Page 108 of Trade Deadline

Every time I go to move my hands on instinct, wanting to touch him or help him, he glares at me.

“No touching,” he says sternly. “I’ll tell you when you can touch.”

A devilish grin spreads across my face. “Fuck, you could make me come with just this bossy bottom attitude of yours.”

He winks, then his head tilts back as pleasure takes over.

“That’s it, baby, open yourself up so I can fill you with my cock.”

Alex lifts himself on his knees and takes my shaft in his hand, lining himself up before sinking down on me, taking me to the hilt.

When I’m fully inside him, he whispers against my lips, “Now you can touch.”

And there’s no need to tell me twice.

I grip his hips and thrust up into him, swallowing his moans with my mouth. The silence of the room is filled with heavy breaths, soft moans and the sound of him riding my dick. My mind travels back to our first date, when I teasingly asked what his favorite sex position was.

“I want you to cover my abs with your come,” I demand, “and I’m gonna fill you with mine.”

Alex looks down at me, his eyes heavy with need, his cheeks flush with desire as he nods.

His movements start to falter when I angle my hips. I know I hit the spot when I see his cock leave a trail of precome against my abs.

“Blaine.” Alex’s head lolls back between his shoulders.

His fingers dig into my pecs as his release hits. Spurt after spurt of come hits my abs, my chest, even my neck. My name is an erotic moan, and the sight of his blissed-out state is all I need to give in to the ache in my tight balls and the tingling at the base of my spine.

I let go with his name on my lips, and I come inside of my man, marking him as mine, falling into a vortex of pleasure as my body shakes.

“Fuck,” I pant as Alex collapses against me, hiding his head in the crook of my neck.

My cock softens inside of him, and I wrap my arms tightly around him as he gets post-release shakes.

“I love you,” I say into his soft hair.

He lifts his head, and those eyes lock with mine. “I love you, too.”

I feel like I’m king of the fucking world when I’m gifted one of his beautiful smiles, and when he kisses me, my heart feels complete.

Thirty-Four

Alex

The belljingles above the door as it opens, bringing in a draft of frigid cold air and a blond lady wrapped up in a bright pink coat.

“Gosh, it’s cold out there,” she says with a small chuckle, rubbing her hands together.

When she turns around, I recognize her from the Thunder games—their PR manager, Colleen.

As she stands in front of the counter, her bright eyes sparkle along with her smile. She holds out her hand. “I’m Colleen Chambers; I work for the Chicago Thunder hockey team. I know we’ve met before, but I don’t think I properly introduced myself.”

I shake her hand but struggle to refrain from frowning.

Is Blaine in trouble? Is she here to tell me to stay away from him? She must notice my brain going into overdrive and pulls me out of my misery spiral.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here for Blaine or anything negative.”

A relieved breath escapes me. Well, thank goodness for that.

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