Chapter Thirty-Two #2
I’m almost panicked at how desperate I am to orgasm. But I want Sel to come with me. I need to feel his cum in my ass.
“Need your cum,” I grunt and ride harder. “Give it to me!”
“Finn!” he cries out.
I’ve got one goal in mind as I ride him like a bronc, and Sel fucks into me with the same fervor. He pounds my prostate with every thrust, and I completely lose it. My hole clenches tight as the orgasm takes over, and I shoot my load all over his abs and chest.
“Sel!” I shout.
Sel releases my cock and quickly grabs my ass cheeks, pumping into me as he moans my name. I feel the exact moment he lets go and hot gushes of cum fill me up.
Talk about being ruined in the best way…
Sel’s hands roam up my back, my neck, until he’s cupping my face and we’re kissing furiously. I can’t breathe and I don’t want to.
“Are you okay?” he finally whispers. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
A hot shower, a cold beer, and a steak sandwich later, Sel leads me back to bed. Good thing too, because my ass needs all the padded seating it can get.
“Stay right there,” he insists.
He steps out of the bedroom and returns a minute later with our Christmas gifts. There are two boxes with my name on them and I shake my head.
“I can’t believe you bought me more than one gift. What did we agree on?”
“I’m entitled to spoil my boyfriend.”
“But I didn’t—”
He leans over and silences me with a passionate kiss. When we finally pull apart, his sexy smile makes my brain melt.
“I forgot what I was saying.”
“Good. Start opening.”
Sel hands me a small box, and then a larger, heavier package.
“If you insist,” I reply and take the small box first, ripping the paper off in one go and throwing it to the floor.
“Messy in this too?” Sel quips.
I grin. “Get used to it.”
Holding the black case up to my ear, I shake it and listen. Sel elbows me.
“Finn,” he warns.
“What?” I offer an innocent look. “Alright, I’m opening, I’m opening.”
When I see the name Cartier on the red box, I pause. Shit, this is going to be expensive, and I didn’t get him anything nearly as nice. Opening the lid, I reach inside and hold up the gift. It’s a gold keyring shaped like a puck, with the NY Rush logo at the bottom.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I had it custom made.” He smiles. “You have my key, so I thought it was fitting.”
Then I notice it’s engraved with my initials on one side and his on the other.
“Wait, what’s the ‘A’ stand for?”
“You wanted to know my middle name so… it’s Ambroos.”
Say what?
“Wow, I thought Hubert was bad.”
He chuckles. “I’ll tell my mom you think so.”
“Don’t you dare.”
I pinch his shoulder and follow it up with a kiss.
“Open the next one.”
He taps the large box, but I have no idea what it could be. Without pause, I tear the wrapping paper with gusto and fling it away. When I push aside the lid and the tissue paper, I see what I think is a rash guard. But when I pull it out of the box, it turns out I’m wrong.
It’s a wetsuit.
“Holy shit, does this mean—”
“You, me, off season, Mexico.” Sel nods. “I’ll turn you into a surfer in no time.”
“I can’t wait! But Sel, this is too much.”
“No it’s not. It’s just the start.”
“Thank you, baby.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Hurry up and open yours,” I encourage.
Sel reaches for the last box on the bed. Unlike me, he slowly pulls away the wrapping, inch by inch, and carefully folds the paper when he’s done. Ugh, how can he take so much time? I could never.
When he finally sees the print on the box, I wait for his reaction. Is he going to like it or think it’s ridiculous?
“Special edition Scrabble,” he whispers.
I can’t help but grin.
“Remember when you showed up at my place at one in the morning and told me you couldn’t stay away?”
Sel nods.
“And you spent the night, and the next day you cooked breakfast and proceeded to brag that you were the best at Scrabble, and I challenged you? Maybe it’s ridiculous, and it’s not nearly as nice as what you got me, but I thought the game would be a fun holiday tradition we could share. Something only for us.”
He doesn’t reply, but I notice how fast he’s blinking. One stray tear slips down his cheek before he can stop it. I gently swipe his face with my thumb.
“Sel?”
“That night changed everything,” he whispers into my palm and kisses it.
“It did.”
He locks eyes with me, and like always, I’m shaken by the emotions in his gaze.
“This gift is perfectly us.” He offers me a smile. “I love it, and I love you.”
“I love you too,” I reply and kiss him soundly. “Remember that when I win the first game.”
“Cheeky brat,” he chuckles and swats my hip.
“What can I say? It’s a gift.”
The next morning
I’m not bragging when I wake up the next day and wince at the soreness of my muscles, especially my ass. Sel reaches over and rubs a soothing hand over my hip. Gingerly, I sit up. Okay, it’s more than a twinge of pain, but once I get moving and have a shower, I’ll be fine.
It’s nothing this hockey player isn’t used to.
Rushing to prove my point, I roll off the mattress and stand up, taking a few experimental steps. Jesus, my hole’s throbbing like it’s on fire, but I’m into it. My thighs and hips, however, are so tight that it’s going to take me a while to stretch things out.
“Are you sure that was a good idea the night before practice?” Sel murmurs behind me.