Chapter 27 #4
“Roll over and wait here,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me oh so briefly and slipping out of bed.
I reposition onto my stomach, heart racing with anticipation and impatience, even though Eric’s only gone for less than a minute.
His breath audibly catches in his throat when he comes back to the bedroom. “God, you’re perfect.”
Every time Eric compliments me on my appearance, I’m compelled to believe him. It doesn't matter how many times I’ve looked in the mirror and seen nothing but flaws. To Eric, I’m something special, someone worthy of his praise.
The bed sinks again as Eric returns, and he settles in behind me with a tube of lube and a condom. “Arch your back for me,” he orders, palming and squeezing one of my cheeks.
Without an ounce of modesty, I raise my ass, and I swear I can feel the way his eyes sear into me with unbridled, sizzling desire.
“There you go. Look at you.”
I blush and grin, brimming with pride. Goalies may be considered weird and awkward to some, but our bodies are flexible.
We look great in a pair of tight pants thanks to hundreds of hours of squats and weightlifting to keep our glutes in shape.
We work hard to maintain our figure—purely for the game, of course.
“What a sight you are. I could just spread you open…”
And as Eric speaks, he does exactly what he suggests: he spreads me open and leans close, his hot breath tickling my hole, making me tremble and gasp.
“…and eat you out ‘till you’re begging and sobbing for more.”
My fingers curl into the pillow, and I let out a soft whimper. Holy shit, yes please to all of the above.
“Oh yeah? You like that idea?” Eric chuckles and leans away like a total tease. “Next time.”
God, we’re already making plans for next time?
Behind me, a cap pops open and liquid squirts out.
Anticipation hums through my body, and then a slick finger pushes into my tight hole, moving in and out slowly to stretch me open.
When Eric touches the bundle of nerves inside me, a deep moan escapes my throat.
One finger gradually becomes two, then three, and I clutch the pillow tight, my eyes screwed shut.
I’ve never experienced this before, never given myself over to another person so completely, but I’m so glad I waited for Eric to be the one.
He treats me with such reverence, such care, and every so often, he voices his pleasure by murmuring praise into my ear, calling me his talented, extraordinary goaltender over and over.
I melt into the bed, shuddering from the way he touches me, flushed all over from the sounds I can’t hold back.
When Eric picks up the pace, his fingers fuck in and out of me while he kisses down my spine.
I rock back into him, seeking out more and more on every thrust. It feels so good, pushing the limit of being too much and not enough.
I can’t catch my breath, I’m so close to coming from the overstimulation, my mind fogging over, my muscles tightening—until Eric’s fingers slip out, leaving me empty, clenching around nothing.
I’m seconds from voicing my frustration with a pathetic whimper, but then I hear the tear of foil.
Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Eric rolling a condom over himself.
His eyes meet mine once it’s secure, causing my heart to skip.
He coats his hand in more lube and strokes himself, his cock bucking into his hand as if it has a mind of its own.
I can’t believe that’s about to be inside of me; I can’t believe we’re about to be joined in that way for the first time.
When he’s ready, Eric moves over me again, this time mounting me with his whole weight pinning me to the bed.
Chest to back, thighs to ass, his strong arms braced by my head.
His hips rock against my ass, slow and grinding, his length sliding along my entrance.
Each time the tip catches on my wet, messy hole, I swear I’m about to lose it, but I bite my tongue, needing to be good for him.
“Tell me what you need, James,” he grunts into my ear, his own restraint waning.
“Inside me,” I gasp, my voice carrying inside the privacy of the trailer. I don’t care how needy and desperate I sound to my own ears. I’ve waited so long for this moment, yearning to be taken and undone. “Please, Eric.”
“I’ll go slow.” His every reassurance comes with soft kisses between my shoulderblades. “I’ll take care of you.”
Eric guides the head of his cock in, causing my hole to stretch even further to accommodate him. I grit my teeth and grab the edge of the bed to hold on, my knuckles stark white.
“Focus on me. Relax your muscles.”
I follow his instruction, mindful to take deep breaths as he feeds more and more of his cock inside with every shallow thrust. He adds more lube, taking this slow, and the more I relax, the better it feels.
“There you go. Open up for me. Let me in, you feel so good,” he murmurs, kissing the nape of my neck. “Just like that, keep breathing…”
The praise goes straight to my cock, smashed against the mattress, helpless to the grind and friction.
I press back into Eric during one of his downward strokes, catching him off-guard and causing him to sink deep enough to bottom out inside me.
Eric hisses through his teeth as I clench all around him.
I’ve never felt this full before, smothered by all-encompassing heat.
He stills, letting me adjust to his weight, his presence.
A man’s inside me all the way, and I can’t believe it’s Eric.
When he starts to move, every full drive punches a moan from my lips.
Pleasure dances with pain, but I’m hungry for it, greedy for more.
I meet his thrusts as he rides me faster, harder.
Hips smack against my ass. The bed groans from the combined weight of two goaltenders.
Eric’s rewiring my brain, melding me to him until we’re one.
“You’re taking me so well, James,” he groans, planting a scorching kiss to my shoulder.
Whenever the sounds wrenched from my body grow frantic and high pitched, Eric slows his pace to a grind, letting me catch my breath and come away from the ledge. Eric teaches me how to control myself, how to hold on a little longer. It’s ecstasy, it’s agony, it’s everything I could ever desire.
The heat in the trailer is suffocating. I’ve lost track if it’s day or dusk.
All that matters is where I end and where Eric begins.
Tangled together in bed, we have all the time in the world.
There’s no expectations, no demands, no time crunch.
This is our vacation in our little neck of the woods.
If Eric wanted to spend the rest of our trip in bed, then I would let him take me until I couldn’t take more.
Eric wraps an arm around me and changes our position, pulling me backward into his lap.
Suddenly I’m impaled on his throbbing cock, somehow deeper than before, straddling his thighs.
With every bounce, my cock bobs in front of me, red and engorged, yearning to be touched by his big, strong hands.
He cups my cheek and turns my head so we can kiss, sloppy and breathy.
A bead of sweat slides along the curve of his jaw, and those two wicked strands of hair cling to his face.
“I’m close, James,” he murmurs as we kiss, tongues sliding together. “You ready to be good and come for me?”
I nod, my mind and body no longer my own, transformed into instruments for Eric’s pleasure.
When Eric touches my cock at last and begins to stroke, I can’t hold on any longer.
My head falls back against his shoulder, and I scream, my eyes closed as I shoot hot ropes.
I don’t even recognize my own voice, so separate and out of body.
Every lungful of air is full of Eric, his scent so masculine, a mixture of sweat, sex, and the lingering traces of his soap.
Eric whispers more sweet praise, his hot breath a brand on my overheated skin. He grips my hip tight and with two more hard thrusts, he loses control, groaning my name and spilling inside the condom.
Eric helps me back down to the bed, gracefully laying me against the sheets which seem cold in comparison. I’m exhausted and sore, warm all over, but it’s a pleasant glow, pure elation. Every inch of my body is so sensitive, tingling with every point of contact.
The bed shifts as Eric moves away then returns, all in the span of a few seconds. He slides in behind me and cradles me close, leaving no room between us. His palm caresses my chest and slides down, avoiding my waning cock to trace circles into my thigh.
“How are you feeling?” Eric asks, pressing a kiss to my neck.
I turn in his arms to face him. “Amazing.” I can’t stop smiling like a complete fool. “When can we go again?”
Eric laughs. “How about after a shower and some dinner?”
I answer him with a profound kiss.