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My dick was rock hard, and as I swirled lube around it, I noticed Harp still looking at me. He smiled. “I love you, sweetheart. You won’t forget to use me? I missed it.”

We loved domination play, and now it had become part of how we made love. He’d always been able to take my breath away, but this—the raw need tempered with tender feelings—was proof of what we’d become. He trusted me enough to make me his living fantasy. He was certainly mine, and a sudden wave of emotion had me tearing up. “I love you too, my baby. I need to see you while we do this. Get on your back for me.”

He rolled over and smiled. “This is perfect. I need to see you, too.”

I spent a moment studying his shiny eyes and sweaty forehead. He was so gorgeous when he got worked up like this, and it was too special to miss. “Raise your legs.” Crawling between them I added, “Put them on my shoulders.”

He moaned when I placed the tip of my cock against his hole. “Fuck me hard, Luca.”

I pushed, and after a few seconds of resistance, slid partially inside. He gasped, then moaned as I slowly fed my dick into him. Overwhelmed by the snug heat, I couldn’t help squeezing my eyes shut for a second. When I opened them, his face was screwed up in pleasure. Bracing my elbows on either side of his torso, I kissed him while I pulled almost all the way out, then used a long, slow thrust to slide completely inside him again. He moaned into my mouth as I started fucking him.

Too excited to be gentle, I pushed up on my elbows and fucked him hard. His grunts became cries as I pounded him. The obscene collisions of our flesh sent heat racing through me, and my pleasure sharpened as he cursed and begged for more.

Raising one elbow from the bed, I slid two fingers into his mouth. The dirty, wet heat sent a spark of pleasure to my balls, and I shuddered when I dragged my fingertips against his tongue. “You’re mine,” I croaked. “I love you.”

His eyes fluttered as he groaned around my fingers. I owned him right then—mouth, body, and mind. But as much as he belonged to me, I was his. Pleasing him was theonlyimportant thing, and though the grip of his ass around my cock was incredible, I’d have pulled out and never fucked him again if ithad made him happy. Fortunately, that was the furthest thing from his mind.

I removed my fingers so I could brace my hand against the mattress while I slammed into him. Delirious with pleasure, he mumbled something I didn’t understand. The ripple of his muscles as he squirmed underneath me had me on a razor’s edge, desperate to come but wanting this to last forever. Even flushed, sweaty, and incoherent, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He was my Harp. When I thought I’d lost him, I realized he was everything I’d ever wanted.

He tried to meet my thrusts, but I was hammering him so fast he couldn’t move. We were all longing and lust, desire and fulfillment. The seductive slip and slide of our skin had me in a frenzy of need. My thrusts became one long movement—pull back, shift directions, and push into him again. Amid the insatiable lust, one clear thought rang above all others:I love this man, and he loves me.

I lost myself in the pleasure of being inside him. He was jerking off, and our increasingly frantic grunts and groans told me we were both close. His ass tightened, triggering an intense tickling sensation behind my dick.

“Coming,” I growled, slamming into him so hard we slid up the bed. A flare of pleasure mushroomed into a fierce cry as my orgasm tore through me. I shattered into pieces, shooting deep inside him.

“Shit!” He squeezed me with his powerful legs, shouting as a long stream of cum gushed out of his cock.

I collapsed on top of him, and we cried out as our orgasms became one. When the shooting stopped, we lay moaning into each other’s mouths. I was lost in wonder because of what we’d found. When I started going soft, I pulled out and rolled off him.

After a moment, he chuckled.

I ghosted a finger across his cheek. “What’s so funny?”

He shimmied close and played with my chest hair. “When you pulled out, I felt your cum leaking out of me. I need more.”

“Believe me, there’s an endless supply. Give me an hour, and I’ll give you more.”

“Fuck yes.”

As much as I didn’t want to move, we were a mess. “Be right back.”

He groaned in protest when I got out of bed. I got a washcloth and cleaned us up, then threw it on the floor and crawled back into bed. After a lazy kiss, we cuddled up for a nap. His warm breath on my chest made me smile because we were better than ever, and we were here to stay.

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luca

A Few Weeks Later

Warrior Arena thrummed with energy.The Bethesda Barracudas, fresh off another championship win, had flown into town for a game. Without my connection to the Warriors’ rising star, I couldn’t have gotten a ticket. Excitement coursed through me as I took my seat. This wasn’t just any game; it was Harp leading his new team against his old one. Although I hadn’t told him, I’d done some internet research on hockey. I went to a lot of games in college, but since Harp was one of his team’s lead players, I needed to become an expert.

He’d arranged for us to go out with several of the Cudas after the game. Eager to make him proud in front of his buddies, I was a little nervous. After the hard time Harp and I had, I needed to show them I was a standup guy who was worthy of being their old teammate’s boyfriend.

I’d attended the Warriors’ first game a week earlier, when they defeated Pittsburgh. Watching Harp glide across the ice, scoring one of the Warriors’ goals, was an experience I’d never forget. A couple of days later, they’d gone on a road trip withmixed results—a victory in Toronto followed by an overtime loss in Montreal.

He’d gotten home at one in the morning, and our reunion was intense. I fucked him twice, and having the big hockey star at my mercy, begging for it when I allowed him to speak, sent fire through the roof. Today, I woke him from his pregame nap with a blow job that still had him smiling when he left for the arena. Of the twenty thousand people at the game, I was the only one who knew Harper had a fresh hickey on the inside of one of his thighs. Or that Thursday night, he’d been spanked like a very bad boy for getting home so late.

The national anthem brought me out of my sex reverie, and I shifted gears so I could focus on the game. Since my seat was only a few rows above the home bench, it was sure to be a lot of fun.

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