Chapter 12 #2
Good enough for me, and apparently for Taylor, because he faced me, drew me back in, and pressed his lips to mine again.
Holy shit. I’d fantasized about kissing him more than once since then night we met. I’d spent last night jerking off to thoughts of being naked with him.
God, my fantasies were nothing compared to the reality of kissing him. If sex with him was anything like this, I wasn’t going to be able to walk afterward, never mind skate.
Worth it. Totally fucking worth it.
Taylor drew back, hand still on my face. “When we get to the hotel…” He swallowed hard. “Do you, uh… Do you want to come to my room?”
For a few long seconds, I couldn’t even find my breath. When I got some air into my lungs, I croaked, “To, um…” I swept my tongue across my lips. “Not to watch hockey, I assume?”
His laugh was near soundless, and it made my heart thunder in my ears. Sliding his hand over my thigh again, he leaned back in and murmured, “No. Definitely not to watch hockey.”
Then he had my mouth again.
Somehow, reality worked its way in, and I remembered there were some… logistical limitations to hooking up in his room.
“You have a roommate, don’t you?” I whispered.
Taylor tensed. “Shit. Yeah. I…” He laughed. “I forgot. I’m just so damn turned on, I…”
God help me. I wasn’t the only one who was so hot that my brain wasn’t working right.
“I don’t have a roommate,” I said.
Interest sparked in his eyes. “Ooh, right. You get to room alone.”
“Uh-huh.” I traced my hand up the inside of his thigh. “I don’t really want to room alone this time, though.”
The grin on his swollen lips made my dick even harder than it already was.
Fuck the ice, I wanted to tell the driver. Fuck the speed limit.
Get us to Winnipeg right the hell now
If that thirteen-hour drive had gone on for one more minute, I would’ve lost my goddamned mind.
Especially since our teammates had started waking up, and Taylor and I had separated so we wouldn’t get caught.
And so we could maybe calm down before we had to get up and off the bus.
The last few hours of that marathon drive were pure torture, and I still didn’t know how I’d held it together this long.
As it was, I barely made it through getting off the bus, waiting for our room assignments, and trying to stay casual on the way up to our respective rooms. A lot of our teammates had slept on the bus, and they were going to shower and head out to find something to eat.
Not me. I politely declined a few offers and hurried up to my room.
And oh, yes—not a moment too soon, Taylor was at my door, and then through it, and then we were against it, kissing harder and more aggressively than we’d dared on the bus or even in the club. With no one to see us or overhear us, there was no holding back anymore, and oh my God, it was perfect.
“Sorry it took so long,” he mumbled between kisses. “Had to… Had to get the necessities.”
I met his gaze. “Necessities?”
He reached into his pocket and when he held up his hand, my pulse went wild—a small bottle of lube and a three-pack of condoms.
My knees actually wobbled. “Oh, fuck…”
“We don’t have to do anal tonight,” he said quickly. “I just… I just wanted to be prepared.”
I met his gaze. “ Can we do it tonight?”
Taylor’s eyes widened and he licked his lips. “Baby, I’ll do anything you want.”
My breath stuttered. “Fuck me?”
He squirmed between me and the door. “Jesus Christ…”
“That a yes?”
“That’s a fuck yes,” he said, and nudged me back a step. “I don’t want to rush, especially if you haven’t been with anyone else, but… God, seriously. Anything you want, say the word.”
As I let him guide me across the room, I whispered, “Everything. I want everything.”
The response to that was a low growl. We shed our clothes on the way to the bed, peeling layers off each other like they were on fire. By the time we sank onto the mattress, there was nothing between us but our very hard cocks.
I was dizzy with need and overwhelmed with…
fuck, with everything. Lust. Heat. Him .
I’d caught more than a few glimpses of Taylor’s ass in the locker room, but now I wasn’t just seeing him on the way to the shower or glancing his way at the wrong—right?
—moment. Now I was cupping his cheek in one hand and stroking his rock-hard dick with my other.
He rutted into my fist, pushing my hand against my own cock; the friction was incredible.
After a while, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. As I settled on top of him, he wrapped his arms around me as he hooked his leg around mine. I’d missed being touched, and I’d missed having sex, but with Taylor, it felt new. As if I’d never been this close to anyone at all.
We shifted around again. For a while, we were on our sides, just kissing and stroking each other. Then he was on top again, his hard cock beside mine as we made out.
“God, I want you so bad,” he panted.
