Puck Block : A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance (Bexley U)

I wouldn’t be surprised if we are still awake when the sun starts to rise. It’s torture lying in my bed and having to listen to her quick shifting and dramatic sighs.

With every second that disappears into the night, the tenser the room becomes. We’re trapped in a bomb, and if I don’t fall asleep soon, it’s bound to explode.

Visions of her on my bed with her bra half-hanging off her arm gives my spine a thrill, and her ragged breathing across the room is baiting me like no other.

I fiddle with my phone in my palm and stare at the Bex Hex app in the far corner.

It’s bait too.

And it’s one I take.

My fingers hover over the screen, and although the room is illuminated slightly by my screen, I still can’t see much of her through the darkness. I have no issues coming up with a visual in my head, though.

Go to sleep.

I grin when I hear her phone vibrate. There’s a second glow on the ceiling from her screen, but I refuse to look at her.

I would, but there’s an annoying presence in the room that’s keeping me awake.

I snort. She’s so incredibly irritating, but I love bantering with her.

You think I’m the one keeping you awake? It’s so tense in here that I can’t breathe.

Her fingers type aggressively. I see her turn to her side out of my peripheral vision, but I stay on my back to avoid facing her.

Well, let me go home, and then you’ll sleep just fine.

Not a chance.

I would rather stay in this room with you and continue being tortured from the sexual tension than let you go off on your own and potentially fall into a diabetic coma. So no. You’re staying in here until we have a little chat about earlier.

She sighs, and I wish I could catch it with my mouth. My stomach pulls at the thought and…fuck. 

There’s nothing to talk about.

Like hell there isn’t.

Her phone screen shuts off, and my jaw clicks. I type another message.

You think you can avoid me? I’ll get out of bed right now, pull those covers off your bare legs, and torment you until you agree to talk about that little comment you let slip. Did you purposefully take too much insulin? Why would you do that?

There’s an angry force driving my fingers to type harder and faster. Taytum knows more than anyone why I’m triggered by her irresponsible actions. It’s like she’s gambling with her health, and I can’t understand why she would do that to herself.

Or why she would do that to me.

My nostrils flare with irritation when I read her next message.

Tormenting me won’t work because there’s nothing to talk about.

She’s testing me, and I’m not in the mood for games.

I slowly place my phone down on my bedside table. I can practically feel the disappointment from across the room. Taytum likes arguing with me as much as I like arguing with her, but I’m about to put my best friend’s little sister in her place.

Despite growing up together and having an obvious soft spot for her, her little stunt tonight–both of them–is beyond enough to provoke me.

I let a few minutes of silence pass before I hear another sigh, and that’s when I quietly rise from the bed and stalk across the room.

“You think I can’t force you into talking?” I ask, staring down at her darkened form on the bed. She turns toward the wall and puts her back to me.

What a little brat. 

“I think I can hold out a lot longer than you think,” she whispers over her shoulder. “Don’t forget, I’ve lived with your tormenting antics for years.”

My lips curve as I walk right into the deep end. I rip the blanket from her legs and climb onto the bed.

“What are you doing, Ford?” The way my name falls from her lips is enticing. She can act annoyed, but I know, deep down, she isn’t.

“You’re right…” I slip an arm under her pillow while the other arm falls to the curve of her torso. “You have lived with my tormenting antics over the years…” I move my mouth to her ear and whisper, “But never like this.”

Touching her is euphoric. My heart swells, and my dick tingles when I pull her T-shirt up high enough to expose her hip. There’s a throb in my temple from clenching my jaw so hard, and I want to sink my teeth into her skin after I slip my fingers underneath the very top of her panties. God. I love the way she feels against my palm.

“Ford.” My name squeezes out in between her raspy, shallow breaths.

“Rethinking how long you can hold out until you agree to talk?” I tease.

She shakes her head quickly but pushes her ass against me. My eyes widen, and I drop my head to her shoulder to brace myself. I continue rubbing my finger against her skin until I feel goosebumps rise to her flesh, and then I push her a little further. I take my middle finger and swipe it just low enough to drive her wild. There’s heat pulsing from in between her legs, and it makes me feral.

I know how wrong this is, but I crave to know what she’s hiding between her legs. I want to feel her on my fingers and lick them clean so I can finally stop wondering how good she tastes.

Fuck. 

Taytum’s feverish breathing is the only sound I hear besides my racing heart. I inhale deeply, smelling her sweet shampoo, and attempt to hold myself back.

Don’t give in. 

I brush a finger over her clit, and she shivers. Something inside of me breaks when I pull back, and I almost bite my own tongue off.

“You think I’m going to give in that easily and touch you?” My words are strained, and that’s exactly how I feel on the inside. “I will tease you until you’re begging me to let you have that orgasm you’re desperate for…” Taytum flips to her back, but I’m quick to pull my hand out of her panties so I don’t accidentally slip a finger inside her.

What a grave mistake that would be.

“I don’t need you,” she snaps.

I act fast and quickly pull up on her panties. The rip of the lacy material echoes throughout the room, and she gasps. “Looks like you don’t need these panties, either.” I bundle the scrap of fabric in my hand and chuck them to the floor.

“Ford.”

My heart flatlines because my name is more of a moan coming from her mouth.

I might die if I don’t touch her.

But she’ll die if she doesn’t get her shit together and stop fucking with her insulin, which is why I refuse to let her win this little game.

“Hmm?” My finger trails down one thigh slowly and back up until I move to the other one. I brush her clit with my knuckle on the way, and she whimpers.

“Stop it.”

A chuckle leaves me. “Ready to talk about it?”

“No.” The moon has moved to the corner of the window, and if I wait just a couple more minutes, the glow will land right on her, and I’ll get the perfect view.

She’s playing dirty, though. Her sexy little whimpers and heavy breathing are highly addictive, but I’ve been keeping myself from her for years, so I know I can hold off until she breaks. I was born for this.

“Okay,” I whisper. “But just remember that you asked for it.” I remove my hand from her leg, brush over her clit once more for funsies, and grip her by the neck. I feel her throat bob beneath my palm, and when she turns her face to mine, I claim it.

The kiss is just as intense as it was the other night. Only, this time, I don’t hold back. I move my mouth against hers, and my tongue plunges inside further with each brush against hers. I’m blinded by how overwhelming it is to kiss her, and I wonder how I’ll ever be able to move on from it.

Taytum breaks away after I nip her lip. “Fi–fine.”

My world stops spinning. I blink a few times to ground myself. “What was that?”

“You win. I’ll talk…just put me out of my misery.”

Her shaky fingers land on my wrist, and she pulls it from the grip I have on her neck. I let her lead it over her soft skin to land between her legs.

I’m going to hell.

It’s hard to force the question out, because I’m afraid of her answer, but I do it anyway. “So, you do need me to get you off?”

I wait nervously for her answer, fully prepared for her to come to her senses and push me away, but instead, she nods. I shift in surprise, and the bright glow from the window shines along her face, showing me how desperate she is. Her long eyelashes flutter with a vulnerability that I rarely see, but doesn’t she know that I’d give her my life if she asked for it?

“I can’t do it.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Can’t do what?” I ask.

She glances away. “Every time I try to get off, I can’t finish, and it’s all your fault.” Her bottom lip juts forward. “You messed me up the other night, and now all I can think about is you.”

Ah, hell. 

“I really wish you wouldn’t have said that.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Why?”

“Because now I’m about to fucking devour you.”