Breakneck Hockey (Heartbreak Hockey #3)

2. Marine Rope

Chapter 2

Marine Rope

Sutter

I ’ve got some stuff laid on my bed. I had four hours to think about how I wanted him with no idea if this was going to be the last time. It made me indecisive—not a thing I usually am. But maybe I’ll finally be able to stop thinking about him after this. Go on with my life. It’ll make my feelings about him far less confusing.

My dick wants inside him, like, now, but below the surface, the desire to punch him in the face simmers. How can those two feelings be possible at the same time?

“Either you’re a kinky bastard or a serial killer, Sutter. I don’t know what it says about me that I don’t care which right now. What the fuck is all this crap?”

I needed extra rope for what I have planned, and all I had handy was the marine rope still in my car from camp that I hadn’t stuffed back into my storage locker. I’d also taken the time to tie a few bowline knots to my bedposts. Unlike my bed in Boston, I have a four-poster monstrosity Ma picked out when she decorated the place for me. Always thought it was a bit much, until today.

He wanders over to the bedside table, investigating the lube and condoms I’ve set out.

“Shit, Sutter. You’re as prepared as a boy scout.”

I’ve been hellbent on keeping that information from him, but now that he’s here, I kinda want to offer that little morsel and see what he does with it. I give him the Moose Scout salute.

“Since I was fifteen. Not with the Canadian Scouts, though. Something my dad runs. I’ll ask him to make you a junior cub next summer, you’ll fit right in with the eight-year-olds.”

“Yeah, that tracks,” he says, letting my weakly-aimed verbal jibe slip. “You would be some kinda maniac outdoors guy.”

I step closer, walking my fingers up his spine. “Nothing wrong with being prepared. I’m gonna go ahead and assume you need a few lessons on it.”

His naked skin’s distracting. His six-pack bumps along, still well-defined from the hockey season, but there’s a sheen of sun-kissed glow that wasn’t there before. Kitten’s been to the beach. Boat knots aren’t the only knots I can tie. I can’t wait to see what a column tie looks like against his bronze skin.

I pick up what little bamboo rope I have. “Wrists together, Alderchuck.”

He obeys without question for once, eager to be tied up, and I’m quick about securing his forearms together. I push his messy hockey hair off his shoulder as he studies my knot job. Blood rushes to my cock and the fierce desire I’ve battled all day grips me again. I push him onto the bed.

“Get to the center.”

“I’m starting to think I should have vetted you better. You’re not gonna carve out my insides, are you?” But he can’t be that worried. He wriggles his ass to the center of the bed.

I use the long end of the bamboo rope and tie another bowline knot to secure his arms over his head, forcing him to arch his back a little. Then I snatch up the switchblade I keep under my pillow. Probably not a good idea to have that there while I fuck him, even though it’s non-threatening when it’s closed.

But just to fuck with him, I open it and press the cool blunt end against his warm skin.

“Sutter!”

I laugh and close it, tossing it into my bedside drawer.

“What kind of psychopath sleeps with a knife under his pillow?”

“The smart kind.” Anyone could break in. I’d rather be able to protect myself.

“You’re lucky I find all of this hot. But couldja hurry it up? I haven’t eaten. You don’t want to see me when I’m hangry.”

I unbutton his black jeans. “Why? Do you turn green?” Giving a tug, I slide them off and toss them onto the floor. Next to go are Alderchuck’s gray boxer shorts.

“Worse. I turn into Jabba the Hut. The only thing louder than my mouth is my stomach.”

His hard dick springs out from the cotton briefs as I pull them off slowly. It’s nice to see that he’s eager, too. “At least you know you’re a loudmouth.”

“This loud mouth can fit your whole dick.” He waggles his brows.

Tou-fucking-ché.

“Is that how I’m gonna have to shut you up? Stuffing my dick in your mouth?”

“Don’t act like you’re not desperate for it.”

That urge surges through me again, the one that wants to tune his clock. I won’t do that when he’s defenseless—I’m not that guy—but man does he make me crazy. This fascination between us better die off soon or it’s got the potential to end in violent ruins.

My hand circles his right ankle, and he lets me. I do another quick column tie and then attach it via a bowline knot to the post.

“Pay attention, Alderchuck. This knot’s easy to undo, that’s why boaters use it, and that’s why I’m using it.”

He watches me. “Am I getting my first Cub Scout lesson?”

“I’m trying to tell you it’s easy to release you if I need to, but it wouldn’t hurt you to learn basic survival skills. Everyone should know this knot.”

He huffs. “If you say so, Sutter.”

That’s it. I don’t care if this is just a booty call. He’s getting a lecture on survival. It’s terrifying how na?ve he is. But that can come later. For now, I have to make a tough decision. Do I tie both of his legs spread eagle?

Or.

Yeah, definitely or.

I weave another column tie around his left leg. This one, I attach to a headboard post. He’s still wide open for me, but in a different way.

“Okay, fuck. Just this position turns me on to unbelievable levels. My dick might burst, Sutter. You’re not planning on leaving me like this, are you?”

