loud. I stood at the window for a moment looking at it, then dragged myself to the bathroom.The cold from the long hospital night had worked its way deep into my bones in the way that only comes from sitting still under fluorescent lights for hours on end, worrying. I turned the shower heater up as high as I could stand it and stayed under the water longer than necessary, letting it work through the tension that had settled across my shoulders and the back of my neck.I felt marginally human by the time I got out.I pulled on comfortable clothes, turned the heating on throughout the apartment, and made myself some breakfast — nothing elaborate, just enough to give my body something to work with. I ate standing at the kitchen counter, staring at nothing in particular, my mind s

DexNico swallowed, looking a little flustered. “I was just… thinking about something.”“Thinking about something while staring at me?” I raised an eyebrow, watching him.He glanced away quickly, reaching for his glass. “I was actually thinking about your father. Wondering how he was doing.”“Oh.” I set my fork down. “He’s still unconscious, but the doctors are saying he’ll pull through. We just have to wait for him to wake up on his own timeline.”Nico looked up at me with a small, genuine smile. Not the polite kind people gave you when they didn’t know what else to offer. The real kind. “That’s really good to hear. I’m happy for you, Dex. Genuinely.”“Thanks,” I said, and meant it.We finished eating after that without much conversation, and somehow that was perfectly fine. The food was simple but good, and the quiet between us was the comfortable kind that didn’t ask anything from either of us. By the time the plates were empty, I felt more settled than I had all morning.I stood u

NicoDex was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was still glistening from my mouth, heavy and flushed. Without a word, he stood up, grabbed his towel from the floor, and wrapped it around his waist. Then he walked away toward the other room.I sat there on the floor, confused and a little hurt. Had I done something wrong? Was he regretting this already? The silence made my stomach twist. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, still tasting him, still aching for more.A few moments later, Dex returned.He was holding something in his hand — a thick, realistic dildo, slightly curved, with a flared base and a suction cup at the bottom. It was big. Bigger than I expected. My eyes widened.“What is that?” I asked, voice hoarse.“For you,” he replied, smirking. “Let me make you feel good.”He stepped closer and helped me stand, then squeezed my cock gently. I whimpered, knees buckling. I was painfully hard, leaking steadily, my hole st