Puck Pact: A Marriage of Convenience Hockey Romance (East Coast Series)

I pretended to fall asleep next to Alexander, and waited until I heard the sound of his steady breaths before I swiped my phone off the nightstand and crept into the bathroom.

There’s no way I can sleep knowing that there’s a video of Alexander jerking off floating around on the internet.

I don’t bother to turn on the light, not wanting to chance waking him up, and I type the name of Kourtney’s website into the browser. I click around, searching for what I’m looking for. As tempting as it is to click on my friends’ videos—if you tell me watching Jason, Celeste, and Kourtney have sex wouldn’t be the hottest thing you’ll ever see, you’re lying—I scroll past them. I also scroll past Cassidy’s blonde hair, which is equally as tempting to click on because I know she and Trenton are into some freaky shit.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

But there’s only one video I’m interested in, and I won’t stop until I find it.

Then I spot a familiar nipple ring.

I wouldn’t have recognized it had I not had the absolute pleasure of seeing Alexander without his shirt on. I tap on the thumbnail, and click the button on the side of my phone to make sure the volume is turned down low.

The video begins with him holding the camera out in front of him, from the neck down, cutting off just above the V-shape leading down to what I’m waiting to see. He reaches out to turn on the water overhead, revealing those veins along his forearm that I’ve dreamed about licking.

And then the camera tilts downward.

My mouth falls open.

Huge feet and muscular tree-trunk legs are there, I’m sure of it, as are perfectly sculpted abs. But all I can focus on is the hand as it wraps around his long, thick cock.

“Holy fucking shit,” I whisper, unable to contain my surprise.

I knew it’d be big. That’s a given with a man of his size—at least one would hope, for his sake. But expecting it doesn’t compare to seeing it.

It’s beautiful.

Absolutely perfect.

It should be a work of art in a museum—nothing like those unfortunate Italian Renaissance sculptures.

Alexander’s hand moves along his cock, slow at first, stroking it like he’s warming up. A low groan echoes over the sound of the water hitting the floor, and my pussy clenches. What I wouldn’t give to be the one eliciting his pleasure. He swirls his thumb over his crown and gives it a squeeze, the precum glistening in the dim light.

No one else would know it’s him, but I do, and that notion makes this even hotter, being the only person to know his scandalous secret.

His hand moves faster, and I’m completely mesmerized. The way his hips thrust into his touch; the way his forearm flexes with each pump; the deep timbre of his grunts. I watch with rapt attention, my thighs squeezing together to subdue the ache between them.

Alexander shifts the camera out to the side, angling it to provide a full view of his lower body. Water drips down his thighs as his balls slap against them. This man is well-groomed, with only a dusting of dark hair covering the base of his cock. I lick my lips, my mouth literally salivating as I imagine wrapping my tongue around him, attempting to swallow the length of him and undoubtedly choking on his size.

Wetness pools in my panties as I watch him make himself come. His jerks get rougher toward the end, his head swollen and ready for a release. He draws out a long moan right before he spills his load onto the wall.

Fuck, that was hot.

What was he thinking about when he came? What turns him on? What does he like?

I watch the video two more times, unable to put my phone down and get myself together. My heart races and my skin heats, knowing he’ll be touching himself under the same roof for the duration of our agreement.

Leaning against the sink counter, I replay the video and slip my hand inside my underwear. I’m so turned on, this won’t take long. A moan escapes me, and I bite my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut. Once I get my release, I can go to sleep, and Alexander will have no idea⁠—

The door bursts open.

And I’m caught with my hand literally in the cookie jar.

Those dark eyes of his take in the sight before him. He’s wearing nothing but tight black boxer briefs that hug his hips like a second skin. My gaze snags on the bulge between his legs, now knowing exactly what it looks like.

He says nothing, and I know I should come up with something, but he knows what I’m doing, and what I’m watching—who I’m watching.

I slip my hand out of my waistband, ignoring the wetness coating the tips of my fingers.

He arches a brow. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“You kind of killed the mood, Big Man.” I gesture to his dick. “You should be very proud, by the way. That thing is fucking magnificent.”

Nice, Aarya. Real smooth.

One corner of his mouth turns up the slightest bit.

I push past him and make my way back to the bed, but he scoops me up from behind and carries me the rest of the way.

He drops me onto my back, and his shoulders rise and fall with his breaths. “Why did you watch the video?”

“Because I was curious.” I shoot him a dubious look. “If I posted a video on a porn site, you mean to tell me you wouldn’t watch it?”

“You’d want me to watch, wouldn’t you?”

I tip my chin. “Yes.”

His large frame towers over me. “Then do it.”

“What?”

“Touch yourself, and let me watch.”

Heat spreads like wildfire over my skin. “Right now?”

He leans over me, grips my neck in that massive hand, and pulls my lips against his as he speaks. “Right fucking now.”

Then he claims my mouth in a searing kiss. He crawls on top of me, pressing his body against mine, wedging himself between my legs. I spread them wide to accommodate him, digging my heels against his ass and rolling my hips. With nothing but underwear between us, I can feel him, hard and thick.

Without warning and entirely too soon, he tears his mouth away from mine and pushes off the mattress. He drags the desk chair over to the foot of the bed, and then he yanks me by my ankles to the edge of the mattress before lowering himself into the chair like it’s a front row seat.