I laugh, reaching for the lube. “Seems like a question that should have come before you walked into my spider’s web, Alderchuck.”

I drizzle lube all over his cock and massage it between his crease. His breathing hitches. I take my time getting to know every wrinkle of his pucker.

“I can do whatever I want to you in this position, kitten. Do you like being all tied up and at my mercy?”

“Fuck, nngh . Yeah. I think I do.”

I savor all his little reactions. Every gasp, every appreciative mmhm . We were so “heat of the moment” the other times we fucked, I barely got to experience him at all. I didn’t even want to. Just wanted to pound him with my dick instead of my fists. This time I want to see if I can figure out what draws me to him. At the very least, take my time and savor him so that I can recreate more of whatever he’s giving me in other ways. Hopefully with other men.

I don’t want to be addicted to Alderchuck for the rest of my life. That would be a new nightmare come to life. Already had enough nightmares in my life, thanks.

Fuck, though. His ass cheeks, so round and perfect. Those sculpted hockey thighs of his—he could crack a boulder between them.

Instead of sinking my finger into him, I twist it, working the knuckle inside until the base is flush with him. I can’t wait until my cock is in there, which reminds me. I need to lose my pants. But Alderchuck’s bottom lip is distracting me. He sucks it into his mouth, releasing it with a little tremor. With more lube I add a finger, reaching deep inside of him, only gently hitting his prostate.

That’s for my dick to hammer.

My goal right now is aggravating the fuck out of him via arousal. Just like we do on the ice, but through his ass instead. His feet tug in the bonds, straining the bowline knots like a boat when it tries to pull away from shore. It allows for a fun amount of play with all the benefits of being restrained. One little tug on the right line and I can free him in a second.

I take my hands away. He whines. “Oh, c’mon, man. I was enjoying that.”

A deep rumble rises from my chest. I don’t know why I find that so funny.

Ignoring his protests, I tear the rest of my clothes off and stroke my aching cock. My dick’s begging me to let it feast. Soon.

I get on top of him and let our dicks slide together. His hips thrust, searching for me, aching for more in the same way I am. I kiss along his neck and then suck hard, marking him with a daisy chain of hickeys.

“Please, Sutter. Is begging what you want? I’ll beg, dude. I thought I could live without this but, turns out, I need your dick.”

Bingo. That’s what I wanted to hear, and I didn’t know it. Alderchuck craves this as much as I do. And it’s something. Because craving him feels so fucking wrong. Like a dirty thing. Knowing that Alderchuck’s suffering too makes it all worth it.

I grab a condom and wrap my dick.

“Do you hate that it’s my dick you’re craving?” I ask, positioning the latex-covered head at his entrance. He tries to fuck himself on it, but I don’t let him.

“You have no idea. If I could bleach the thought of it from my mind, I would, but I’m screwed on that front literally and figuratively. Now hurry up and fuck me.”

“Don’t rush me.”

“Why? You need to teach me more about boat knots, Top Dog?” he says in a sultry voice that’s definitely also making fun of me.

But fuck do I like him in boat knots.

“Mhm.” Why’s that hot? It gets me, and I shove my dick inside with a long moan. Ahhh. Yeah. That’s the stuff. My heart’s thudding against my ribcage, and I don’t know why I’m so fucking dizzy with pleasure. Just sinking my dick into him is like a headrush of nicotine from a vape pen. I’m not alone. He’s gone too. Head tossed back, hips thrusting.

“Please. I need it hard. So hard, Sutter. Pretend you’re beating the shit out of me on the ice but, like, with your dick.”

“Don’t you worry, kitten. You’re gonna feel me for days.” I haven’t moved yet. I’m sheathed inside of him.

I start slow, building momentum, teasing his pleasure spot a little more. His cock strains and leaks.

“You like my dick inside you? What would your friends think if they knew you craved me?”

He moans and whines at the same time.

“Maybe they’d hate it. I should stop,” my husky voice breathes into his ear. “Bet it would be embarrassing for you if they found out?”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Fuck my friends. I’d sell my soul for your dick right now, Sutter. If they can’t understand that, they’re not my friends and they never were.”

My lips smile against his cheek. “Okay, then.”

I pick up the pace. With him open like this, I can get deep. So fucking deep. I pound into him, just like he wanted, just like I want to, claiming his ass. I’m going to ruin him for all other dick, so he stays as desperate for me as I am for him.

His noises are unintelligible. His cock strains again. Fucker thinks he’s cumming whenever the fuck he wants, doesn’t he?

I stop. “No. You can damn well ask, Alderchuck.”

“What the fuck, Sutter? Let me cum, you asshole.”

“Not until I’m ready, and I’m not, so hold your damn horses or I’ll stop altogether and go back to toying with you. I have a lot of toys. I can make this torturous for you. Edge you for hours. Until your voice is raw from screaming.”

He swallows, hard. He’s picturing it, isn’t he? “O-Okay, Sutter. I’ll behave myself.”

I move again. “Part of you wants that, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately,” he whines. “Why am I like this?”

I laugh. “You want to cum from now on, you ask and beg me like a good boy, or I punish you.”

