Page 18 of One More Time

I leaned over him and nipped at his earlobe. “I only try to succeed, Hunter.” Hunter’s whimpers had me pulling my finger out, drizzling more lube over his hole to add in a third. I began flicking over his prostate, his words becoming more incoherent with every stroke of my finger. “Fuck me, Tyler. Please fuck me.”

I pulled my fingers out quickly and slicked up my cock, my hand pressing on his lower back. I loved those two puckered dimples just above his perfectly toned ass. I took each perfect cheek in my hands, giving them a squeeze as I parted them and aligned my dick with his entrance. I heard both Hunter and Kinsley’s bated breaths, waiting for the extra pounding from behind. I wiggled my hips, and met with resistance from Hunter’s hole. I kissed down his back, my hand moving to wrap around his throat.

“Please, Baby. I can’t take much more. Have me, take me.”

I didn’t need further invitation. This was what I wanted, everything I’d ever needed. Hunter Graves was the man I only ever dreamed of taking, I pushed through, pausing as I felt his muscles contract around me.

“Oh god. He’s so thick, Kins—thicker than me. So fucking perfect.”

Kinsley only groaned in response.

I began to move slowly, working him open inch by inch while he drove into Kinsley. She was a vocal girl, but I zoned into what I really wanted to hear, and that was Hunter’s deep undertones. He was coming apart. With each thrust he chanted my name like a prayer, cursing as my cock grazed that sweet spot over and over. Every part of me was alive, more alive than I’d felt in a long time.

Life had taken a toll on me, and responsibility had become the collar and lead guiding me away from everything I should have. However, at that moment, a shift occurred. I was caught in that exhilarating high, where the heart plunges into free fall during the suspended moment at the pinnacle of a swing’s arc. Unprepared for the impending descent, I clung to the experience, moving in and out of a man who had forever shattered the mold I once inhabited.

“God, Tyler, Tyler, Tyler.” He chanted my name in time with each thrust, my body moving the way it craved; erratically, with no rhyme or reason. He came with my name on his lips and as he convulsed around me, I did the same. Release thundered through me so fiercely that my vision whited out. I rested my head between his shoulder blades, wrapping my arms around his waist. I held tight, not ready to let him go.

My vision returned in spots as I came down from the high. I could’ve blamed it on the whiskey, you know, chalked it up to a wild night. But I knew deep down, that it wasn’t the liquid courage doing the talking. He was my whiskey. He was that smooth, warm sensation you get after a hard-fought game. Going down easy, leaving you with that lingering taste that makes you crave more.

It was like taking the ice. Like scoring a goal feeling the rush and wanting to stay in the game—even when you’re running on fumes. He was my power play, but I couldn’t let myself get caught up in the momentum. He left me hungry for more, a desire that echoed the adrenaline of an overtime goal.

But I had to play it smart, toe the line between the thrill of the game and the potential penalties. Just like in hockey, you can’t afford to lose control on the ice. Your emotions have to be in check. So, as tempting as it was to go for the hat trick, I had to remember the consequences and keep my focus on the bigger picture.

This was a one-and-done. I quickly squashed the feeling that threatened to surface. The same feelings I’d kept under wraps over the years. I pulled away and moved into the ensuite bathroom. I discarded the condom and cleaned myself up at the sink. I looked in the mirror, and the man before me was flushed, different. Forever changed. Sex had a way of doing that to someone. I swallowed past the lump in my throat, hating the tears that burned behind my eyes. I was a fucking soft cock, overwhelmed by having so many emotions rise as the high I was feeling hit an all-time low.

A protective embrace took me by surprise as arms wrapped around my waist. I could sense a chin resting on my shoulder, and as our eyes met in the reflection before us, a shiver ran down my spine. Golden eyes, intense and searching, locked onto mine. Panic surged within me, a desperate desire to escape.

The yearning to run intensified, an instinctual need to evade his gaze and conceal the emotions etched across my face. I hesitated, caught between the comfort of the embrace and the fear of exposing my secrets. In that fleeting moment, I grappled with the conflicting emotions.

“Stay, Ty. Don’t panic, don’t go.” His arms anchored me tight around my waist, his head buried in the crook of my neck. I didn’t know what was happening, and I didn’t want to look too deep into it. For him it was just sex, right? He liked multiples, a rotating mill of men and women.

And right then, I realized I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t be a notch in someone’s bedpost. I got why women hated it. I fucking hated it. This guy made me feel something… something real. Something I had never felt before. Nothing lit me up like he did.

“I shouldn’t. You said it was just one night, right?”

Hunter stood tall. I was waiting for him to rip the band-aid, for that cocky arrogant playboy to come out and play. But his arms moved from my waist, and I hated how cold I felt. I moved first, not wanting him to see the flash of pain in my eyes.

I was pathetic. Knowing the rules and limitations, I chose this—I wanted this. I wasn’t sure if it was his soft touch, the tender kisses, or the sound of him calling me baby, but I was unraveling fast.

I was gay, like only wanted to fuck a man gay. Maybe even be fucked by a man, gay. I wiped my face and gathered my clothes, pulling them on hastily. This was a mess—I was a complete utter mess.

Chapter ten

Hunter

Isaw the panic in his eyes. He was spiraling.

I didn’t even have time to recover from the best sex I’d ever had—and it had nothing to do with Kinsley. I felt guilty, but she took one look at me and knew that Tyler was the one I wanted sleeping in my bed tonight. I’d dabbled with my fair share of men and women, but none of them rattled my bones like Tyler Riley.

Kinsley left with a swift peck on my cheek, and her eyes told me the same thing I knew: Tyler was panicking. Which was confirmation enough that I was likely his first gay experience.

He also had zero interest in women. He hadn’t touched Kinsley, nor did his dick so much as twitch at the sight of her. But me? Oh was he ever attracted to me. I knew people found me attractive, but having his desire? God, I was drunk on that knowledge alone.

My mind kept going to his lips on my back, how he fucked me with such confidence while his hands were so tender. He showed me with his touch just how much he appreciated every part of my body. It was different to everyone else.

For the first time, I wanted more than just one night. Outside of Kinsley, I’d never had someone more than once. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to go into this without her in it, but I could see Tyler wasn’t completely into her being part of our sexual exchange. When I saw the look in his eyes in the bathroom, I could see the battle he was fighting. All I wanted to do was hold him together. I watched as he came to some conclusion in his mind.

I could see it then, the guy behind the blue-green eyes. He came here for the biggest opportunity in a lifetime: a way to prove himself. He wanted to show the world that a small-town Aussie boy could make it in the big leagues. If the last few weeks of being on the ice with him were any indication, I knew he could do it.

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