Page 120 of The Goalie in Room 1

The door shut behind me, and panic set in.

What the fuck did I do?

I just kissed him. Then I fired⁠—

The door opened behind me.

“Strip,” Thad said.

A smile stretched my face before the shock of his words set in. “Thank fucking God.”

“I’m not joking, Cash. Get naked. I’ve wanted you too much and held myself back for too long to wait.”

“I don’t want you to wait. I want you to fuck me. Use me as you please.”

“This is the stupidest idea, and I’m a shitty Dom for not having this conversation yet, but…”

“No buts. Unless it’s mine and you’re in it. I know and use the stoplights,” I said, pulling at my clothes until they flew from my body.

He slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, peeling it from his big, broad shoulders. The doc was a big man. A big, beautiful man with a body professional athletes would kill for. When he had the time to maintain the six-pack and those…fuck me…those tits of his, I’d never know, but it was his long, sculpted arms that captivated me.

When I stood before him completely bare, he walked forward, his dress pants still belted in place. I lifted one hand to his chest, letting my fingers trace over his pecs while my other hand gripped his belt.

“I’m not sure if you remember how this works, Daddy, but it typically needs two people to be naked.”

“Do you know what hearing you call me that does to me, boy?”

“I’m hoping it makes you want to pin me to the bed and fuck me until I’m a crying, screaming mess.”

“That and so much more,” he said, shoving me backward until I fell to the bed with a bounce.

He fell to his knees. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“And horny, Doc. Don’t forget horny.”

He chuckled. His tongue licked a swipe up the underside of my dick. “Oh, I can see how horny you are. I’m going to take care of you. I promise.”

He swallowed me whole, sucking hard. His hot, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, moving up and down my shaft while he played with my balls and tickled my hole. My hands came up to his head, but he grabbed them, pressing them against the bed.

His mouth popped off my dick, and he growled, “No touching. You put the puck on my stick and asked me what I was going to do. The answer is make you mine, which means what I say goes.”

Holy shit, that bossy, Dr. Vale-knows-what’s-best tone did things to me. Precum bubbled from my dick, rolling over the head. He held my eyes as he licked and sucked the tip like a damn straw.

Each suck timed perfectly with the throbbing in my groin. Every time he got me close, he pulled off and rolled me to lick and nip at my hole. Time fell away. The man was everywhere, leaving me bathed in sensation and Thad as he bounced back and forth between sucking my cock and eating my ass.

“You got lube?” he asked, his fingers replacing his tongue while he kissed and bit my ass.

“The drawer,” I gasped. “Condoms too.” I crawled backward toward the headboard, careful of my knee.

“Good boy. Get them. As much as I’d like to see if you come harder from me sucking your dick or eating your ass, Daddy needs in your ass.”

My dick pulsed and throbbed. Cum spurted from my tip, and I groaned. Mortified that the nearly year and a half since I’d had sex with someone other than my hand had ruined⁠—

He chuckled darkly, his eyes locked on my dick. “Cute trick. Now, let’s see if I can force you to come again,” he said, unbuckling his belt and removing his pants. The hard line of his cock pressed against his underwear.

“Did the orgasm scramble your brains?” he asked.

“I can’t believe I did that,” I said, covering the heat in my face with my hands.