Page 7 of The Penalty

“Because you didn’t have a comeback, duh.” The doors slide open on the bottom floor and when he doesn’t move, I grab his hand and pull him behind me. His hand feels too good in mine.

Shit, fuck.

“Cuddle snakes.”

“Cuddle snakes?” Rhys asks.

Uh oh. Did I say that out loud? I stare at him, stopping in the little courtyard that serves as the entrance to the building. It’s late and the trees give lots of places for the shadows to linger.

“What the hell is a cuddle snake?” he asks when I don’t answer.

I don’t know what comes over me, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s because I’ve wanted to kiss him for so long. I shove Rhys into a corner, crowding into his space.

“It’s a trouser snake that needs some love. A cuddle. In a warm mouth hole.” I’m trembling with arousal and nerves and the need to touch him. I’m too close to him. Breathing his air. My skin is too tight, my heart too loud.

Any second now, he’s going to shove me away and punch me.

Any.

Second.

Now.

His eyes drop to my mouth, and I don’t think, just press my lips to his. He arches his back, pressing his hips into me, and gasps into the kiss. I cup the back of his neck, deepening the contact I never thought I would have. He grabs my ass, flipping us around pinning me into the wall.

I was half hard before but now I’m full on.

He grinds his also very hard dick against mine.

Good fucking shit that feels amazing.

I groan and relax into the touch, letting him take what he wants from me. I’m not much bigger than him and I know there’s an aggressive streak. I’ve seen it on the ice and I want it to come out to play. Everything in me likes the idea of him taking his pleasure from me, in whatever way he wants.

Rhys pulls me off the wall, and for a second I’m worried he’s angry, but he drags me further into the alley and my bare back hits the rough brick, and a wicked grin takes over his face.

Fuck, that’s hot and slightly terrifying. He shoves his hand into my shorts and wraps a big hand around me. My hips thrust forward on instinct.

I can’t withhold the whimper when he strokes me.

He speaks against my mouth. “Do you know how to actually use this thing, or do you just shove it in and hope for the best?”

He wants to chat?

Seriously?

“No talking.” I’m shaking my head and watching his eyes as he works me over. Not being able to see him clearly is a huge turn on and it’s been so long since someone touched me, I’m going to embarrass myself.

I grab for him, clutching his arms in a death grip, and fuck my tongue between his lips. He groans, a feral sound that invades my lungs. That sound is going to haunt me.

“Touch me.” The demand in his tone is sexy as hell and I waste no time opening his pants to release his cock.

I stroke his glorious flesh and damn near drop to my knees to worship it.

A God indeed.

He’s hot and thick in my hand, so thick that I can barely close my fingers. I want to run my tongue under it to taste his head. My mouth waters at the thought.

“You’re breathing hard, Teddy. What’s got you so worked up?”

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