“Me too.” I nipped his lower lip. “Fuck…”
He groaned softly, then dipped his head to kiss my neck, and I arched under him.
I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d never been touched like this.
Not by someone who was hungry to the point of trembling, but also taking the time to light up every nerve ending on my body.
He explored my throat, then my collarbones.
When he started down, he spent ages on each nipple, using his lips, tongue, and even teeth to show me an erogenous zone I hadn’t even noticed before.
I wanted us to be fucking right this minute, and I got the feeling he did too, but the way he explored—hell, worshipped—my body was completely unhurried.
As he kissed his way down my abs, I knew where this was headed. I wanted his lips around my cock. I wanted to feel his tongue work its magic all along the shaft and around the head.
But more than that…
“D-don’t…” I stammered. “Not yet.”
Taylor looked up at me. “You don’t want me to go down on you?”
“No, I do,” I breathed. “But Jesus Christ, Taylor… I’ll come the second you touch me, and I want your dick, damn it.”
The renewed fire in his eyes almost made me come after all. Then he was over me again, kissing me hard and rubbing his erection against mine. All I could do was hold on and kiss him back, and I probably whimpered too because… fuuuck.
It really was just as well we hadn’t hooked up that night at the club.
It would’ve either blown my damn mind, or it wouldn’t have been this good because we wouldn’t have spent all this time connecting.
One-night stands were probably fun and all, but falling into bed with a man I’d been trying not to want, and then who I’d wanted so bad it hurt— that was hot.
He pushed himself up and gazed down at me. “If I fuck you tonight,” he panted, “are you going to be able to skate tomorrow?”
I brushed my lips across his. “I’ll be fine. Just… maybe not as hard as you would if we didn’t have a game tomorrow.”
My own words made my breath hitch; the thought of Taylor moving slowly and easily in me almost shook melted my damn spine.
He laughed softly. “I can go slow. Maybe next time…” He trailed off, then claimed another kiss. I was a squirming wreck in his arms. I wanted him slow and steady, I wanted him fast and hard—fuck, I just wanted him in me right now .
“Next time,” I purred. “Please.”
He grinned. Then he lifted himself all the way up. “Let me get the lube.”
Taylor took his sweet time making sure I was ready for him. As much as I didn’t want to wait another minute, his fingers drove me wild too. If his slow, careful strokes were a preview of what was to come—oh, God, yes. Please.
Eventually, he decided he was done teasing me—I was long past ready by that point—and he stopped long enough to put on a condom.
And fucking finally, he was pushing into me. The instant he slid the head inside, I was dizzy, clawing at the covers and struggling to find my breath.
He ran a hand up my back. “You good?”
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded, rocking back against him to try to draw him deeper. He steadied me with a hand on my hip, pulled out, and teased me a little more. I was just about to snarl at him to just fuck me already, but right then, he pushed inside again, and I lost my breath again.
“God, Vasily…” He moaned something I didn’t catch, and he swore as he rocked slowly in and out.
I had no idea what I was saying either, only that I hoped he took it as a plea to give me more.
He wasn’t huge—probably the same size as me, give or take a little—and he was absolutely perfect.
Just enough to blow my mind without hurting me.
I couldn’t get enough. I wanted every inch of him, over and over and over, and even though his slow, fluid strokes felt incredible, I wanted more .
“Harder,” I growled.
“Huh?”
“Harder.” But then my brain caught up, and I realized I’d slipped into Russian. In English, I gritted out, “Harder.”
His rhythm faltered a little. “I… I don’t want to hurt?—”
“Don’t care,” I breathed. “Please, Taylor.” I let my head fall forward as I rocked back against him. “Harder.”
He didn’t go harder. He fucking stopped .
“Taylor, please.”
“I have a better idea.” He pulled out, and I whimpered in protest. But then he lay on his back beside me and ordered, “Get on top.”
Oh. Ooh .
Hell, yeah.
I straddled him and he guided himself in. We both moaned with need and relief as I sank down on top of him, taking him all the way inside again.
“You can decide how fast and how hard,” he murmured, sliding his hands up and down my quads. “Anything you want, baby.”
I gazed down at him and found every bit of my own desire gleaming in his eyes.
Anything I wanted? Fuck yeah.
I started riding him, and I started riding him hard . The bed shrieked beneath us, and I was instantly drunk on Taylor’s moans of “Oh, yeah” and “that’s so good.”
It was good. It was incredible. I hadn’t taken anything in over a year, and the intensity made my eyes sting with tears, and I just could not get enough.