He palms himself over his boxers with those dark eyes locked on me. “Remove the shirt.”

My hands immediately go to the hem of the T-shirt. I should feel embarrassed or shy. I’ve never done anything like this in front of someone. But with Alexander watching me, telling me what he wants, I only feel bold.

Excited.

Obedient. That’s a new one for me.

I tug the cotton material up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. Alexander’s eyes drop to my chest, and his tongue skates out to wet his lips. What I wouldn’t give for him to put that tongue on me and relieve this ache himself. But that’s not the game we’re playing right now, and he’s in charge, so I wait for his next instructions.

“Touch those beautiful tits.” He tips his chin. “Show me how you like it.”

Arching my back, I cup my breasts and give them a squeeze before swirling my fingertips over my nipples—the entire time, my eyes locked on Alexander’s heated gaze.

He lets out a low, satisfied grumble, slipping his hand underneath the waistband of his boxers. “You’re beautiful.”

I let one of my hands travel farther down my body, skimming over the front of my lace thong. A small moan escapes me, my body so turned on under Alexander’s stare that I feel like a live wire ready to explode.

He fists his cock, giving it a few hard tugs. “That’s it, Aarya. Touch yourself. Let me see you make that pretty pussy feel good.”

I drag the material down my legs, and kick it off so I can spread myself wide for him.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Look at you.”

My middle finger dips into the wetness seeping out of me, and I slide it over my clit in slow circles. Completely bare and spread out on the bed for him, I get off on watching the crazed look in his eyes as he watches me, pumping his dick like he can’t help but touch himself to the sight of me.

“Alex,” I moan, rubbing myself for him. “Tell me what you were thinking about when you made that video.”

“You, Aarya. I was thinking about you.” He squeezes himself at the base as he locks eyes with me. “All of my thoughts are consumed by you.”

I moan again, working myself faster as I dip two fingers inside. “Fuck, Alex. I need you closer.”

With a growl, he grips my hips and yanks me closer to him. My ass teeters over the edge of the bed into his lap as he places my feet on his shoulders. I can feel his hand moving over his cock, just inches away from where I’m playing with myself. His free hand roams over my breasts, squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his fingers. We’re crossing lines, and I want to inch as close as he’ll allow me to go.

“Alex, please.” I arch into his touch, crying out and begging for more, for anything he’s willing to give me.

“God, I love the sound of you begging. What is it you want, spitfire? Tell me one thing you want right now, and I’ll give it to you.”

I know he doesn’t mean sex. We still have to keep his rules in place. Which is fine at the moment, because all I can think about is one singular thing after watching his erotic video.

“I want to watch you come.” I flick my eyes to his. “On me.”

I want to witness him unravel, and spill the evidence of his undoing onto me.

His head falls back as he lets out a loud groan. “You want me to come on you, baby?”

“Yes.” I rock my hips, lifting myself up to get closer to where he’s fucking his hand. “Please, Alex. Come all over me.”

His dark eyes watch my fingers as they move in and out of me, his lips parted, tongue snaking out to wet them like he’s dying for a taste.

I pull out my fingers and lift them to his mouth, seeing how far I can push him.

He grips my wrist and wraps his tongue around my fingers, sucking off my arousal with a long, satisfied moan. “So fucking delicious.” He hits me with a lust-filled gaze, hunger in his eyes, as if he wants to devour me.

I wish he would.

The muscles in his forearm flex as he pumps himself in harsh strokes, his hips jutting into me. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you.”

I match his pace with my fingers, bringing myself to the edge and waiting for him to break.

Then this steady, controlled man loses control. Deep, guttural sounds of pleasure rip through him as he comes, and he never breaks eye-contact, calling my name over and over again like a prayer.

His cum spills onto my stomach and my breasts, covering me in him. It’s sexy and dirty, and I’ve never been with anyone like this, but with him, I want it all.

My fingers slide through the moisture, swirling it over my skin before bringing it down to my clit. Alexander watches intently while I use his cum to get myself off, and within seconds, the mounting pleasure explodes between my thighs. I come harder than I’ve ever been able to make myself come before, the feeling amplified by his gaze. I call out for him, my body trembling as the waves roll over me.

We’re both out of breath, our bodies warm and sated for the moment. Neither of us speaks. I expect him to push me away, to try to put space between us. Instead, Alexander pulls me onto his lap and kisses me. It’s a mixture between a gentle press of his lips against mine, and deep, passionate strokes of his tongue, like he’s at war with himself, knowing he should end this, yet not wanting to stop.

His rational side wins, and he carries me into the shower. He’s quiet as he washes my body, taking his time until I’m clean. I’m turned on by the feel of his soapy hands roaming over my body, but I won’t dare cheapen this moment with lust. The way he handles me with care, the way he looks at me with such reverence, like I’m this special thing that needs to be protected. No one has ever treated me like this before, and I’m not ready to let go of it just yet.

I wash him the same, letting my gaze eat up every inch of him, letting my hands feast on his incredible body.

After the shower, we don’t bother to put our clothes back on as we crawl into bed and fall asleep wrapped around one another.

But in the morning when I wake, I’m alone in the bed.

Like I knew I would be.