The Puck Secret (Fairfield U Book 1)

The whiskey bottle in my hand does nothing to improve my mood, and I have been drinking from it for almost two hours. I am more than half buzzed, and all I can see is my father’s smug fucking face as he lectured me about fighting during a game. I don’t know what’s worse, that he actually thought he had the right to, or that his words affected me this much. I don’t know why I let him get to me, and I wish I had never even called him, but I don’t have another choice.

I didn’t bring up my mother tonight, and he didn’t bother to ask how she was, he just jumped straight into the only thing that connects us, hockey. He watched my whole game with a couple of his buddies, no doubt bragging about the talent of his only son following in his footsteps. Then I was forced to listen to how he would have done it, and the things I apparently need to work on. It’s clear the man doesn’t know one thing about being a father, yet he rounded up the night by inviting me to a family dinner with his wife, so I guess I get the joy of enduring some more of his attention soon.

When I take another sip and it does nothing to dull the anger inside of me, I get off the bed and discard it on my dresser. I think about heading down to the party currently going on and losing myself in the music and people, but that will probably make me feel even worse. The last thing I need right now is another night of empty partying. Plus I changed into shorts and a tank top as soon as I got into my room, and I have no desire to get dressed and indulge people.

As if that thought conjures someone, my door rattles like someone is trying to get in and I scowl. Most people at these parties know that my room is off limits unless I have invited them in, so who the fuck is trying to get in my door? I storm towards it, unlocking it, and throwing it open to find a pair of eyes staring up at me in drunken confusion.

“I’m getting really sick of opening doors and finding you on the other side of them, Princess,” I sigh, rubbing my hand down my jaw in exhaustion.

Maddie Peters stares up at me with her head cocked to the side like she is assessing me. “Oh, it’s you.” Her stare looks back down the hallway as if she wasn’t expecting to find me, which is dumb considering she is the one knocking on my bedroom door.

I open my mouth to ask her what the hell she is doing, but she beats me to it. “Oh, fuck it.” She throws herself towards me, pushing us both back into my room until she can shut the door behind us and lean against it.

Again I try to speak, but she holds her hand up and silences me. “Just be quiet for a second.”

Her stare travels up and down the length of my body while she quietly inspects me, and I can’t do anything but return the favor. I can tell from the glazed look in her eyes, that aren’t lined in anger for a change, that she is a little drunk. Her hair is messy as if she has been running her hands through it, and she is wearing tight fitted pants that mold to her curves, and a corset-type looking top thing that pushes her tits together in a glorious way.

These are things I definitely should not be focused on, and instead I try to focus on the crazy girl who has barged in my room. “Did you just come here to glare at me?” I ask, completely bewildered by her presence in my room, and I’ve had a lot of fucking girls in here. None of them that I hate the way I do her.

Every other time I always knew what they were here for, but this is not one of those times. Maddie continues to stare at me, chewing her bottom lip as if she is at war with herself, before she finally straightens her shoulders and announces, “No, I came here to suck your dick.”

I almost choke on my tongue as her words roll over me, and worse, she is already reaching for my shorts. I’ve had plenty of girls throw themselves at me before, but they are the last words I ever expected to come out of her mouth. She drops to her knees, grabbing at me again until I manage to grip her hands between mine and hold them against me.

My hold on her makes her freeze, as she looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “What’s the matter, Darkmore, not in the mood to play with me?” Her tone is light and teasing, and nothing like the way she usually speaks to me, but given how I normally speak to her, who can blame her.

Her palm flattens against my stomach as she challenges me with her stare, and it’s something in that stare that has me asking, “I can’t play if I don’t know the rules.” I don’t even know why I say that, but I am intoxicated by the sight of her sitting at my feet begging to taste me. If only her father and brother could see her now.

She smiles as she drags her hand slowly down towards my shaft, teasing me above the fabric of my shorts as she purrs, “The rules are simple, there are none.” She finds my cock that is standing at half mast and squeezes it gently, coaxing him to life as she takes in my expression. “What? Are you saying you don’t want this? That you don’t want to punish my mouth, not even a little bit?”

Punish her mouth, fuck, I want to punish a lot more than that. The thought burns through me like fire as I think about her, and her family, and suddenly the thought of silencing her with my cock sounds like a dream come true. I slide my grip from where it still holds her hand, so it moves up her arm towards her neck, pushing it through her hair and gripping it until I can tilt her head back. She smiles beneath my rough touch, and I can feel my cock aching to come out and play.

“No rules,” I repeat, not really looking for an answer as I use my free hand to push down my shorts to free my cock. “Then you better open your mouth and suck, Princess.”

