Page 82 of Riding Pine
“I’ll meet you in the lobby after the game?”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
Before I lose the battle to keep my hands and mouth off him, I exit the room and head back to inspire my teammates before they return to the ice. I’ve never felt so alive while being benched. If Ben can make the bad mood disappear when I’m not playing my best I can’t wait to see what the future brings.
My last game riding pine came and went just before the extended Christmas break. We were fortunate to have the schedule in our favour and not be travelling until December twenty-seventh. That meant three full days of me and Ben, with no work or practice. No packing for a road trip or teaching night classes at his studio.
Just Ben in my arms 24/7.
I told him we were spending three days eating, sleeping, and having sex. He laughed and reminded me we had a date with James and Brandon for lunch on the twenty-sixth. Two and a half days with him would have to do.
Turns out there is such a thing as too much sex, and I might have overdone it a little in my quest to fuck Ben against every surface in our apartment.
Although…
“When do we need to leave for lunch?”
Ben answers me from the hallway, where he’s folding all the new underwear I bought him for Christmas. My favourites are the ones in team colours and the black silky ones with my name in a heart on the ass cheek. Thank goodness for rush orders from a small lingerie designer in Quebec. I came across the personalized ones while scrolling social media, and I knew Ben needed a pair.
Yes, it was also a gift for me, but it actually is the gift that keeps on giving. Sorry jelly of the month club, Ben’s ass has you beat as the best gift to find under the tree.
“We should leave by noon. I said 1 P.M. at the hotel restaurant. Why?”
Tossing my phone on the side table, I meet Ben at the laundry machines. Our apartment is space-saving, with two small machines inside a closet. The shelves above the dryer double as extra pantry space, but above the washing machine…well, that’s open for me to use as I see fit.
And Ben fits.
Crowding behind him, Ben raises a flirty eyebrow and wiggles his ass.
“Can I help you? I thought you said, and I quote, ‘I think I sprained my dick and need to rest’ after the last round.”
Chuckling, I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss along his neck. “I said that, but I was clearly mistaken.” I rock my growing erection against him. “Full recovery.”
I love a lot of things about Ben, but one of the best things is how fast he can switch from resting to fucking. The guy never has an off switch. It’s always stuck in the ‘open to suggestions’ position, and I’m the lucky one with this thumb on it.
He arches his back into me and reaches a hand behind my head. “Does this have anything to do with my standing here half-dressed?”
“Half?” My palm slides down his stomach, and I dip a finger under the band of his very simple boxers. “You might as well be naked.”
Cupping his bulge, I press into his back, and he relaxes in my arms like a limp noodle. He tilts his head back, and I take his lips with a deep kiss. “I want to fuck you on the washing machine,” I murmur against his lips before pushing his boxers down to sit under his ass cheeks. “Are you up for it?”
I’m a big dude in the dick department, I know that, and Ben seems to like it, but I also know sometimes it can be too much. If he says no, I’ll come back to it later. Not like the washing machine is going anywhere.
“That’s a silly question. If it’s you, I’m always up for it.” He pushes his ass against my cock. “Get lube, though. I’ll need a lot.”
“Don’t move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
After dropping a kiss on his cheek, I bolt to our bedroom and grab the almost empty lube bottle that’s still sitting on the bed. Fuck, we’ll have to get more when we’re out, but this should do for now.
Returning to the hall, Ben hasn’t moved an inch. He watches me step out of my boxers in the hallway and slick myself with a gaze so hot it should burn my skin.
“Why does this feel like it’s something extra naughty? It’s our place, and you’re naked in the hallway doing laundry. This shouldn’t have me so turned on.”
Ben laughs as I approach. “Domestic fantasy unlocked?”
“Maybe?”
