THIRTY-THREE
Luca
“ I think I want to unstuck myself,” Max says, shucking off his pants and pulling down his briefs in a hurried but sexy way.
Like he can’t wait, he makes a practiced turn as if he’s on the ice, and strides confidently to the bed.
The view I have from behind is truly the most spectacular thing I’ve ever seen. Men walk around naked at the club all the time. I thought I was immune. Max has re-awakened me.
“By?” I’m stripped from the waist down but left on my dress shirt to set a certain forbidden, taboo mood. “How do you want to unstuck yourself?”
“By burying my cock deep inside you.” Max sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me onto his lap, my thick thighs straddling his waist. “Are you showering?”
“I can. If you need that. If you need me to be clean.”
“I need you to be clean,” he mutters flatly.
Jesus fucking Christ, we’re doing this. We’re fucking.
“Then I’ll get clean,” I say, standing up, keeping my eyes trained on his hard cock.
“Wait...” Max stops me, gripping my wrist. “It’s a habit. A hang up. About being clean.”
“It’s okay. We all have hang ups.”
“It’s from my past. I want to get over it.” He runs his hands along my shirt. “I’m...messed up about a lot of things.”
“Don’t do this unless you want to. ”
“I want to. I wanted you from the moment I saw you in that hospital room. I’ve conditioned myself to mistrust what I feel.”
I think about the guys in my club who come in confused, and most leave in worse shape.
Max has a game tomorrow night. I don’t have what it takes to be a shrink.
“I’m going to be your bodyguard until the end of the season no matter what. I won’t be run off—”
He pushes me down on the bed, and laying on top of me, his mouth lands on mine. One hand snakes around my waist and cups my ass. Claiming it. Claiming me.
He’s warm and wet and tastes minty. His tongue swirls with mine and the ache inside me grows. His mouth, his tongue tasting my lips, is heaven.
Groaning, he deepens the kiss, and I welcome it eagerly. Too eager, as my heart pounds wildly. Everything shivers. My chest. My fingers. My cock.
Fuck, he’s good at this. And I feel like it’s setting the pace for whatever happens next. His kiss has meaning. I use a sex club. I know the difference.
Maybe I have hang ups, too.
“Are you sure you’re confused?” I break the kiss, needing to breathe and pinch myself. “Because you fucking kiss like a man kisses a man. Not a man figuring out how to kiss a man.”
“There’s something about you. Something about this mouth.” Max grips my jaw. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“We can stop right now.”
“Don’t want to stop.” He kisses down my chest. “I appreciate this tight body of yours. I see six packs and thick biceps all day. We have to look this way. But you...”
“Me,” I let out a groan .
“You don’t have to look like this.”
“As a gay man, yeah, I do,” I say with a chuckle.
“Gay,” he utters. “Not bi.”
“No. I was forced to get married and slept with her just to give her a child, or Ivan would have thought something was wrong with her and hurt her. It was expected of me and I got through it.”
“Fuck, that’s sad.”
“Did you say something about burying your dick inside me? Because that will make me less sad.”
He laughs and palms my cock. “I did. Now you touch me. I need it.”
My fantasies didn’t do this man justice. I hadn’t dared to look at him in the locker room, worried he’ll see right through my stare.
My free hand skates around to his ass, and there’s not an ounce of fat, but two firm, rock-hard glutes.
“How the fuck do you get an ass like this?” I mutter against his neck.
“Skating nearly every day since I was six.” He pushes his cock into my stomach, the wet tip blowing my mind. “Defensemen have to skate backward more than any other position, that tightens the ass.”
“You definitely have a tight ass.” I spread his cheeks.
“Wait.”
“It’s okay, Max. It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you.” I wait a breath for him to relax. “The pleasure is unbelievable, and it doesn’t mean you’re not in control.”
To take his mind off my fingers, I slide down and kiss his cock, the long length of him challenging my sanity.
“God, yeah,” he moans.
I grip the shaft at the base with a tight fist, the way only a dude would dare try on another man’s cock. It’s to remind Max, he’s with a dude .
Me.
