Shameless Puckboy (Puckboys Book 3)
Shameless Puckboy: Chapter 31

MY PHONE IS ALREADY BEING FLOODED with messages by the time we get back to Oskar’s, and I have no desire to deal with any of it. In truth, I’m worried. Worried that I haven’t learned a single lesson from my past relationships and am going to end up emotionally fucked-up again, but … I’ll never regret the decision I made.

I trust Oskar. I think I love him. And if we have that chance to build something together, then I’m going to try. It’s not fair to Oskar that I put my past issues on him, and I’ve done everything in my power to make sure that the comparisons don’t interfere with what we have. So while I’m worried, I’m not worried about him. Because he’s done something those other men never did: he fought for me.

Even when I asked him not to.

“So, what’ll it be, Mr. Pierce?” Oskar asks, his rough voice dropping until he sounds like pure sex.

“First, you’re going to text Damon.”

Oskar’s face screws up. “You need to work on your dirty talk.”

I laugh and grab his phone, handing it over. “We don’t know what the team will say about this, but there’ll be questions when it gets out. You need to give him the heads-up that we’re together and I’m no longer your PR manager.”

“Fine.” He lets out a dramatic sigh and types a message. “You can’t help managing me, can you?”

“You know how I like to be in control.”

He hums and tosses his phone on the nightstand. “Now we’re getting to the sexy talk. What do you want to do with me? Spank me? Eat me out? Choke me on your cock?”

“All excellent ideas.” I step in close and brush a soft kiss over his lips. “But just this once, I don’t want to play games. I want to enjoy you and show you what you mean to me.”

“Awww …” Oskar actually fucking pouts. “Stop being cute. I’ll get used to it way too quickly.”

I shove him back onto the bed and crawl up over the top of him. “Get used to it.” I brush a kiss along his jaw. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

He leans up to press his lips to mine. The kiss is slower than usual between us but every bit as claiming. Strong lips, tongues sweeping deep, my hands traveling south to close over his delicious hockey ass as I pull him up against me. There are too many clothes between us, and even though I’m not in a hurry, don’t want to rush this, I need to feel him.

The warm press of skin against mine, his hairy thighs, that gorgeous ink … I want it all.

We keep kissing as I lazily rut against him and strip us out of our clothes. Every inch of skin that’s revealed to me is a temptation for my lips, and when it’s time to remove his pants, I can’t stop myself. My lips trail along the side of his scar, over his jaw, down the column of his neck. I press a kiss to his round shoulder before licking his nipple into my mouth and giving it a sharp bite. He hisses, but I immediately let go to drag my tongue over his delicious abs all the way down to that la petite mort tattoo.

“I’m going to make you la petite mort so hard your vision will black out.”

His smile is crooked. “That’s not how that phrase works, but challenge accepted.”

“Time for the fun zone,” I say, then kneel up and slide his pants off, revealing that tattoo as well. Oskar is incredible. Perfection. Every part of him, from his messy tattoos to his gorgeous muscles to the scar that makes him even sexier than ever—because I know it makes him happy. A shiver ripples through me, and I grip his thighs, grounding myself against the balloon of happiness building in my chest. Then I flip him over and slap his ass cheek hard.

Oskar gasps as a bright red hand mark blooms against his skin, and the sight is so sexy, I do it again, then lean down and bite the spot.

His back muscles pull tight at the pain, but when he lets out a shaky breath, it’s followed by, “Your mouth needs to be a little to the left.”

I lick a stripe against his skin. “Here?”

“More.”

I hum and do it again. “Here?”

“Fuck.” He tilts his hips, arching his back as his body begs me for what he wants. “You know where, asshole.”

I chuckle, then pull his cheeks apart and give him what he wants. Oskar’s moan is sinful, and despite my self-control being pathetic when it comes to him, I somehow manage to stop myself from shoving him down and driving my cock into him. It’s close though, and the more I use my mouth, the more shameless the sounds he’s making become. I’ve teased him about it a hundred times, but I’ll never get tired of how vocal he is.

“You know what you’re missing,” I say, tilting my head to sink my teeth into his hard muscle again. “A tattoo. Right here. That says Property of Lane Pierce.” I lick the bite mark, only half-serious. It’s too early to talk about shit like that, but damn that would turn me on. My name on his skin. That mark of forever that would be more than a dumb set of rings.

“Matching ones.”

“What?” I ask, not sure that I’ve heard him right.

“I want Property of Oskar Voyjik on yours. I want to see that virgin skin fucked up with my name.”

