Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
KELLAN
“O’Reilly, my office,” Coach calls into the locker room before disappearing back through the doorway.
We’ve just finished our first series at home since the week before Thanksgiving, and I relished the home ice advantage. Hopefully, Coach sees it that way, too.
A few other players give me glances, but an announcement like that from Coach could mean anything from ‘you’re going to wish you were dead in a few minutes’ to ‘you had a great game tonight.’
And overall, I did have a great game. We’re getting into bigger competitors in our conference, so scoring a goal each game is nothing to sneeze at.
Cooper slaps my shoulder, like he can read my mind. “Can’t imagine it’s anything bad with how you’ve been playing.”
Still, anxiety picks up inside of me, wondering if he’s caught wind of my job. The last few weeks have been absolute madness. I’m now officially working four nights a week. We’re about to reach the mid-way point of the season. Final exams are coming up.
I haven’t even been back to Wells’ apartment, since his tutoring schedule is non-stop leading up to the end of the semester.
During the week we may get to flirt or have a quick make-out during our sessions, but it’s like now that we both know what privacy and a king size bed does for our sex life, a quickie in his tiny office doesn’t quite compare.
But after two back-to-back weeks of away games, we’ve just finished at home, and it’s hard for me to think about Coach when Wells is my next stop.
I pull on my hoodie and Dutch catches my eye. “Can we expect you home tonight, son?” he says seriously.
He earns a wet towel to the face for that comment. “You can expect to see me at all team-required practices and events.” I have nothing on my agenda tomorrow, and like hell I’m going to promise to be home when there’s a chance I could be in Wells’ bed all day instead.
Since I stayed over at his place during the snowstorm, Dutch, particularly, has been much more curious about my comings-and-goings. I’m not embarrassed about who I stayed with, but I also don’t need to broadcast my love life all over campus. Especially when I don’t know what’s going on between us.
Dutch squints at me. “I’ll find out your secrets. I always do.” From anyone else, that would sound like a threat, but I just laugh and sling my bag over my shoulder.
As I make my way through the locker room, I accept a few more pats on the back. When I reach Coach’s open door, I rap my knuckles against the frame.
“Come in, Kellan. Shut the door and have a seat.”
My insides go jittery, but I follow his instructions. When I’m sitting down, I wait for him to speak first. I’m sure as hell not going to give him any ammunition and cop to something before I know what we’re here to talk about.
“So, I heard a rumor going around…” A knot tightens in my chest, but I still don’t speak. “Seems like there’s some interest picking up for you from NHL teams, given the season you’re having.”
My ears are buzzing, and suddenly, it’s hard to feel my limbs.
A second ago, I thought I was going to get reamed out, but instead, I’m hearing the best news of my life.
I put my hand over my mouth and rub at my jaw.
“That’s good news,” I finally manage, trying not to give too much away.
But inside my brain and my heart, fireworks fit for a finale are going off.
“I don’t know where this turn around came from, but people are noticing, Kellan.
Nothing official yet, but I wanted to let you know so that you could keep the momentum going.
You’ve got a real shot of going pro when you graduate.
” His voice is all business, but I can see the smile he’s holding back. He’s proud of me.
I can’t explain how much it means to me, so I don’t even try. Instead, I clear my throat. “That’s good to hear, Coach. I appreciate you letting me know.” I look toward the door. “Was that all?”
“That’s it, kid. Have a good weekend. Don’t do anything too crazy.”
I nod and stand up, more excited than I was ten minutes ago to get over to Wells’ apartment. I can’t wait to tell him the good news, and celebrating with him tonight will be the cherry on top of what just became a perfect day.
I’m on all fours, so blissed out that I can barely form a coherent thought. Wells seems to have a similar idea about our reunion, and he wasted no time when I stepped in the door an hour ago.
He’s being so possessive with me, and I fucking love it. The way he holds me down. How his authoritative voice directs me. Mostly, it’s like he needs this as much as I do. I can’t get enough of every single thing that he’s giving me.
And right now, what he’s giving me is a single finger, stretching me open and creating a pleasure that I didn’t know was possible. I’ve never had someone inside of me before. He’s massaging at my prostate, and I wonder if I’m going to explode even without him touching my cock.
