Page 83 of Second Shot

His eyes seem teary as he whimpers, “Please love me.”

“Shhh.” I slowly slip another finger inside him and he moans. I rub them in and out of his asshole, and his entire body shakes. “I do love you. Always will. Even when I was mad at you, I loved you.”

His eyes are trusting as he whimpers, “Okay.”

His body strains as I work him open. His lips are parted and his eyes dark with lust. He opens his thighs wider anytime I pierce him deeper, moaning and riding my hand. I bend over and take the tip of his cock into my mouth and I massage his prostate gland. He groans and a spurt of pre-cum fills my mouth. I swallow it down and pull off of him, smiling. “Yum.”

“You’re killing me, Gabe.” His stomach tenses as I pull my fingers from his hole.

“Then let me put you out of your misery.” I lube my dick and line up with his hole, then holding his gaze I slowly push inside his tightheat. He clenches around me, gasping as I sink in deeper, inch by inch.

“Oh,fuck,” he moans, eyes like slits as he takes me deep.

I stare into his eyes as I bottom out, and for a second everything else evaporates. He looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world. No team, no families, no dumb mistakes. Just us, straining against each other as we use our bodies to heal the pain of the last week.

I’m careful with him at first, pumping inside him in slow, deep movements. At first that’s enough, just touching him and being inside him again. But when he starts begging for it to be harder and rougher, I give him what he needs.

I set a brutal pace, pinning his hips down, driving so deep he swears, gritting his teeth. His fingers dig into my back, He’s choking on moans, telling me “harder” and “yes, yes, fuck yes” with every thrust. I mark his neck with teeth and tongue. I want everyone to know he’s mine for good. I’m never letting him go again.

His cock is trapped between us, leaking a wet mess onto his belly, and I wrap my hand around it, jerking him in rhythm. He wheezes, too close already, and tries to hold back his climax. He almost does it too.

Until I hiss, “Come for me, Ry. Ineedto see you come.”

With a feral growl, he stares up at me, glassy-eyed, as his whole body seizes. Hot sticky cum paints my stomach, and the way he clenches around my dick nearly breaks me. I thrust harder, chasing my own orgasm, and collapse onto him as spill my load deep inside his quaking hole. I come so hard the world goes white and fuzzy around the edges, and the blood rushes in my ears as I hear Ryan’s harsh breaths mingling with my groans of ecstasy.

His arms come around me, holding me tight and I bury my face in his sweaty neck. I continue to thrust weakly, finishing inside his warm body. My muscles are loose and every inch of me is bathed in bliss. It feels surreal to be back with Ryan. I’ve never been more relieved about anything in my life. I truly thought I’d lost him forever. But he’s back and I could cry with happiness.

Still buried inside him, we kiss. His mouth is gentle against mine, and the way he looks up at me, there’s so much trust. I never want to do anything to destroy that again. All I want to do is protect him. Make him happy. I don’t ever want anyone to hurt him again. Not me. Not his parents. Not anyone.

I gently pull out of him and we hold each other. Our bodies sticky from the cum painted on our stomachs. But the musky scent of sex, and thefeel of his muscular body against mine is everything I’ve missed.

“I’m sorry I was so angry when you tried to talk to me,” I say quietly, pushing my fingers through his soft, blond hair. “I didn’t know how to act when I thought you’d already started dating some other guy.”

“As if I could look at another man. I’d never have been able to move on that fast. If ever.” He strokes his fingers down my back. “You’re it for me, Gabe. I mean it.”

“Same.” I kiss his shoulder, inhaling his skin. “God, I missed your smell.”

He chuckles. “I didn’t even shower after practice. I was so desperate to get here to talk to you.”

“Well, I guess I like dirty Ryan.” I smirk.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

I sigh. “The team is going to be ecstatic that we made up. So much for us keeping things professional. I failed miserably at that.”

“Oh, yeah. We both fucked up. I think Coach was ready to fire both our asses.” He grimaces. “You know what’s weird? I’ve barely given the playoffs a thought. I was consumed by this shit between us.”

“Same. Hockey has been all I cared about for so long, but you mean more to me, Ry. I’d besad if an injury took me out and I had to give up hockey, but that heartbreak wouldn’t compare to losing you.”

He laughs, tightening his arms around me. “Fuck, we’ve turned into sentimental love-sick fools.”

I grin. “Yeah. But I don’t mind.”

“Me neither.” He traces his finger down the line of my jaw. His eyes are warm, and very focused. “I’ve learned a lot about myself since meeting you, Gabe. I had no idea how untrusting I was. I’m sure it’s because of my upbringing, but I don’t want to let that control me anymore.”

“Well, we got through this storm. That makes me think we’re pretty damn strong. This tested us big time, but we made it through.”

“Because we both wanted it to work,” he says quietly.

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