25. Novi
TWENTY-FIVE
Novi
I’ve never been this excited for away games.
We win our first one, which puts me in an incredible mood, and after one drink with the team, I head back to my room.
Colby should be back at the hotel by now, so while I’m riding the elevator up to my floor, I send him a text, written, so the two other people beside me don’t hear it.
Me:
I m bak
Restless energy sits on my shoulders, and I thought I got it all out during the game, but the closer it gets to seeing him again, the more the energy builds. These stolen moments where we get to be a couple breathe new life into me.
As soon as I’m in my room, I shuck off my suit jacket, tie, and take off my shirt. They’re thrown over the back of a chair as there’s a knock on the door.
And even though we have hooked up a couple of times now, I am nervous. My palms are clammy like I’m on my first rookie season of the NHL. That same season where I refused to think about everything I left behind in the AHL, and now what I left behind has caught up to me anyway.
My smile is completely uncontrollable when I pull open the door and see him standing there. His button-up has the top two buttons undone, revealing beautiful, silky skin, and his sleeves are shoved up to his elbows. He looks chaotic and messy, and it makes my gut twist happily.
“I’ve never worked faster in my life,” he says, voice dry like he has not spoken in hours.
I pull the door wider, and as soon as he steps through, I slam it closed with one hand and back him up into it.
“No shirt, Novi?” His hands run over my pecs.
I watch the way he practically drools. “Should I go put it back on? Maybe a sweater? Mittens? Beanie?”
“Shut up.” He leans in and catches my mouth with his.
His mouth is like a morning coffee. A zap of high followed by a deep, simmering calm.
I will never get enough of how he tastes, how he feels, the way his tongue wraps so deliciously around mine.
My hips pin him to the door, and I’m eager to get us both naked, but the kissing is too good.
Couples get to experience this every day, and I can barely wrap my head around the luxury.
“Novi …” He pulls back, touching his forehead to mine. Then, his fingers move to his buttons. I swallow as he follows the path down, undoing each one and revealing more skin for me to drool over. “You still want to fuck me?”
“Very, very much.” The second the last button is open, I push his shirt from his shoulders and tug it down his arms, then I bring our bodies together.
I hold him against me, face dropping to his neck, where I breathe in the scent of his shampoo and leave kisses beneath his ear.
My cock is straining in my pants, and the need for him deepens with every second.
Colby Kessinger makes my body hum with an electrical awareness that’s only ever belonged to him.
His fingers run over my shoulder. “Is this from that dirty hit in the third?”
I pull away reluctantly to see what he’s talking about. A bruise is blooming from my collarbone to my shoulder. “Da.”
“Ouch.”
“I like it. It is like decoration.”
Colby’s laugh tickles me. “Decoration. Okay. Why don’t I give you something amazing to like instead?
” His fingers thread through mine, and he tugs me away from the door.
Being separated from him feels like going backward to me, but when he pulls me over to the small couch and orders me to sit, I sit.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Hopefully not going to destroy any hotel furniture for one thing. Second … I’m confident this is going to give us a good angle.”
“Oh really?” I’m curious about what he has planned.
I extend one arm along the back of the couch while I pop the button on my suit pants with the other.
My eyes don’t leave Colby’s body. He’s still got beautiful shoulders and pecs, less clean-cut twenty-year-old body, more filled-in man.
The dusting of hair across his lower belly runs into his pants, and I follow the trail all the way down as Colby drops his pants and pushes his underwear down with it.
“I was going to prep before I came here, but someone was too thirsty .”
The way I downed that one beer proves his point. “I was not thirsty,” I tell him, drinking in the sight. “I was very, very hungry.”
Colby inhales deeply, expanding his chest, before letting it all out in a flood. “What a coincidence.” He folds to his knees. “Me too.”
I watch as he tugs down my fly, then yanks my pants from my hips and over my thighs. He doesn’t stop until he’s stripped me completely, and I spread my legs, letting him see everything.
“Damn …” he breathes, tongue sneaking out to flick over my cockhead. “I knew you were hiding an amazing dick under that towel, but it tastes even better than I imagined.”
“You thought about my dick?”
“Constantly.” He licks a wet stripe up my shaft. “I’ve dreamed about this goddamn thing and how it would feel splitting me open.”
“We should compare. Quickly. See if you came close to the real thing.” My hand finds his soft hair as Colby buries his nose in my balls and inhales. I have been on the receiving end of many blowjobs, but none that make me feel as wanted as Colby’s.
“So impatient.”
“You are not the only one who has dreamed.”
His eyes soften, and he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “See? You can be sweet sometimes.”
“I am sweet all the time.”
He climbs up onto me and straddles my thighs.
“You’re really not. Your whole thing is condescension and this weird sort of playfulness I’m half convinced you’ve created to fuck with everyone else.
And it’s all of that, plus the glimpses of your big heart, that attracted me to you in the first place.
The moments you are sweet? I’ll take them when they come because they’re all a bonus. ”
I like being a bonus, but I want to be sweet as well. Colby deserves sweet. And adoring, romantic, and someone who makes him happy. I want to be all of those things.
I brush his lips with mine. “You’re like my second gift, and this time, I know how to appreciate you properly.”