He’s taken time to get me to this point, first by playing with my entrance, getting me used to the feel of him around me before he ever went inside.
But now, I’m ready for more. I need more.
I’m a black hole of desire, and I feel like I could just take and take and take whatever it is that he can give me.
I groan and bite into the pillow, my hips and ass pushing back against him.
“You like that?” He asks needlessly, and I can just feel the smirk on his lips.
Of course I like it–love it, in fact. I’m rutting into him, trying to take his finger deeper. “More.”
I feel an emptiness when he pulls out of me, followed by the sound of the lube bottle being squeezed. “Kellan O’Reilly, soon-to-be professional hockey player, is begging me to be fucked senseless. Is that what I’m hearing?”
I moan, loving that he’s needling me about the news that I shared after both of our first orgasms. During the small refractory period, when I was still on my knees after blowing him in the kitchen. Clearly, Wells likes knowing my possible career trajectory, too.
And something about that gets me even hotter. “Baby, please,” I beg, not trying to restrain the need from my voice.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he says as he massages my hole before slipping two fingers inside easily.
He holds for a beat, letting me get used to the intrusion.
“How’s that feel? Let me know if it’s too much.
” There’s an edge to his voice, his own want soaking through his words, but there’s also a softness.
And I know if I said the word, he’d stop in a heartbeat.
I’ve never felt so cared for before, especially not during sex.
But I don’t want to stop. Not by a long shot. Instead, I spread my hips wider, opening myself up for him as much as I can. “Deep, like you were before.”
“Fuck,” he whispers out harshly, at the same time his cock brushes against my ass.
He’s so hard, and I revel in the thrill of knowing that I’m the one causing it.
His free hand splays across my back, holding me steady.
“Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kellan. Back-and-forth. You’ll get what you want, but I want you to work for it.
I want you to show me how much you need it. ”
“I will,” I moan as I start to push my hips against his hand.
Slow at first, but then I start to pick up a rhythm.
Maybe I’ll never truly understand why being ordered around gets me going, but it doesn’t matter.
Because with a partner like Wells, I’m able to give myself over fully without worry.
“Do you like me on all-fours for you?” I tease.
My abs clench when he ruts into me, his fingers finally starting to move.
It’s an incredible feeling, to be filled like this. His hand’s still on my back, but it shifts up to my shoulder. His fingers wrap around my delt, holding me in place. “Best view of my life,” he grits out at the same time his fingers curl upwards.
He hits me at just the right angle, and my knees buckle. But I don’t want to come yet. I’m staving it off, breathing deeply as I push out, “I can take you. I want to take you, Wells.”
His fingers stop moving, and I wonder if I’ve said something wrong.
Broken some kind of rule. But the only guidebook I have for what we’re doing is what feels good, and I just know that our bodies being fully pressed against one another, with his cock burrowing into me, would be the height of euphoria for me.
I look over my shoulder, searching his eyes. I’m mesmerized by the deep green. His jaw is clenched tightly, and his nostrils flair. I’m worried he’s going to shut me down, except then he says, “Are you sure?”
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
I don’t know why I was afraid that Wells wouldn’t want this.
He reaches past me quickly and opens the drawer on his end table, pulling out a condom.
It’s rolled over his tip and down his shaft within seconds, and I refuse to think about how he got so practiced at that motion.
I push the thought away. Because whatever someone did for him before is irrelevant, except that I’m going to do it better.
I’ve always had a bit of a competitive streak, and this is no different.
He takes in a deep breath as his hands come down to rest on my hips, drawing soft lines along my skin, almost reverently. His hands still. “I’ll be gentle, but let me know if it gets to be too much.”
I’d staved off the emptiness, but it’s back now. I need him, desperately. To fill me. To fuck me. To own me. I dip my head and push my knees out as far as they can go. “I want this,” I confirm again.
Because I do. I really, really do.
There’s a moment, when everything’s in suspended animation. I don’t breathe. Don’t move. I’m terrified this won’t happen, and I can’t stand the possibility. I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted something so badly, like it’s been imprinted on every strand of my DNA and it’s all that I can focus on.
