THIRTY-FOUR
Luca
I smile and palm my cock. “Get on your fucking knees and suck my dick.”
Max pops off the bed and pliantly lowers to his knees.
I swing my legs around and spread them wide. Max lowers his face to my cock and breathes on my dick.
Fuck.
I tease his lips with my pre-cum. His tongue swirls around the top, and my asshole throbs. His hot and thick tongue wipes my engorged, weeping head.
My hands move from the back of his neck to thread into his soft golden waves. He lets out an approving groan, liking my forceful touch. Without any kind of warning, he takes me all the way into his mouth.
“God,” I groan. “Yeah.” I love how he sucks me down to the root so easily.
Max bobs up and down my length hungrily. “You like that?” he asks with a dark, husky voice.
A sound of affirmation hums from deep in his throat, and I feel the vibration on my shaft. We settle into a sexy rhythm while I fuck his mouth.
Everything about Max is huge. His mouth is wide, his throat, a cavernous bottomless pit. My piercings don’t affect his ability to suck me off.
I consider Mask Night at the club coming up. No one would know it’s him. I pray he’s not on the road. We’re not on the road, but the playoff schedule isn’t set yet .
“Fuck, you’re cut and beautiful,” I gush.
“Are you close?” he hisses.
“I can be.” I take a deep breath.
“Don’t be. I want to torture you.” He sucks on the head of my cock, his tongue playing with the tip ring.
The thing about a guy going down on you, they know the male anatomy and all the erogenous zones.
“Spread your legs wider for me.”
I do, and before I ask why, his fingers trace the seam of my ass, landing on my hole. Leaving his finger on my sensitive ring of nerves, his lips close around my cock once more, and I see stars.
Jesus...
“You’ll really take it up the ass just for me?” he says, looking up at me.
“Yes, my filthy boy.” I lick my lips. “Not sure how long I can last with your mouth on me and you fingering me.”
This good boy, this golden boy of hockey with the clean-shaven face and even cleaner rep, likes a dick in his mouth.
With every release of my cock from his lips, saliva spills down my balls. I won’t last much longer. In between the masterful sucking, Max grabs my shaft and licks the underside of my balls.
“Oh, Jesus.” My hips lift as if I want to feel his tongue on my taint.
He hums against my dick, and heat flares in my chest. “I’ll edge you another night. Right now, I want to taste your cum.”
He pumps fingers in and out of me, blowing me at the same time. It’s hot and messy. There’s a pool of saliva running down my shaft, and I feel my toes beginning to curl.
“Stretch me for that giant cock of yours,” I say to get him off.
“Mmmm,” he moans against my veins.
“Max... I’m...fucking...close.” I grip his head, pushing my cock deeper down his throat. “I’m going to come in your month.”
He groans in response.
My breath clips in short pants and I mumble successive moans, feeling the climax draw my nuts in. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
That does it. My balls turn to granite, and throbbing starts at the base of my spine. Cum shoots up through my dick, hot and on fire.
Max doesn’t back off, he keeps sucking me as I come, my release spilling out of his lips. It’s the fucking dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m so turned on, I keep coming. And he keeps sucking. Swallowing some, but it’s too much. The rest squirts out like volcanic lava and down the sides of his face, and onto my stomach.
More spills out of his mouth, making me even slicker against his lips.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, wanting to yell, but the team is in suites all around us. I pray they’re still gambling, putting the other security agents through their paces.
The last ropes of my cum land on Max’s tongue, his open, greedy mouth wanting more.
I tip forward, unsteady on my feet.
“Jesus, that was...” The best blowjob of my life.
I am so fucked.
Max pushes me down on the bed, flat on my back.
His hips settle between my legs, and I’m surprised when he pulls the covers over us, tangling us in the sheets.
“Wrap those fucking legs around me,” Max pants against my lips .
“Are you sure you want to do this here?”
“Here as in Vegas?”
I give him a love tap upside the head. “Here in the bed. Where you’ll sleep.”
“Yeah. The bed we’ll sleep in.” His husky voice floats across my skin, like this is who he really is.
It’s the most natural I’ve heard him talk since I met him.
Max grips my thigh, jerking my hips into an angle to fuck me. “Condom?” he asks.
“You clean?” I choke out, my mind swirling in different directions.
“We get tested regularly,” he reminds me. “I only use condoms. With women and men.”
“But not with me?”
“I want to feel you.” His lips quiver as he looks down, studying me. He sits up and reaches toward his nightstand where lube sits waiting.
I watch as Max strokes his long, thick erection, lubricating it. For me. God, that thing in my ass will be my undoing.
“So, your first time, you took it up the ass. And now you only fuck guys in a club.” He consolidates my sexual experience to two salacious sentences. “But you’ll give me the honor of penetrating you?”
Honor.
That chokes me up.
“I want to give you what you need,” I say, fingers wrapped around one of my sculpted biceps, the skin slick with sweat.
He lowers himself over me, his eyes meeting mine.
“Because you’re crazy about me.” His voice trails off like he’s not sure of himself, or thinks it’s impossible for a man to have real feelings for him.
This started out as a fantasy crush, but I see the man behind the mask. And fuck, this is real.
“I am, Max. I’m lunatic crazy for you, and I’m going to need you to fuck me before I lose my mind.”
He lines up the head of his cock with my hole. “Open for me,” he growls.
I shift, and the pressure of his cock hits a nerve as he’s sliding all the way in.
“Fuck. That’s tight. Hot.”
“Slick,” I moan at how he’s buried himself so deep, so easily.
“Damn right. My cock was made for this ass.” He pumps in and out, watching his dick penetrate me.
“Hey, look at me. You’re fucking me .” I worry he’s thinking of someone else.
He smiles. “Of course I’m fucking you. Only you...”
For a second, I think he’s going to say my real name.
I’m so confused about who I want to be with him. He knows me as Luca. “Say my name. Say Luca,” I moan.
Max pushes his chest against mine and makes love to me. “Luca. Luca. Beg me to keep fucking you.”
Adrenaline spikes in my chest. “ Keep fucking me, you hockey god of ice.”
“God, I’m gonna come.”
My brutal talk busts his nut. He yanks out of me and pearly cream shoots from his dick as he angles it to land on my stomach.
I’m laying spread eagle, and my hockey god obsession just came all over me. I grab myself and jerk off. In less than a minute, I come again all over my chest.
Our puddles of cum mix together so beautifully.
Max sweeps a finger through it, coating my skin. “You think I’m yours?”
Fear spikes through me, thinking I’ve been played. I shift my hips, but he holds me in place. “Max,” I hiss .
“I’m not just yours. You’re mine .” He exhales, biting his lip. “And I’m gonna need to fuck this ass again to prove it you.”
We make love for a few more hours, never making it to the shower. We fall asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. Not just physically.
But when I wake up, Max is screaming.