Page 106 of Ice Dance Hockey

“Asshole. You know how gorgeous you are.” He just did a shoot with GQ for sexiest man of the year.

He smirks. “Where are they?”

I pull the paper bag from my jacket and dump the contents on the bed. “Hmmm … Silicone. Good. We’ll use these two. Get comfortable while I wash them.”

“Starting to feel like I’m in a doctor’s office, Rhett.” And not a fun kink one like in the porn I’ve watched.

“Take your fucking clothes off while I prepare these to shove up your ass. Better?”

I shiver. “That’ll do.”

As comfort slides back into my body, I shed my jacket, boots, and socks. I open my jeans, but I don’t take them off and that’s how he finds me when he returns with the small and medium dildos of the selection. They’re both purple. I don’t even wanna know what drove that choice, but it might have been entertaining to see Jack and Casey loose in the sex shop. He tosses them on the bed and then lays on his side next to me.

“I’m not going to fuck you. Not even going to try.”

More relief floods me. And yeah, he sucked my brains out through my dick in a locker room, but this feels different. A new level. Not that I thought he’d ever try to coax me into anything I don’t want, I was the one trying to coax him last time, but knowing it’s off the table takes the pressure off.

“We’re just going to fool around. I’m going to make you hot and show you how good your prostate feels.” His fingers trail over my torso and to the waistband of my jeans.

I nod to let him know those can go. My dick takes the wheel. What the fuck was I worried about? With desire taking hold, I want him. He tugs my jeans off, one leg at a time and pulls my T-shirt over my head. I want us to be even, so I tell him by pulling at the waistband of his board shorts—off. He rips them off along with his boxers, in one smooth move, and the hog in question bounces out. It’s bigger than I remember it. My hand wanders without my permission toward it, and I trail my fingers over the silky skin.

“All yours, darling dear.”

It looks bigger still in my small hand. I stroke it a few times, relishing in his reactions. A restrained hiss. A pained whimper.

“I can take this,” I inform him. “I’m not made of glass.”

“Never thought that for a second. I’ve seen you fall on the ice.” His eyes darken. He doesn’t like watching me fall.

Stiffening my upper lip, I move closer, shimmying out of my boxers so that our dicks can touch.

“Let me.” He assists, and I bend my legs until he’s unhooking my boxers from my toes and tossing them to the floor. His meaty paw is gentle when it toys with my cock and it’s my turn to hold back a cry.

Fuck. What the fuck was I worried about? Playing with each other’s dicks is awesome and Rhett is the epitome of safety. Bet he could crush a guy’s skull with his bare hands. Slinging my bare leg over his, I attach his lips to mine and the silk of my cock rides against his. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue inside.

We suck face like that for a long while as our hands roam. His head up my chest to rub my nipples and mine love his ass so much I grab and squeeze the hard mounds that have just the right amount of softness. I’m more cut than he is since I’ve stuck to my diet during the off-season, and he hasn’t. He’s still got a clear eighteen-pack. I kind of like him this way, but I know it’ll be hard to keep any fat on him once he’s back to work.

His fingers find my hole and hang out there for a minute. I want them in me, so I hump against him, sliding my cock up his stomach and finding my stride with this sex thing. Blood fills out my cock until the skin’s pulled painfully taut. The familiar tingling ache builds in my balls.

“Feel good?”

“Yeah. This is … fuck, this is good, Rhett. I want more.”

“Pass me the lube.”

Without taking my lips too far from his mouth, I blindly reach behind me to the bedside table. Like the hockey gorilla he is, he drenches my dick with the slippery stuff, some of the roughness that I know is there showing through. I appreciate how gentle he’s making himself be for me, but he’s not a gentle lover. I know that without having experienced it.

“Lie back,” he says, gripping the smaller dildo. “Spread nice and wide for me.”

This is where the doubt creeps in again. I stare up at him. He’s toying with my entrance, slathering it with lube. “What are you doing with me, Rhett? You must hate this beginner-level shit.”

A bright paw-print of pain blooms across my ass, my cheeks clench. “None of that,” he says.

I smile, remembering what I told him I wanted him to do. He kept his promise.

“First of all, I love giving you an experience, and that’s what I’m doing. I fucking love the fact that no one else has had you. That means you’re just mine.” He fucks the purple dildo along my wet crease, greasing it up. “Second, enjoy this bit of worship, darling dear. When you’re all worked in, I’m going to mark my territory. I’m going to fuck you into the sheets. I’m going to enjoy every whimper and lick your salty tears because, Lo? We’re the same and I know it. You’ve got that thread of darkness like I do. So, beginner-level shit? That’s only for a short time. You’re going to bloom into something as savage and as resilient as you are on the ice, right here inmybed. More than worth waiting for.”

Shit. “Yeah. Yes.”

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