I’m surprised by how quick she is to follow my demands, as her mouth drops open. I’m even more surprised at how fast she leans forward and sucks me between her lips. I hiss as her mouth closes around my crown, and my fingers flex involuntarily as my length thickens against her tongue. Fuck her mouth feels like heaven, all warm, wet, and inviting, and all I want to do is plunge my cock deep down her throat.

She pulls back, letting her tongue dart out and tease my tip, as it flicks across my head in feather light licks that do nothing but enrage me. I grip her hair harder in my hands in warning, but she doesn’t stop, just keeps flicking little teasing licks across my crown, as she stares up at me with an amused, aroused grin on her face. She’s enjoying this, the thought is thrilling and taunting, and I’m about to make sure she never forgets coming here to beg me.

I use my hold on her to rip her head backwards and enjoy the pained gasp that slips from her throat as I demand, “Quit playing with me and suck my cock like a good little slut.” I shove my dick past her lips before she can even respond, and the feel of her teeth scraping against my shaft, and her tongue flattening against my underside, have my balls drawing up in response.

My thrusts are slow at first, gentle, as I savor the feeling of her warm, wet mouth around me, and fuck does it feel good, but it isn’t enough. Not after the shit night I had at the game and with my father. As if reading my mind, she pulls back and swirls her tongue around my head once more, before widening her mouth and stretching it around my length to push me to the back of her throat.

I have to bite back the groan that crawls up my own, as her eyes lock with mine and I praise her, “Fuck you look good with my cock in your mouth, Princess.” Her head bobs back and forth greedily, her eyes never leaving mine until I can’t take another second.

Slowly I roll my hips, thrusting harder into her mouth, and god do I need to fuck it. Most girls can’t handle it, but when I snap my hips a little rougher, Maddie moans around my cock in response. Damn, who knew daddy’s little princess would like it rough. I bring my other hand up to push through her hair, reaching for the back of her head to angle myself deeper. Yet before I can even get there, her hands reach up and grab onto my hips, pulling my cock further into her mouth.

I hit the back of her throat and another moan slips from her lips, and I swear I almost die and go straight to heaven, or in her case, hell. Her tongue caresses my shaft, as she pulls all the way back and swirls it around my tip, while she brings her hand up to fist my base. She works them both in tandem, touching me, tasting me, taunting me. Jerking me until I can feel myself hurtling towards my release quicker than ever before.

“Maddie,” I plead her name, and she rewards me by closing her mouth around me once more and sucking hard. Fuck this girl is going to be the death of me, which makes a nice change from me wanting to kill her.

I slump forward, pressing the palms of my hands against the back of the door, and start fucking her mouth rough and hard, exactly as I need, and she takes every single slam of my hips with ease and silently begs for more.

“Fuck yes, Princess, just like that, your throat feels fucking perfect.” Groaning, I praise her, watching as her head bobs back and forth on my cock as she swallows me deep, and when I hit the back of her throat and she tightens, I am fucking gone.

My release bursts from me with a pleasured groan, as I shoot my cum down the back of her throat, my hand moving back down to clutch her hair as she swallows me down without pause, accepting my cum greedily. Before I can even catch my breath, she pushes me away from her and rises to her feet. She looks aroused, and admittedly a little horrified, but my gaze snags on her tongue as it dips out and licks up an escaped drop of my cum from her lip.

The sight is fucking maddening, as I think about dragging her towards me and tasting my release right from her mouth, and then tossing her on my bed and putting her in every position I can fucking think of. I take a step forward, about to do just that when she darts away.

“Okay, well thanks,” she mumbles, turning to rip the door open to leave, and I snap back into action.

Thanks? She is thanking me for sucking my dick. Confusion plagues me as I reach out and grab her by the arm and pull her back into me. She gasps, her skin coming alive with goosebumps where we connect, but I keep my sole focus on her eyes as I ask, “What the hell was that?”

The usual look of disdain I am more acquainted with returns to her face, as she rips her arm from beneath my touch. “That was a fuck you,” she declares, fire burning in her stare, and I can’t help but smile.

“It certainly didn’t feel like that, Princess.” I don’t want to tell her how it felt. How fucking good her mouth was wrapped around my dick, and how the image of her on her knees for me will be burned into my brain for eternity.

As if she can read every thought running through my mind she smirks. “Who said it was for you.” She turns, whipping her hair into my face as she storms away from me, and all I can do is stare after her, with my dick wondering if she is ever coming back.

When I turn back towards my door, I find my best friend watching me with a smug smile. “Oh you do like to play with fire, Darkmore,” Archer teases with a shake of his head.

I open my mouth to tell him it’s not what it looks like, or to explain, but I come up empty on both accounts, and instead go for giving him the finger as I storm back into my room and slam the door. My heart is still racing from the high the devil’s daughter just delivered, and I scrape my hands through my hair as I try to catch my breath.

What the fuck just happened? And why do I want it to happen again?