I release the longest exhale of my life when his tip pushes against my hole for the first time, nudging inward.
Wells’ hand splays across my back. “Like that. Just breathe. Let your body do the work for you,” he coaches.
My cock roars to life again, and I bring one of my hands up so that I can get some relief.
There’s a sharp bite of pain that only makes me harder. “Keep going,” I beg, knowing that he’s inching closer to where I need him most.
“You think you can take all of me?” He asks, both a question and a challenge.
My breathing is already ragged. “Wells, please.”
I wish that I could see him. Next time we do this, I want us to be facing one another, so that I can see all the emotion flashing across his gorgeous face.
Right now, I have to settle for the feeling of his thighs straining against my own as we’re bracketed together.
How his fingertips start to dig into my back insistently while he continues easing into me.
I can hear his own sharp inhales, timed with when I envelope more of his pulsing cock.
When he’s inside of me up to his balls, he starts pumping his hips. I feel like I might pass out from how good it feels, as his tip brushes against my prostate with each new thrust. And then he moans. Bracketing my hips with his hands again, he starts rocking harder against me.
I meet each thrust with matched enthusiasm, my own release just out of reach. I need him to come first. I can’t stand the idea of anything else. “Take what you need. Take it all.”
I wish he was coming inside of me, without the condom as a barrier, as I feel him start jerking erratically against me. Strangled moans are coming out of his usually tempered lips, and I let myself be swept up in the rush.
I’m so close. So close. Just another second, as I keep him inside of me, wanting to milk every last drop from him.
“Don’t come,” he commands.
My whole body flushes. “Wells.” It’s a plea, even as I still my hand.
He eases himself out of me, and I feel the strangest sense of loss and emptiness. Like the world is only right when we’re together. Connected.
“Turn over, Kellan. Let me see you.”
Blood is rushing through my ears, but I hear him well enough to comply.
At the moment my back is flush with the mattress, he’s on top of me.
His lips envelope my cock, and he’s sucking me off like his life depends on it.
It’s wet and messy an god… so fucking incredible.
His fingers are skimming down my thighs, my muscles clenching in his wake.
I burrow my fingers in his hair, rubbing against the softness while he controls the pace and tempo of his own movements.
“Wells,” I say at the same time he licks at my tip, circling the sensitive area with purpose and precision. I can’t hold it off any longer. I’m gonna–
His voice cuts through the din. “Give it to me. I want it all.”
The need snaps through me like a whip. I start to come, shooting my load into Wells’ mouth, which he swallows with enthusiastic moans.
I’ve never seen–or heard–him like this. He’s a man possessed, and all I can think about is wanting to live in this moment forever.
And if I can’t do that, making it happen again as soon as possible.
I’ve never felt more spent in my life. I fall back against the mattress and throw an arm behind my head. I can’t think. I can’t move. I’m in a state of bliss that makes me feel even better than the news I got earlier tonight.
I register, somewhere in my mind, that Wells stood up.
He disappears into the bathroom, where I hear the sink running.
When he comes back, he’s free of the condom, which I can only imagine was filled with a massive load not unlike the one he just swallowed.
I pat the empty side of the mattress next to me, reassured when he slides into the bed.
His skittish nature seems to be waning, but I’m still not completely sure which version of him I’ll get at times. We just did something incredibly personal. The last thing I want is for him to be scared away.
He rests his head on the pillow, and I put my hand on his stomach before I can overthink it. “That was…” I’m trying to find the right words.
“Explosive,” Wells supplies, giving me a satisfied smile.
When I’m sure that he’s not going to bolt–I wouldn’t put leaving his own apartment past him–I relax against what I’m now convinced are truly the world’s softest sheets, letting my exhaustion wash over me.
It’s not long before I’m dozing off. I roll over and drape my arm across Wells, who must already be asleep, because he snuggles in closer against my body.
I bask in the warmth and comfort as we connect like we’re like two puzzle pieces fitting together, wondering what tomorrow will bring.
But, thankfully, I’m asleep before I can worry about it.