Page 20 of One More Time

I wanted to take this slow. I shouldn’t have rushed it before seeing his reaction after was proof of that. I was chasing my own pleasure and somewhere along the line, I decided that I wanted it to be different with him. I wasn’t sure what it was, but he was just different, and my usual way of doing things wasn’t going to fly with this guy.

I feathered my lips over his, and he arched into my touch. His tongue prodded at my lips, begging for entry. My jaw fell open in invitation. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, taking my time and mapping out every available space. For the first time, fear of the morning after made my heart race.

Tyler must have read my thoughts because his hands cupped my cheeks and his tongue danced with mine, short-circuiting the worry cycle I was about to fall into. A noise left my lips, haunted by what hold he had over me. With one hand I fumbled for the lube, locating the bottle and clumsily flicking the lid open before I slicked up my fingers. I slowly stretched him to get him ready for me, loving the way he writhed against me, how his whispered cries called for me, and only me.

“Please, Hunter, I want you, need you, please.” I kissed the pleas from his lips.

“Did you have another condom in your wallet?” I remember how hard he insisted on using his own, and I was gifted with a look of appreciation. Tyler nodded; eyes sparkling.

I moved quickly, hating the way the cold air stung my skin. I craved his presence again. I got out his wallet, finding the condom swiftly, and returned to the bed.

“Did you want to do the honors?”

Tyler bit his lip, and I quickly learned that it was his way of holding in his feelings. I really wanted to be someone he could voice those thoughts to.

But something told me, I wouldn’t get that. I’ve only got this one night. After that, it’s back to being his teammate.

Tyler snatched the condom, ripping open the foil and rolling it on me with care. He then grabbed the lube and slicked up my shaft. Silently, I lined myself up with his hole, the air sizzling with anticipation. I pressed in and heard his initial hiss as I breached the first ring of muscle.

I leaned down. “Relax baby. Let me make this good for you.” I kissed him and reached for his dick. I stroked it slowly, getting him to relax and let me in. With each inch I gained his cock pulsed in my hand. We both spit out a curse as I bottomed out. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing to keep from blowing my load too soon. Only Tyler Riley would have me coming like it was my first time.

“Move, Hunt. please.” His words made me groan. And the lust in his eyes had me losing my breath. I’d been looked at many ways over the years, but nothing topped the way he looked at me in that moment. I gave him one experimental thrust, getting the feel for him. It was like I was feeling everything for the first time again. I felt his every pulse, every reaction to my movements. His body surged when I hit that spot, and I felt his toes curl.

I was going to make this man fall apart.

And fuck, did my baby fall apart.

He threw his head back on the pillow, mouth open as he tried to regulate his breathing. His body shuddered. I leaned down, needing to feel his lips. When our lips met, instead of the hungry, frenzied kisses I was used to, our mouths met in a soft, sweet dance.

He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me closer as he began to move with me. Our bodies moved in sync, each of us chasing our release. Our lips explored, only briefly separating to meet each other’s eyes. His was… perfect. It was the only word that came to me. The slight part of those full lips had me wanting to kiss him and never stop. The flush to his cheeks made my heart stutter. My hand swept his hair back, kissing down his square jaw and his neck where I sucked a kiss to his Adam’s apple. It bobbed under my touch, drawing a whimper from him.

I’d fucked men before, but this is completely different. This was not fucking. I was lost in him, entranced in his smell. So rich and earthy, with a hint of peppermint that I couldn’t place. His body quaked as if my gaze alone made him feverish.

The way our bodies moved reminded me of how we were on the ice: our skates moving in time, knowing where the other one is without having to look, moving towards our goal together.

Just like that, I felt his cock swell and jerk, spilling over our chests. His body clenched around me, milking out my own release. My ears were ringing, but I knew we were cursing each other’s names. Maybe it’s because we knew this was different. Something more than just a one-night stand. It was to me at least. And fuck if it didn’t leave me confused. I couldn’t even begin to process it in my own head. And when I looked down at him, I could see the question in his eyes.

“Is it always like this?”

“No, baby. This is something different,” I panted between shaky breaths. He nodded but didn’t say a thing, didn’t let me into his thoughts. I leaned my forehead against his, like a pathetic loser hoping those thoughts would breach the barrier.

“Will you stay?” I whispered against his lips. It was a sentence I never anticipated uttering to anyone else. It came out more like a plea, my brain realizing that the moment he was gone, I would be left questioning everything. In that moment, my own voice felt unfamiliar to me. He nodded, almost as if saying no was impossible. I planted a kiss on his nose and reluctantly pulled away, catching his hiss as I pulled out. “You alright?” I asked, my concern lingering in the air.

“Yeah, Hunt, I’m good.” His smile revealed one lone dimple carved into his cheek.

I bit my lip to refrain from licking that little dip. I needed to hold back some of this vulnerability he was causing me to display.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, then returned with a warm cloth for him. His eyes tracked my movements lazily as I wiped his chest clean. I threw the cloth in the hamper across the room and slid between the sheets. Tyler surprised me by rolling over so we were eye-to-eye, and then his lips grazed mine. “Thank you.”

Before I could think to reply, he found his way under my chin and rested his head on my chest. I worried he might hear how loud my heart was beating. I counted his breaths as they slowly evened out. My lips found his hair, my fingers stroking between the soft strands. I don’t know when I dozed off, but I shouldn’t have been surprised that like everything I did with Tyler Riley, it was a perfect sleep.

The cold sheets the next morning were like a torment I knew all too well.

Nothing perfect lasted.

“He isn’t here,” Colton’s voice stopped me from scanning the open living area of the hockey house.

“No shit,” I groused, joining him in the kitchen to help myself to some coffee.

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