31. Maddox #2
We’re both impatient and it shows. I desperately want him in me, but despite me wanting to rush him, he preps me agonizingly slowly.
He always does. When it comes to this, he treats me as if I’m fragile, even if I’ve tried convincing him otherwise before.
But it’s one of those battles I’m never going to win.
So I lie back and muffle my moans with my hand, letting him press his fingers in me, and he doesn’t stop until my legs are shaking and I’m practically begging him to believe me when I say I’m ready.
When he’s finally inside me, the drag of his bare cock in me makes me forget that we’re in a dorm with thin walls. I throw my head back and groan.
“Keep it down,” he whispers, though he’s smiling so wide I can tell he likes it. I glower at him and press my lips tight, and he lets out a soft laugh and leans down. He muffles my noises with his mouth instead, swallowing them, licking into my mouth and murmuring the filthiest things.
He attempts to prolong it. I can tell because when he’s close to coming—when we both are—he slows down and grips the base of his cock, evening out his breath.
I can’t even berate him about it because he distracts me by stroking me, tight and slick enough to keep me whimpering, but too slow to actually get me anywhere.
“Killian,” I grit out, clutching his arms. “Please.”
My boyfriend’s eyes sparkle, and he gives me that impish smile of his.
He sits up on his knees and yanks me closer by my thighs, and I grunt as he finally gives me what I want.
What I need. Killian thrusts into me in deep and quick movements, and the bedframe rattles underneath our weight. I’m concerned it’ll break apart.
Without his mouth over mine, keeping me quiet, I let out the loudest, raspiest moan.
My orgasm hits me all at once, electricity coursing down my spine, drawing my balls tight, and I spill onto my chest and stomach.
Killian follows me not long after, saying my name in a drawn out way, and I force myself to snap my eyes to him.
I need to see him. Need to see the way his eyebrows crumple together and how the sinews of his neck tighten as he comes.
His mouth drops open and a bead of sweat falls down his chest when he comes, spilling into me.
I feel full. Satiated.
“God, Maddox,” he whines, falling on top of me. He keeps himself from crushing me by holding himself up with his elbows on either side of my head, and I tip my chin up to meet his mouth with mine.
I kiss him slowly as he slips himself out of me. Normally, I hate this part. I hate how empty it makes me feel afterward. But… as he pulls out completely, his cum leaks out of me and down my crease. I grit my teeth. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Love you, babe,” he says, kissing me on the nose, and my heart does a funny jump again. I wonder when it’ll stop doing that. Because now that Killian has said it, it looks as if he’s never going to stop.
Not that I can complain.
“Love you,” I murmur, almost too soft to be heard, but I know he catches it. The way a smile spreads across his face makes it obvious he did.
** *
After another round where I’m left sweating and limp, Killian carries me to his en suite bathroom for a shower.
“You like this,” he breathes. He’s holding me with only one arm, my legs wrapped around him and my arms curled around his neck.
“No,” I grumble against his skin. My traitorous dick can’t read the room though, and it’s already perking up because, yeah, my boyfriend’s strength turns me on. I know I’m not that heavy, but still—I’m a grown man and he makes it look so easy.
Killian snickers. He fidgets with the shower controls with his free hand, adjusting the heat, shielding me from the spray of water. I’d be concerned that he’d lose his balance and slip on the tile, dropping me, but his hold on me is so firm that I’m confident I’ll always be safe with him.
He finally puts me down and we take a shower together. And I end up on my knees for him, because, well—I want to. I don’t even have any excuses.
“This is all I have,” Killian tells me afterward, tossing some crackers at me.
Funnily enough, they’re the same kind I have back in my room.
I wonder if he’s always had these or if he bought them after I gave him some.
“I really don’t want to leave my room. We should order food for a late lunch instead. ”
I’m leaning against his headboard. Killian lent me one of his shirts, which is way too big for me.
It falls over my thighs and over the boxer shorts I also borrowed, and I don’t miss the way his stare keeps flickering at my legs and how he’s getting a hard-on just from what I’m wearing.
Jesus. A jock’s stamina is something else.
Not that I can’t keep up with him. Killian didn’t bother to put on a shirt over the sweatpants he’s wearing, and his chiseled abs are making me want to go again.
“You’ve got hockey,” I remind him, forcing myself to focus .
“Ahh, right.” He checks the digital clock on his study desk. He should already be on his way to the rink right now. “I’ll skip.”
That makes me frown. “What? Why? It’s one of your last practices with the team… is that a good idea?”
“Sure. It’s just one day, and it’s not like I’m going to lose contact with them right after graduation.
” He grabs his phone and plops down next to me.
His phone’s background makes me pause. When did he change it to a candid picture of me?
When did he even take that picture of me?
Is that… the outside rink? The sky’s clear and blue behind me and my cheeks are flushed from the cold, and I’m leaning against the rink’s board as I stare at something off-camera.
Wha…? I give him a look to explain himself, but he only shrugs and pulls up a group chat he has with some of his teammates.
It’s not the entire team, just the group he usually hangs out with, and I spot familiar names in it, including Caleb’s.
