Chapter Twenty
Nico
He’s going for the gold, and I feel it with my whole chest, that they’re going to win. USA will take home the gold medal this year.
Roman is playing harder than I’ve seen him play before. He wants this. More than he did in the beginning. His plays are sharper, checks are harder, and he’s skating faster.
This isn’t the final game, but whoever wins this one will go on to play for the gold. There’s a lot riding on tonight, and I have full faith in Roman Blake Callahan.
“You can do this,” I whisper to myself as I watch him dive in front of a puck to block it from going into the net.
The goalie already launched to the left to stop it, and the opposing team came back with another shot.
But Roman was there, using his entire body to stop that puck from going in.
I can’t imagine that felt good, but I can kiss it better later…
He gets up from the ice and skates off to the benches, quickly being replaced by another player who skates to the other end of the ice to join the team in the play. They’re tied right now, with just under ten minutes left in the third period.
They can do this.
“I don’t know if they’re going to make it,” étienne says with a shake of his head.
“They will,” I say firmly. “Just trust me.”
“The puck is spending too much time in their zone. They need to bring it back to the other side and get more shots.”
“They will win this,” I say.
étienne watches me for a long moment before bringing his attention back to the ice. The plays stop way too much, a mix of being offsides and icing.
The crowd cheers when there’s a little over three minutes left and we get a power play.
“We need this right now,” étienne says.
I nod in agreement as the teams make changes and Roman heads back onto the ice. He told me he’s on their top penalty killing line, but right now they need to score—and that’s not Roman’s job.
I’ve seen his stats though, and he has a decent amount of points for a defenseman. He has nine goals and thirty assists so far this season—yes, I’ve looked up his stats, which meant nothing to me until I started doing my research. Roman is impressive.
No one scores during the power play. The other team is full-force. There’s 1:09 left on the clock. They’re at a face off. We win it and immediately bring it to the other side. Roman’s back on the ice.
We’re under a minute now, and the crowd is collectively holding our breath. It could go into overtime and that would be fine, but if we can end it now… we end it now.
There’s a shot. The goalie blocks it, deflecting it away. It’s passed to Roman, who passes it to his teammate that takes a shot. Goalie blocks it again, but it slides right to Roman—and he slaps it in.
The crowd is on their feet, roaring with excitement.
It’s deafening. I grab onto étienne as we jump up and down as Roman’s teammates celebrate by hugging him, smushing him against the boards.
I so badly wish I could kiss him right this second.
The excitement lasts for a long time. Minutes. Maybe ten.
They finally break up and skate by the other teammates, pounding fists.
Roman stays on the ice, ready to play the rest of the game. There are only seconds left.
They win the face off again, shooting the puck to the other end of the ice to kill the time. The other team fights their hardest, trying to get another goal, but our defense is just too good.
The timer hits zero.
The game is done.
USA is on their way to play the final game.
They celebrate on the ice. I feel their excitement from here, all of them huddling together, hugging, patting helmets. They know that if they got this far, they can go all the way.
And through all of his teammates, Roman somehow finds me in the crowd.
He’s riding his high from the win tonight, and I feel it when he slams me against the wall harsher than usual.
Our clothes are off before we get to his bedroom.
I blindly reach for the door, making sure it’s closed before he guides me toward the bed, lifting me and tossing me onto it like I’m a stuffed bear.
Roman crawls over me with a growl, his mouth finding my neck. He kisses and nips, his hands roaming my body. I scrape my nails down his back, pulling him even closer. I try not to think about the fact we don’t have much time left and just enjoy what we do have, because that’s all we can do.
His tongue trails down my body, licking around my belly button before he takes me into his mouth, moaning around my cock. It sends vibrations straight through my balls. My stomach heats, my skin vibrates. I tangle my fingers in his dark hair as I thrust into his mouth.
Roman’s large hands slide under me, lifting my ass off the bed so he can take me further down his throat. I moan and whimper, writhing on the bed as he quickly brings me to orgasm and swallows it all down. He crawls back up my body to kiss me, but I’m hardly coherent.
“I’d say the morning blow job worked.” He kisses my jaw, then my cheek, and my lips. “This is repayment.”
“Oh no,” I manage to say. “You need to come too.”
“You want me to fuck you?” he rasps out.
My stomach does a flip and my dick twitches just hearing him speak those words in that lust-filled voice.
“Please.”
Roman kisses his way back down my body, applying pressure to my hip. I get the hint and roll onto my stomach. He helps me onto my knees, spreading them wide. His tongue is warm on my balls as he sucks them into his mouth, then drags his tongue up and around my hole.
I gasp, lurching forward at the unfamiliar and sensitive feeling. With his hands on my thighs, he holds me in place and eats me like I’m his last meal. I enjoy every second of it, and beg for more, telling him how good it feels. That I don’t want him to stop.
He slips his tongue inside me, then adds a finger, his mouth dragging across my ass to my hip. I feel him get to his knees behind me; one large hand placed on my lower back while the other keeps fucking me.
“I want to see you covered in my cum,” he says, and I almost come right then and there from that visual.
I look at him over my shoulder. “I’m clean. I promise.”
“So am I.”
We hold each other’s gaze for a moment longer, and then I say, “So fuck me without a condom, Roman.”
He groans, his pupils dilating.
I reach for the end table, pull open the drawer and take the lube. I offer it to him. He takes it and immediately pours it on me, smearing it in and adding a second finger. Then a third.
“Just fuck me already,” I beg. “Please.”
“I can’t wait to feel you around me,” he says as he removes his fingers. “I’ve thought about it so many times.”
He has?
That’s so hot.
I wiggle my ass at him, and he chuckles lowly, before lining up and pressing the head of his cock into me.
We moan together as he slides in. Something about it just feels different.
More intimate. I know for me it doesn’t feel that different, but I can tell we’re skin to skin. I can tell there is nothing between us.
Roman fucks me slowly, his hands running all over my body, kissing up and down my back, my shoulders, everywhere he can reach.
Roman’s breathing gets heavier, his hips moving faster.
“Give me your cum, Roman,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder and licking my bottom lip. His are parted, his eyes fogged over with lust. It’s pure bliss on his face, and I wish I could see that look on him every single day.
“I’m going to come,” he rasps out. “Right in your tight ass, Nico.”
I watch as he does, his eyes falling closed, muscles tensing. I feel the warmth of him filling my ass, his dick throbbing inside me. I’m so close, right on the edge, but I’m too focused on him to even think about myself.
After a moment, his eyes open and he looks down.
He’s still buried inside me, still hard, but he slowly pulls out.
His hand is there to catch the cum, and he spreads it over my ass, down my balls, and then wraps his cum-covered hand around my cock.
A few tugs and I’m coming too, burying my head in the pillow to stifle my moan that is uncontrollably loud.
There’s no doubt in my mind that the neighbors heard that.
I fall to the bed, and he falls beside me, pulling me to him. We’re both sweaty, covered in cum—and laying in it, too.
“You need to change these sheets again.”
He chuckles, leaning in to kiss my head.
“Worth it.”
“I agree,” I say, nuzzling against him.
I refuse to think that there are only a few days left of this.
I won’t.
I can’t.