Colby hums, then lifts two of my fingers to his mouth and sucks on them until they’re wet. “Start now, then,” he says, sliding my hand down to rest on his ass, then guiding my fingers between his cheeks. “Be gentle, one at a time. Get me stretched and ready for you.”
I pull him back into a kiss. My cock is leaking out onto my abs as I skim my fingertips over his hole.
I’m flooded with arousal at the touch, careful not to go too fast, but when I press gently forward and my finger sinks inside, it’s one of the hottest things I have ever done.
Colby rocks back onto it, nudging my cock with his own, and I have to clamp my free hand down on his hips to stop him rutting against me.
With the way he’s tugging my hair as he eats my mouth, that would all be too much.
I take my time stroking in and out of his hole before I add a second finger. It’s fun to tease him, to feel the way his body reacts to me and opens for my thick fingers.
He’s panting when he pulls back. “Where did you put the lube and condoms?”
After the last time we were cockblocked, I made sure to pick some up and sent him a photo earlier of them tucked away in my suitcase.
“There,” I point to where my luggage is open on the floor.
Colby climbs off me and heads in that direction, and the whole time he’s gone, I’m fighting myself not to touch my dick.
The ache building in it is begging for attention, and I’m sure I could get away with a little tug, but I’m worried I won’t stop.
Nothing is going to prevent me from sinking into his gorgeous round ass.
He might be unfit on the ice these days, but he hasn’t lost that butt.
“Hold this.” He tosses me the bottle of lube, then rips the condom open.
My greedy stare doesn’t part from him as he rolls it down my length, teasing touch leaving me desperate to have him wrapped completely around me.
“You’re a perfect size,” he says, taking the lube. “I’m gonna enjoy this so much.”
“If I can last.” I’d like to think I have the stamina to fuck him all night, but I’ve never done this before. I’m going to be fighting myself the whole time.
“You will.” He kisses me softly as he spreads lube over my cock, then climbs up over it again. “And we’re going to have plenty of time to practice this. Over and over and over.” Colby tosses the lube aside. “Hold yourself steady until you’re inside me.”
“Fuck …” I wrap my fingers around the base, and Colby lowers himself, finds the position … and sinks down onto me.
My eyes roll back the moment I slip inside him. His body pulls me in, closes tight around me, and I sink into the man I’ve fantasized about from the moment I met him.
Once he’s fully seated, I let go, hands finding his hips instead, and when I look up at Colby, he’s grinning. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Indescribable.”
“Does it make me a bit of an asshole that I love being the only one you’ve ever done this with?”
Colby staking his claim on me? Hot as hell.
I could be bitter that I’ve waited my whole life for this, or jealous he got to experience it before me, or annoyed that he’s bringing it up, but when it comes down to it, I wouldn’t change this moment if I could.
Anyone he’s had before doesn’t matter because he has me now. “No, it makes you perfect for me.”
Our eyes catch as he moves, rocking slowly up and down, and I have to tighten my grip to stay in control. Every roll of his hips, every downward grind, every time his leaking cock slides against my body, I’m ready to let go.
He picks up speed, and it gives me the confidence to join in. All his weight is on his knees, and I tug him down into every thrust, chasing that moment where it all gets to be too much and I can’t hold out anymore.
“I never thought this would happen,” he rasps.
“I’m sorry.” I kiss my way along his jaw. “I was a stubborn man who missed out on so much.”
His laugh is husky and drenched with lust. “ Was ?” He kisses me before I can dispute it. “Just fuck me, Novi. Fuck me like you always wanted to.”
Our mouths slam together so hard that pain shoots across my lip, and our kiss is sharp and messy and driven by pure need.
He keeps one hand in my hair, holding me close, while the other reaches down for his cock.
The glossy tip passes over my skin as he strokes himself in time with my thrusts, the steady hum of his moans and grunts mixing with my own.
I want this to go on forever.
I never want to let Colby go.
What we have is risky and fragile and has the potential to blow up in our faces, but it’s also worth it.
Worth every minute waiting and worth all the sacrifices I’ve had to make to get there.
I only hope that when it comes to it, when reality pierces our bubble of hope, Colby will think I’m worth the same.
I’ve had too many years without him. I never want to go back to that again.
Never.
I pull back from the kiss, sweaty and flustered and so ready to come, and when I glimpse his blissed-out face, I make myself a promise.
If things ever come down to Colby or hockey again … I’ll choose him.
“So close,” he pants, head dropping back as his eyes close.
“Me too, Kotik.” Kitten.
I give him everything I have left, snapping my hips up to meet his thrusts as he strangles his cock to the end.
My blood is on fire with need, cock bridging that moment between pleasure and pain where it all gets too much. My balls are aching with the urge to come, and I’m worried I won’t get Colby there. Worried I’ll let go too soon and ruin everything.
The first splash of cum on my abs is like being doused in relief, and feeling it is permission to let go. I stop fighting, relax into the bliss, and my orgasm washes over me with cock-throbbing finality.
Colby lets out a long exhale before falling against me, like his whole body has deflated.
I’m still lodged inside him, not yet soft, and I seal our hips as close as possible to drag this moment out.
The sex was incredible, but this, after, the connection is deeper than I could have imagined it went.
My chest is light and bubbly. I’ve never been so happy.
His lips press to my temple, and I close my eyes against it.
I’m wrung out to every limb.
This is how life should be.