“Suck me, please,” he groans.
“Oh, I plan to.” I settle between his thighs and swirl the salty tip with my tongue. Peppering kisses on his cock, I stroke his hole gently, and it stiffens his shaft even more.
“That’s... Good,” he chokes out.
“Oh, baby. It’s just a taste.” With that, I finger his hole, which has him pulling my hair. “Can you be my filthy boy?”
“Yes,” he chokes out. “Please.”
After licking my finger, I gently push further into his hole, up to the knuckle.
He groans, but doesn’t tell me to stop, or push me away.
“Yeah, take it, filthy boy,” I groan into his skin. “Take it from me .”
“Only you.” He rocks his hips.
“That’s right. I’ll give you what you need, Max.” I lick and suck on him.
Max is turning my world upside down.
But I shouldn’t let it. We can’t be anything. He doesn’t want a relationship with a guy, and if I get out of this alive and unscathed, I’ll hopefully be working for another criminal organization where I’ll be washing blood off my hands on a nightly basis.
That’s no life for a star like Max Ryan. I wouldn’t even ask him.
“You see this body?” He runs thick, veiny hands across a chest that should be on a calendar. “I will fuck you hard and rough. Just keep blowing me.”
I relax my jaw to take him deeper into my mouth, shuddering when he growls a low, throaty moan of approval. He fists my grown-out hair with one hand and rocks his hips, thrusting his erect cock in and out of my mouth in a pace that stiffens him even more. With each heavy thrust, the tip hits the back of my throat.
“Who’s the slut now? Sucking off a hockey god,” he groans, his back arching off the bed. “Aw, fuck. You fit all of me.”
I stop to take a breath and grip the long shaft, pushing it against his stomach while I lick the underside, letting his balls find their way into my mouth.
While licking, I say, “That’s the best part of letting a man suck your cock. Big mouths, thick tongues, and a tolerance to be choked.”
“Oh yeah?” He flips me over and straddles my face, fucking my mouth.
As if I can’t take this.
But I don’t want to be a tool for his orgasm. I still use my hands, guiding his cock in out with intermittent sucking on the crown.
At this angle, though, I have unbelievable access to the thick vein under his throbbing shaft. I use my teeth, adding a bite of pleasure, something to zing the life out of him.
“Easy, my stud,” he warns.
My. Mine. I’m his . It’s a topsy turvy arrangement since I’m protecting him. Someone tried to hurt him, yet behind closed doors I could be his toy.
“That’s so damn good,” he praises me. “Really good. Perfect.”
“This is so fucking easy,” I say after pulling off and licking the underside again. “With you.”
Because I’m not judging him.
“Since when is easy your brand?” Max turns the tables and shows me a playful side I didn’t know existed.
He pushes into my mouth and fucks it forcefully, not allowing me to answer. Deep growls erupt from his chest. The tips of his fingers dig into my scalp, harder and in proportion to the strength of the orgasm building in his balls.
“I’m close,” he murmurs. “I need to come, and I need you to swallow me.”
While he’s thrusting like there’s no tomorrow, I finger his hole again.
Max fucking loses it. His head tilts back, his throat muscle chorded. “Fuck, so good.”
His tight hole sucks in my finger deeper. It wants this. It wants me . “That’s right, little paradise. Daddy’s coming for you.”
I hum against his cock, and with a final swallow, Max roars his climax, pushing in so deep, his cock slides down my throat.
He spills everything he’s got, filling my mouth with cum.
I’m a heavy ejaculator...
Salty release drips from the sides of my mouth and down my chin. Max stares at me, at the mess he made of me. Part of me fears I’ll see horror in his eyes, his doubts taking over. No, it’s a smiling, lust-filled grin.
I swallow what’s in my mouth. Clearing my throat, I say huskily, “Like what you see? What you did to me?”
“I love what I did to you.” He breathes heavily. “Are you taking your finger out of my ass anytime soon?”
I give his balls a final lick. “Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It’s you.” He stretches his neck, his face a mask of pure pleasure. “But damn, I’m not hard enough to fuck you. Wonder what we can do while we wait?”