Page 26 of Dice & Dekes

Nooooo.I pull my pillow from beneath my head and press it over my face. If I’m lucky, it’ll block the sound of my brother and his fiancée banging it out, though I would accept being smothered as a suitable alternative.

I mean… couldn’t they have refrained for one fucking night? But then I remember that hockey players have all that adrenaline swimming around on game nights, and one of the best ways to get rid of it is…

Through the pillow, I hear Sofia whine, “Daddy, I’ve been naughty…” There’s a sharp slap and a gasp.

Nope. No way. Absolutely not.I toss my pillow aside and roll out of bed. I would rather sleep in the wreckage of my demolished poolhouse than learn the intricacies of my brother’s sex life. I have no choice but to turn to my last resort. After all, Viktordidoffer to let me crash at his place.

For once, the company of Viktor Abbott is the lesser of two evils.

Chapter Six

Viktor

When I can’t sleep, there’s one sure-fire way to relax and quiet my thoughts: masturbation. Especially on game nights. And despite our win, between Frances Scott Key rolling over in his grave and Knova almost burning down the house—wasn’t that a song from decades ago? God, I hope I never hear Knova singing it—my adrenaline is at an all-time high. Polishing the banister is a cure-all that never fails.

Some nights, I seek out porn to aid the endeavor. Others—and I would literally eat Tide Pods before I would admit this to my teammates—I turn to AO3. There’s this one insanely longThe WitcherGeralt/Yennifer fic that never fails to get me going, and I’ve bookmarked a fewGame of Thronestitles, too. Today’s viewing options don’t compare to the shows of my dad’s day.

Tonight, I don’t need any of those. As soon as my hand closes around my dick, I’m thinking of Knova.

Snatches of our night together linger in my mind, blurring together with dreams I’ve had or fantasies I’ve entertained. I’ve always assumed that if Knova and I ever slept together, it would be a power struggle. Kind of like a sexy wrestling match.

And now I know how she smells. How she tastes. The silky smooth texture of her skin. The slope of every curve.

I could bury my face in her sweet pussy and live there.

I run with that fantasy now, gripping myself tighter as the fantasy takes shape.

Knova pins me to the ground, her arm across my throat, her hips straddling mine. I’m naked, and she’s wearing that little black dress from the other night. The dress has twisted around her hips during our struggle, revealing one of her pert breasts, her nipple already taut with her arousal. Her pussy presses against my dick, slick and inviting.

“You’re going to give me what I want,” she growls. Her cheeks are flushed bright red, her eyes shining. “You’re going to satisfy me. I’m going to use you like a toy until I’m finished, and I won’t let you come until I’m done with you.”

“Shit,” I pant aloud. My fist stutters on my cock, which is now fully invested in my imagined scenario. I wouldlovefor Knova to use me. Though, truth be told, I’m not sure what chance I have of that. I didn’t make it to the main event during our night in the hotel, and I’m already panting with desire. I havegotto work on my stamina where she’s concerned. Too much pent-up desire, augmented by scuffles and G-rated wrestling matches since my return to Vegas, have me in a chokehold, much like fantasy-Knova.

“Is that so?” I flip Knova onto her back, pinning her beneath me. “That shouldn’t be so hard. I know how bad you want me.”

I know no such thing, but it’s my fantasy, and if I want to get off on the idea that Knova is just as horny for me as I am for her, who’s going to stop me?

“I do,” she breathes, the fight leaving her.

Eh. Not realistic. Knova’s not a quitter. Rewind, revise, try again.

“And how bad is that, exactly?” she taunts.

I rut against her, pressing the tip of my cock to her entrance. “Badly enough that you’re already aching for me, sweetheart. Want me to prove it?”

Her breath is ragged in my ear. “You can try.”

I enter her in one thrust, and Knova keens, but I was right. She opens for me, her body yielding to me in a way her mind never seems to. I rock into her until I’m buried in her, until I’m so far inside her that I’m not sure where she ends and I begin.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” I purr. “Look at you, painting my cock with your slick.”

“Viktor—” Knova’s eyes flutter. Her cunt tightens around me.

“You want me to explode inside you, sweetheart? Want me to claim what’s mine?”

“Viktor!”

My fist tightens, and my hips buck off the bed. I’m so close.

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