I shudder, hands closing over his ribs as I press a kiss between his shoulder blades. There’s every chance he’s going to be my undoing, but if that’s the case, I gladly sacrifice my sanity to him. “It would be fitting,” I tell him. “You’ve already fucked up my heart.”

“Lane …” He rolls over, pulling me down against him and kissing me again. Then he lets out a long whine when his hips make contact with my pants. “How do you still have clothes on? New rule. No clothes in my bed. Ever. Actually, let’s go back to my original rule. This house will be a clothes-free zone, always.”

“And when we have guests?”

“They’ll be jealous as hell when they see the D I get to come home to every day.”

I turn my smile into his hair. “I think you mean man you get to come home to.”

“I said what I said. Now”—he flips me onto my back—“time to put the rule into effect.” He wrestles down my pants and briefs while I lie back and watch him. His muscles bunch under his tattoos, his fuck-me hair falls over his forehead, and his grin when he sits back on his heels and runs his eyes over me is completely filthy. The whole image makes my heart stutter.

“I bet I can fuck you before you fuck me,” he says.

“Wha—”

Oskar lunges for his nightstand, but I grab him around the waist and haul him back, wrestling him onto the bed. It takes real effort to keep him pinned.

“What happened to me showing you how much I care about you?”

He leans up to peck the tip of my nose. “You are. If you really, really care about me, you’ll get your dick inside of me first.”

Oh, it’s on.

I have a split second to decide whether to play along before Oskar bucks me off and goes for the drawer again. I throw my weight on him, holding him down while I try to reach the supplies, but Oskar knocks me off him. He scrambles forward, I pull him back, and I swear to fucking hell I’m holding back a goddamn laugh.

I make it to the side of the bed and reach for the handle, but before I can take hold, Oskar drops onto my shoulders and forces the breath from my lungs.

“Little shit—”

He cackles as he jumps off the bed and yanks the drawer open, pulling out the supplies, but I stand and reach the lube first.

Oskar swipes for me, but I back away and cross the room.

We’re both panting as we straighten, him with the condoms and me with the lube, out of each other’s reach.

Oskar’s eyes flick to the bottle and back to me again. “Sharing’s caring.”

“What do you propose?”

“We take what we need and then trade.”

My eyes narrow. “You just want me to get myself ready so you can win.”

He shrugs. “I’m going to win anyway, so if you want me to go in dry, you do you.”

The thought of him entering me makes my cock twitch. “How much will your hockey ego be bruised when you lose?”

He tears open a condom packet. “See, that’s the thing about playing with me—there is no losing.”

And hasn’t he got that right? “Fine.” I make quick work of lubing up and shoving two fingers in. I get myself stretched enough that nothing is going to tear while he rolls a condom on, but that’s about as easy as I’m going to make it. We inch forward to make the trade, and as my grasp closes over the condom packets, I yank them away and toss the lube to the other side of the room.

Oskar swears and darts after it as I hurry to get my own condom on, and then I watch as he snaps open the lube and presses his fingers to his hole.

My cock is throbbing as I approach him, stare dragging over that gorgeous fucking body. “You have until the count of three,” I warn.

“Shit.”

“One …” I stalk closer. “Two …” I step behind him, sheathed cock resting against his ass cheek—

“Three!” Oskar shoves me into the wall, trying to pin me and turn me at the same time. Neither of us holds back as we wrestle against each other, and somehow, I manage to get him over to the bed. His back hits the mattress first, but he rolls out of the way before I can climb on him, and then it’s an all-out showdown.

His nails dig into my back, and I respond with a warning bite of my own. I get a knee to the kidney and an elbow to the eye, and other than being careful of his face, I’m just as rough with him. Between scratches and pulled hair, body jabs and twisted nipples, somehow, I replace Oskar under me on the bed. My full weight is pressed into his shoulders, and I don’t hesitate.

I grab my cock, line up, and press forward.

“Oh, shit,” Oskar gasps, but nothing about the sound hints at disappointment.

The second I breach him, he stops struggling, whole body turning to liquid under my hands, and I take my time pressing in, cautious because he didn’t have a lot of prep time.

My arms snake around his body to hold him close, and when Oskar turns his head to the side, I kiss his cheek under his scar.

“You okay?” I check.

He’s still breathing heavily. “Perfect.” He tilts his hips to take me deeper. “Unbelievably perfect.”

“I was just thinking the same about you.”

He smiles softly, eyes drifting closed as my hips meet his ass, and I take a second to memorize this moment. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Oskar look so carefree.

I hug him to me as I start out with smooth, slow strokes. Every thrust is a tease, fast enough to feel good but nowhere near enough to get off. I want to rock inside him all day, to slowly and surely bring him to the edge over and over until he’s sobbing and cursing my name in equal measure. I want to take my time, to prove to Oskar that he’s worth every second, and mostly, I want to block out the rest of the fucked-up world and give all my attention to the amazing man under me.

