Page 131 of Ice Dance Hockey

A blissful heat builds at the base of my spine and in my heavy balls. An orgasm rips through me, and my scream echoes through the room, pleasure shudders into all my nerve endings as ropes of cum pour over Rhett’s stroking hand.

He releases my cock, gripping under my thigh again, speeding up the cadence of his hammering cock. Theslap, slap, slapof skin against skin sings out, and I squeeze my swollen ring of muscle around him.

“You feel so good, Lo. So tight and all fucking mine.”

I beg brokenly for him to fuck me harder, harder,harder. I want to see him come apart. I want to see him unhinged. His mouth falls open, his cock pulses inside me, and Rhett groans out a long orgasm.

He pants heavily, and his forehead seeks mine. We breathe in sync until our lungs catch up with our racing hearts. We’re both top-tier athletes, so that says something. He moves to pull away.

“No.”

He smiles, kissing my forehead. “Needy, are we?”

“Yes. Is that going to be a problem?” My lip trembles because I thought he understood. Maybe I?—

He rubs the worry from my lips with his thumb. “Problem? No. That makes you Goddamn perfect, Logan. I just wanted to make sure I was reading that exactly right so that I could respond accordingly.”

Rhett wraps his large body around me, becoming a barnacle, latching onto every part of me. The very core of my soul relaxes and finally,finally, I’m at peace.

* * *

That was epic. He might have ruined me for everyone else, but no way I’m telling him that.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for the little spoon after sex, Rhett.”

He’s curled around me with his head resting on my chest. “I’m recovering. I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in a long time. You doubted me,” he accuses.

“I doubted myself,” I admit.

“Then you doubted us—we’re one, baby.”

“You’re right,” I say to his surprise and mine. “But never again.”

“See? I have a magic dick and it solves all problems.”

I whack him. “Your dick was the problem, asshole.”

His dick wasn’t the hero, though, maybe his dick could be counted as a sidekick in this case. It was yet another unrelenting show of his confidence. It was the knack he seems to have for dealing with my special brand of anxiety. That’s the part of me that’ll follow him around like a lost puppy.

His lips smile against my torso. He knows and he’s proud of himself. “So, did I get MVP?”

“Is that a hockey thing? Because so help me, Rhett?—”

“Of course, it is. I’m giving myself MVP since I’ve rendered you speechless.”

“I’m not speechless?—”

He attacks, pinning my arms above my head, straddling me and kissing my neck. “Tell me I’m MVP.”

“No!” I laugh and attempt to squirm free as useless as it is. Then he resorts to tickling. “Fuck off. Rhett. Rhett! When I escape, you’re a dead man.”

But he’s laughing and I’m still laughing. “Say it. Three little letters and you’re free to go.”

“Fine, okay! You’re MVP, jackass.”

He kisses my forehead. “Thank you, darling dear.”

“MVP of assholes.”

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