Holding back a smile, I lean my head against his shoulder and take another bite of the cracker I’m holding.
He doesn’t seem bothered by me reading his messages, so I do just that.
Me: Not going to practice today.
Rhys: Why.
Me: Don’t feel great. Muscles are killing me. Must have been pushing it too hard recently.
Rhys: Really now. You sure you’re not tired for other reasons?
“Why does Rhys sound moody?” I ask.
Killian shrugs. “He’s been grumpy lately because of his shoulder.”
I think back to what I know about Rhys’s injury, recalling what he had said back in the hospital and the little I know about these things. “It’s a partial tear, right? He was sure it was going to heal itself.”
“It should be better by now, but it’s not. He might need to get surgery for it.”
Shit. I’m about to ask more about it, maybe Google it for myself, when the next message that Killian gets make my heart stop altogether .
Walters: Schultz. Buddy. Walls are thin. You know that, right? Our entire floor heard exactly what killed your muscles today.
I let out an undignified sound, my cheeks flaring up, and Killian’s jaw drops. We exchanged wide-eyed looks.
“It’s okay,” he tells me. “They don’t know it’s you. I’ve had many people in here and—”
Irritation and what feels a lot like jealousy hits me like a freight train. “You’ve called me your boyfriend to their face, Killian. Why would they think it was anyone else?”
“Good point.” He at least has the sense to look sheepish at that. Killian gives me a crooked smile and tilts his head. “Sorry.”
I shrug, peeking over his shoulder again to see more of the messages.
Vega: Can you and the pretty boy keep it down next time? I was trying to take a fucking nap.
Me: I told you not to call him that.
Vega: FINE. Can you and Maddox keep it down next time?
Caleb: If you all don’t stop talking about Schultz fucking Madd I am going to kill every one of you.
I glower at Killian.
“Sorry,” Killian says again.
“Eh.” I shrug. “I’d rather they know it’s me than anyone else. You’re mine.”
And it’s that thought that settles me. It’s embarrassing that the guys heard us, and we’re definitely going to be more careful next time, but that doesn’t take away from the truth—that Killian is mine. It’s absolute.
Killian’s eyes light up immediately, and he holds me by the chin and kisses me.
“And you’re mine,” he says, and the way he sounds so proud of it makes me unable to hold back the smile that spreads across my face.
Unfortunately, our millionth make-out session today is cut short when Killian gets another notification. It’s a private message from Vega this time, and he groans when he reads it .
Vega: Walters is driving me up the goddamn wall. You have an apartment yet? Wanna room together?
“You’re looking for an apartment?” I ask. Jeez, just how much did I miss the week we weren’t talking much? Though, it does make sense since he’s not going to be heading to the AHL.
“I guess I should,” Killian mumbles.
“You… haven’t?”
“Nope.”
Is… is this my chance to ask him about something I’ve been contemplating for a while now?
Killian must notice my silence, because he tugs on my hand. “What’s on your mind, babe?”
“Nothing. It’s silly.”
“Aw, tell me.”
“Had an absurd idea that’s too impulsive, I don’t think it’s worth mentioning.”
“I won’t laugh,” he assures me. “And you know I love it when you’re impulsive.”
I take a deep breath. “Thought that we should just get a place together.”
“S-seriously?” His voice rises in pitch, and he turns to me with a smile so wide it must hurt his cheeks. Killian grabs me by the sides of my face and beams. “But you have a spot in graduate housing. You’ve been looking forward to moving in there.”
“Yeah, because it’s an entire apartment at a cheaper price,” I say.
“But… if we shared a lease, we could get something bigger, and a place off-campus. I’ve lived here for four years now, and the change of scenery would be nice.
Plus… I don’t hate the idea of waking up next to you every day.
” I huff a soft laugh. “But we haven’t been dating all that long, right?
It’s probably not a good idea to rush into it and—”
He cuts me off. “Maddox. I’ve also thought about it.
I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to put any pressure on you…
but no, we’re not rushing into it. We’re going to get married one day and get a house and have a family.
Kids, preferably, but if you don’t want that, then we ’ll get dogs.
Or cats. Whatever. We’ve never talked about it before, but I just wanted to put it out there.
Moving in together would be really fast, yeah, but I’ve never been so sure about anything until I met you. ”
Oh, dear god.
I still don’t get how he can say such things without even breaking a sweat. How he can be so genuine and unapologetic. There’s a fire burning in his eyes that tells me I should never have even hesitated to ask.
But because he probably thinks it’s funny, he grins and repeats the magic words. “What, scared?”
Smirking, I smack his arm. “Okay,” I say after a slight pause. “Yeah. Killian. Fuck… let’s do it.”
He pulls me, hands firm on the sides of my head, and kisses me with everything he’s got. He doesn’t stop until I’m panting and flushed, my lips swollen. And even if I don’t want to stop kissing him, I pull away to get a good look at him.
I murmur, “Shit, Killian… is this crazy? Are we going too fast?”
“No,” he says with no hesitation. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”