The one that the world tried to tear down.

The one who built up all those defenses.

The one who let them all down for me.

My moan is long and low as I suck on his neck, rolling my hips with more purpose, driving as deep into him as I can. His ass is perfect, a tight vise around my cock that makes it feel like it belongs. Like there’s nowhere else for it.

My property to use and own and treasure.

Just like mine is for him.

“You’re the greatest thing that ever happened to me,” I rasp. “You make me take risks and have fun. You challenge me constantly.”

He grunts, one hand burrowing beneath his chest to close around mine. “You take me out of my comfort zone, but I always feel safe. We’re good for each other.”

“Perfectly matched.”

He shoves back onto me. “I’m so glad I won.”

“Remind me, who’s inside who right now? That wasn’t the aim of the game.”

“It was the aim of my game.”

I huff. “Of course it was.”

“I’m going to need you to fuck me now,” he begs.

“Gladly.” I plant my knees into the mattress and pull his hips up with me. He scrambles to get his arms under him. “But, Oskar …” I press my lips to his ear. “No coming until I say.”

“Urg, I hate you.”

I laugh. “We’ll revisit that once this is over.”

My hands close over his hips as I straighten, and after two agonizingly slow thrusts, I let loose. The slap of skin on skin is obscene, especially when mixed with Oskar’s gasps of pleasure. My balls hit his with every thrust, my fingers digging into his sides, and Oskar pushes back to meet me every time, never the passive participant. It turns me on so much to see how good I make him feel, to know how desperate he is for more.

My muscles tense as I give him the pounding of a lifetime, loving the sight of my cock disappearing between his cheeks. A bead of sweat rolls down the middle of my back, but I’m determined to keep going. My orgasm is getting close, rolling toward me and building by the second.

I swear his ass must be goddamn magic because I’m close way too soon every time. I wish I could stay in this moment, hovering right on the edge, my brain fuzzing over and tunnel-visioning until nothing else but me and Oskar and this incredible feeling between us remains.

“I’m so fucking close,” I warn him.

“Shit.” His hand flies between his legs, and I release his hip to slap his ass hard.

“Remember what I said.”

“I do. It’s why I’m holding on to my balls for dear life.” His voice has turned to a whine, and every gasp sounds needier than the one before it. “Please come,” he begs. “Please, please, please …”

His rough voice sounds wrecked. It makes my balls ache with need, makes my ass tense, and shock waves tremble down my spine.

“Lane … please … I want to be good for you.”

It’s those words that do it.

I slam home, brain cutting out as I finally replace my release. My cock jerks with every pulse of come, and when the high starts to calm, I notice Oskar’s arm working under him.

“Not yet you don’t,” I growl.

I pull out of him, flip him onto his back, and then straddle his waist.

“Oh, shit yes.” His hands replace my thighs as I hold his cock and lower myself onto it, taking every inch. It’s tight and uncomfortable, but the lust-drunk expressions playing over his face make it all worth it.

“Sharing’s caring, right?” I ask, leaning down to kiss him. “I take care of my man.”

Then I ride him like my life fucking depends on it. I’m already exhausted, my legs are cramping, but I push through because I promised to show Oskar how I feel about him, and this … right here … this is me giving him everything. Proving that I’ll never stop until he’s happy. That I’ll put myself through hell for him, and I won’t even care.

We lock eyes, and he looks desperate and wrecked. “Oskar … come.”

“Yesss …” He bucks up into me, uncontrolled and eager, and only a few seconds later, his cry fills the room. Fingers bite into my skin, and his abs flex as he comes, and the entire time I’m watching him, my heart feels that bit fuller.

When he’s finished, I climb off and stretch out beside him. He rolls into my arms, and we spend the next few minutes in blissful silence, trailing light touches over each other’s bodies.

“Should we make a wager on how many times Damon’s tried to call?” he finally asks.

“Eh. Whatever the number is, it’s going to be a few more because I’m not ready to deal with that yet.”

He hums, pressing his face to my neck. “Agreed. We at least need to get rid of the condoms first.”

“Good plan.” I chuckle and squeeze him to me tighter. “You know, that was a good start to our relationship.”

Oskar pulls back slightly, propping his head on his hand. “How so?”

“Well, we compromised. We challenged each other, and I made sure to give you everything. I promise that will never change.”

His eyes practically shine. “I like that. But you forgot one more thing.”

I give him a quizzical look as he leans in and brushes a kiss over my lips.

“No matter what … you will always come first.”