Page 84 of Cross Checking

“Jesus fucking shi—” Luke’s moan catches in his throat as he gulps in air, pushing himself closer to me. I smile, keeping my finger frozen before bending it again, drawing another strangled breath out from Luke.

“Need your dick in me,” he mutters into the blanket.

“Not yet,” I tease. “You have to beg first.”

Luke scoffs. “Not gonna happen.”

There’s zero conviction in him, not with how utterly ruined he sounds.

“Damnit, I need to come, Erik,” he grits out.

“Then beg.”

“You want to come, too.”

“Yeah, but this is too much fun.” I bend my finger again.

“I can’t.”

“You know what you need to say.” Another press, which leads to another ragged groan. “I could do this all night long, Lukey.”

Then I make slow, teasing circles on his prostate, and Luke loses it. He breaks free from my loose grip and turns onto his back, fixing me with glassy eyes and an expression that I can only describe aswrecked.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he says, his voice cracking.

I grin down at him. “Maybe I’m tired. No more for you.”

“Fuck you,” Luke grunts. He tries to bring a hand around to take care of himself, but I pin his wrists up again. While I know for sure that Luke has the strength to break free, he isn’t putting up a serious fight.

“Erik. Please.”

I bring my mouth right up to Luke’s ear. “Do you call that begging?”

His breath catches. “Please, I need it so bad.”

“That isn’t really convincing me, sorry.”

“Fuck you,” he says again, and I use my free hand to trace a hard line along his leaking dick.

Luke whines and throws his head back into the mattress, his tousled hair spreading out. I nail him with a cold, dark stare, one that I usually reserve for cocky defensemen who try to check me one too many times, and his body shudders.

And then he cracks. Luke takes a few deep, ragged breaths, but he manages to pull himself together. “Erik, I ambeggingyou to please jerk me or something. I’m so goddamn desperate, I haven’t come since the morning I left Toronto, and you’re the only one who can save me. Please. I need it sogoddamnbad.”

“That’s more like it,” I say, giving him a smile. “But I’m not going to jerk you off.”

Another broken whine, which turns into a heady moan the instant I slide two fingers into him.

“You want me to fuck you, right?”

“Erik, please,” he grunts out. “I need your cock.”

I’m still hard as a rock, and I make quick work of grabbing a condom, tearing the packet open, and rolling it down my length. Luke is already limber and loose, so I only have to glaze myself with lube and tease his entrance before sliding in.

I let out an involuntary, guttural moan. Holy shit, with the way Luke feels around me, soft, tight, and exactly the same as I remember, this is gonna take me all of a minute.

When I thrust into Luke, he squirms under me, his legs twitching. If he was losing it before, there’s no saving him now.

When I flick my gaze down, the sight that greets me is enough to throw me over the brink, and I will myself to hold off. He’s limp and whimpering, sharp and spent.

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