Casey pauses and then lets go of everything—all tension, control, everything. “Alright, I won’t cum unless you say,” he promises.

Wasn’t expecting that. I thought he’d tell me to sit on a cactus or something. Looks like he enjoys being an obedient kitten. There’s so much I can do with that.

I pound against his prostate harder. I take him high and bring him low, edging him for a little while. Sweat beads off us, swirling together. I suck more slow hickeys into his skin and tug on his nipples with my teeth until he’s a needy ball of nerves, quivering under me.

His hoarse voice pleads with me to just let him cum several times. “I fucking hate you. No, no! Don’t pull out. I don’t know what I’m saying at this point,” he croaks. “ Please. ”

My heavy balls reach their breaking point. If I gotta hear one more please like that. Breathy. Broken. Thirsting. Fuck.

“Cum for me, kitten. I wanna see you make a mess of yourself.”

His body freezes, and I’m sure the cry that leaves him can be heard through the building. I let my nuts release, too, filling the condom.

Fuck do I wish I could fill him instead of a condom.

He’s spent in every way possible, and I somehow have the wherewithal to pull out my phone and snap a picture. I’m definitely getting off to this later, plus, I wanna show him what he looks like ruined.

Tugging on the marine ropes, I quick release him and untie his wrists, massaging them, stimulating extra circulation.

“Gotta admit, that was epic,” he says. “Totally worth whatever hit to my pride I just took. Don’t feel that part yet, but I’m sure it’ll come.”

Fuck, I wanna kiss him one more time. I indulge myself, pressing my lips to his kiss-swollen ones. He’ll be leaving soon … unless there’s some way I can get him to stay for a few more rounds?

He still tastes so good. So fucking good. But that hit of watermelon’s too faint. Almost gone.

“What?” he says. Is my face that readable?

“You tasted like watermelon when you got here.”

“Oh.” He laughs. “Hand me my jeans.”

I submit to his bossiness. He just let me do whatever I wanted to him, I guess it’s the least I can do.

From the pocket, he pulls a clear-wrapped candy. “Is that a Jolly Rancher?”

“Not just any Jolly Rancher. A watermelon Jolly Rancher. These are practically going extinct. So hard to find.”

I groan. “Don’t tell me you’re some kind of candy sommelier.”

“Yep, and proud of it. You’re one to talk, Mr. King of the Boy Scouts, with all your rope talk. I thought I was about to die of boredom before we got to the main event. If I have to hear about boat knots ever a-fucking-gain?—”

I snatch it from his hand.

“Hey! Give that back, Sutter. Just because you fuck like a demon, doesn’t mean you’ve earned yourself one of those.”

He’s too tired and food-deprived to fight me. He makes a feeble effort, but I get the candy in my mouth. Okay, it is kinda good, but something’s missing. I shove my fingers into his hair and bring his lips to mine.

Mmm. That’s better.

His tongue sweeps inside, and he swipes the candy. “We do not share food. We do not share candy.”

I don’t want to fucking share him. How do I do that without giving us a label?

“Guess I’ll have to taste you instead.” I steal one more kiss. That’s the last one. I’m done.

He stretches, sitting up, sensing our time’s come to an end. “I’m leaving before my stomach eats itself. There’s a pizza out there somewhere with my name on it.”

“Pizza over another round on my dick?”

Casey pats my cheek. “If you have to ask, you don’t know shit about me.”

I’d offer to order a pizza, but would that count as coffee and breakfast? Apparently, that was too much for him. Such a fucking child. “Get out, Alderchuck.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

He slips off the bed, and I get a wide shot of his body. I’ve marked him to hell. Hickeys everywhere. Handprints on his left ass cheek. Bite marks down his right arm. His tumble of honey-brown curls sticks out like a lion’s mane.

Just. Fucking. Wrecked.

I watch him from the bed, lying on my stomach, pretending not to watch him, or give a fuck over what he’s doing. Like I can’t wait to fall asleep. But I’m sneaking peeks of him while he extracts his clothing from where ours spent the last thirty minutes tangled together on the floor.

“Well, I’ll show myself out then, but I can’t lock your eighteen thousand locks behind me. Is that a fetish? You gonna get off on that later?”

The pillow’s out of my hand and in his face before he can make another stupid joke. I close my eyes so that I don’t have to look at his face anymore.

“Think fast, Sutter.”

My eyes pop open, I catch a flash and the shiny object before it hits my face.

“Looks like someone’s thinking about’cha. I won’t be. I’ll be knee-deep in cheese for the rest of the night.”

His laughter trails behind him, but I’m too caught up with staring at the thing in my hand. There’s a squeaking hinge—I need to oil that—and then a door closing. Alderchuck’s gone.

I flip the object in my hand between my fingers and hold it up to the light. A penny. A Canadian penny. 2009.

Goosebumps wash over my arm and down my spine.

“Dad?” I whisper.

And wait.

No one answers.

What the fuck am I waiting for anyway, his ghost? I don’t believe in ghosts.

I close my fist around the little copper disk, squeezing it hard enough to make it disappear. I’m losing my Goddamn mind. It’s just a penny and it doesn’t mean shit.