Page 39 of These Wicked Games
“Well, yourbrothersneed to learn how to shoot a fucking puck and play some defense. Sloppy fucking plays. That was pathetic out there tonight. They’re supposed to be playing hockey not skating for shits and—”All the contents on the sink crash to the floor.
“Shutyour fucking mouth.”
Andre smiles, and it’s a playful thing I want to wipe off his smug face. “Make me.”
His eyes flick to my lips, and something molten fills my gut. The air in here feels charged. It feels so thick I can barely breathe. “Andre—”
He hits me.
No, not hits, he, he . . .
With his grip tight on the back of my neck, he kisses me hard. Those fingers around my neck bring a sweet pressure I want tighter. Hot and hard, his mouth slants over mine, and I drink him in. Drown in him. Is this even a kiss? It’s a brutal attack on all my senses. My body hums to life, the lights flickering inside my mind.
None of it makes sense.
What makes even less sense is what I do next.
I clutch him to me, pulling his body against mine. The heat of him, us, is intense. My lips start to move over his, sloppy and desperate for whatever hell Andre is dragging me down to. “Kuli.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl, crashing my mouth down over his. I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t really fucking care. It’s as if a thousand sparks of electric heat are crackling inside my chest.
“Why does he turn your light on?”
I shut out Vanessa’s words and focus on whatever the fuck is happening inside this bathroom. Andre shoves his tongue into my mouth. I let out a greedy little groan as he devours me alive.
His fingers go to my shirt, ripping off buttons, not giving a fuck that this shirt cost nearly nine hundred dollars. I don’t care either. He shoves the fabric down my broad shoulders, pulling back to look at my chest.
His eyes on me when I showered weeks ago come back to mind. They flick up to me now, assessing my reaction, and yes, I must be fucking insane. “Did I say stop?” I growl. The cocky shit rolls his eyes at me, slamming his mouth down over mine, moving me, backing me up hard into the sink. The counter bites into my back, but I barely register the pain. I have one thought in mind right now. I tug at his shirt before finding the collar and ripping it down the center. “Holy fuck,” he moans into my mouth. It’s heat and pain. Ice and fire. I don’t want to stop. My cock strains against my zipper. Andre looks down, smirking, taking me in.
“You know, Ol. I hate you too.” But he smiles, shaking his head. “I hate your voice. I hate the way you smell. How you look.” He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “I hate those blue fucking eyes, and that stupid soft fucking mouth.” He swallows hard. I track the movement with my eyes. “Most of all I hate the way I can’t stop thinking about the monster you have between your legs.” He shakes his head, disgust covering him. “Is that what you want to hear, Oli?”
Andre flicks the button of his pants before pulling them down and stepping out of them. My eyes dip down to the briefs clinging to his muscular thighs. Goalie thighs. I have the urge to wrap them around my head. None of this makes sense.
Still, I can’t for the life of me walk away.
Dropping to his knees, Andre looks up at me. His fingers dig into the band of my pants, a question in his eyes, and I drop my head back and groan as his hand smooths up the prominent ridge straining my pants. “Set me free.” Set my cock free, or me from whatever spell he has me under, I’m not sure. I watch him as heshakes his head, unzipping my pants, tugging them down enough to let my cock spring out.
“Holy fuck,” he purrs. “I hate nearly every single thing about you. All but this one small thing.”
“Small!” I push him away from me. He clings to my pants, not being swayed, holding himself in place. His rubs his face along my dick, nearly growling as he breathes me in.
“It’s adequate.” He smiles, looking up.
“Are you going to suck it or are you going to be a dickhead?”
Arguing with the man who’s about to suck your dick is not the smartest thing to do. He could bite me, and it kind of looks like he wants to. Instead, he stretches his lips around my girth, sucking so fucking slow. He hums. My head falls back. A guttural groan slips out of me. I clutch my arm over my stomach feeling that wet heat hug me like the sweetest embrace, his tongue lapping and teasing under my head when he tongues under my foreskin. Velvet soft suction. Warm wet heat. His free hand cups my balls, giving them a squeeze.
It’s good, so fucking good. It’s not enough, though. Not even close.
I grip his hair hard, and his yelp is muffled by my cock stuffing that smart mouth. “You like this, huh?” His eyes look up at me. “If I knew all it would take to shut that smart fucking mouth was to stuff my cock in it, I’d have done this years ago.” He taps my thighs, but I don’t want to hear him speak. Instead, I press his head closer to me, driving my dick down his throat. His nose presses into my pubes as I cut off his air. He chokes, but I don’t let up. His palms could push me away, but instead his nails bite into my thighs, pulling me closer. I pull out. Spit drips down his face. “Sofucking messy.” I slap his face. He moans at the contact. Watery eyes gaze up at me. I grab my dick, slapping it against the side of his mouth. “Open up.”
With his hair in my fists, I slip inside that sweet heaven. I begin to thrust, not being mindful at all of the gagging, the choking. Fuck, I love it. His eyes drip with need, and drool spills out of the corners of his lips. I want to go harder and wait for him to tap out, but instead he grips my thighs, guiding me to the back of his throat. Tears stream down his face. Drool. He mumbles something, looking up, and it’s now I see his hand moving.
I pull out, and spit and precum trickles down his chin. My cock is soaked with it. I look down, seeing Andre has flipped his dick and balls out of his briefs and is fisting himself. “Don’t stop.” The rough, used edge to his voice makes my cock jerk.
“Open up.”
Obeying, he sticks his tongue out and I slide back into that pretty mouth. Red and swollen. Andre moans around my dick, and I look down, watching his hand work himself. I’ve never seen another guy’s cock like this. Andre is longer, but not as thick as me. The head glistens with precum. His free hand comes up, cupping my balls and giving them a slight squeeze, tugging me gently with each thrust. They tighten in his hand. By the frantic pace of his hand he’s almost there too.
