Chapter 18
ANTHONY
West swallows, his throat working enticingly, then slowly lifts his arms.
Using the tension locks, I loosen the loops, then slide them over his hands and tighten them around his wrists.
He’s wearing a thin white t-shirt that clings to him in all the right places, and the contrast of the dark straps against his pale skin is so hot I have to pull in a breath so I don’t give in and just throw him on the bed so I can finally fuck him.
Instead I grip his bound wrists and pull him to his feet.
He lets out a startled cry at the sudden move, and I spin him around so I can grip his waist. He wobbles on his feet, but I just toss him onto the bed.
“What the fuck?” he splutters as he lands on his stomach.
I’m already descending on him before he’s even finished bouncing, and I press him into the mattress with my body weight.
His little gasp of surprise and the way he goes pliant under me is almost my undoing, and I let out a feral growl as I grind my dick against his ass.
He makes a sound that could mean anything and seems to sink even deeper into the mattress.
Using one hand, I yank the back of his sweats down and fit my cock between his plump cheeks. “You want this?” I ask, my voice thick and hoarse with arousal.
He moans and rocks his hips so my cock slides through his crease.
“Tell me,” I practically snarl. “I want to hear it.”
“Please,” he says on a whimper.
Everything dims, and the world goes hazy around the edges as I rip West’s sweats and underwear down until they’re around his thighs, then I pull up my mask as I lie between his spread legs and pin him to the bed with my bulk.
He’s already moaning up a storm for me as I split him open with my hands, and those moans turn into low, needy cries when I drag my tongue over his hole.
My plan was to take my time teasing him, but I’m way too close for that, and by the way West is pushing back against my tongue and crying out, he’s not exactly hating life right now.
“Oh god, oh god, yes, please, fuck, more oh god.” The steady stream of his strangled words spurs me on, and I’m nearly feral as I eat him out.
One of West’s hottest qualities is how he never hides his reactions, and he fully gives into the moment, and more importantly, he fully gives in to me.
“Stop, stop!” he cries and tries to twist out of my grip. “I’m gonna come.”
The urge to keep going to see if I can actually make him come with just my tongue is tempting, but I’ll save that for when I’m not so wild with need.
Reluctantly, I pull away from him, and he collapses on the bed with a relieved sigh, his cheek pressed into the mattress as he lies in a boneless heap.
Getting up on my knees, I pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and toss it on the bed so it’s out of the way. Then I dig out the packet of lube I put in there and lift it to my mouth so I can tear the plastic wrapper open.
West doesn’t move as I spread some of the lube onto my fingers, but he pops his hips up when I stroke them over his hole, so I know he’s still with me.
He moans and spreads his legs the best he can with his sweats still trapped around his thighs as I carefully work my finger inside him, He’s just as eager as I am as I prep him with one, then two fingers, and I have to kneel on the material of his pants to pin him to the bed and keep him from pushing back against my hand when I add a third finger to the mix.
I might not have the stamina to take my time teasing and edging him right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to let him take over or think he’s in charge. He’ll come when I’m ready to let him come, and not a moment before.
“Spread those legs for me.” My voice is a harsh rasp as I sit back on my heels and dig a condom out of my hoodie pocket. “Show me how much you want my cock.”
He spreads his legs so wide the waistband of his sweats cuts into his thighs, creating a deep divot, and arches his back the best he can with me still pinning his legs down.
Tearing open the condom wrapper with my teeth, I swipe up the lube packet I tossed on the bed earlier, and I’m so eager for him that I fumble a few times as I roll the latex down my shaft and spread the rest of the lube over it.
That definitely isn’t typical for me. I usually have no trouble keeping tight control over myself, but then again, I’ve never been with someone like West before, and I pull in a deep breath so I don’t lose it before I’ve even gotten inside him.
Leaning over him, I plant one hand on the bed and hold my dick with the other so I can guide my cock to his waiting hole.
He moans when I bump my tip against his entrance a few times, pushing just hard enough to breach him but not hard enough to dip inside him at all.
His moans turn into frustrated groans, and he rocks his hips impatiently, silently begging for more.
“So eager.” I rub my tip over his entrance, not giving him what he so desperately needs.
“Please,” he says on a low, guttural moan and once again tries to push back against me.
“Patience,” I tell him as I angle my hips so my dick pops out of his crease the next time he pushes his hips back.
“I want it,” he mumbles, sounding completely out of it.
“I know.” I rub my tip over him again. “And you’ll get it,” I say soothingly and push against him until my tip dips inside him, but then pull out as soon as he tries to push back on me again. “When I say you can have it.”
He lets out a frustrated grumble and grabs fistfuls of the sheets in his hands. The material of the restrains squeaks softly, and more arousal floods my system when I look up the line of his body and see the dark straps against his pale skin.
Steeling myself, I guide my dick back to his waiting hole. “That’s it,” I praise when he stays still for me, and push against his opening until my cockhead slips inside him.
We both groan as I sink in so that almost my entire head is buried in him, but I pull all the way out as soon as he tries to push back on me again.
“Did I say you could do that?”
He mumbles something I can’t make out, but by the tone, it doesn’t sound all that complimentary—or polite.
“What was that?” I press my tip inside him again. “I didn’t quite catch it.”
His groan is loud and desperate, and I can actually see his body tense as he locks his muscles and forces himself to stay still.
“There you go,” I say softly and keep pushing into him, sinking deeper and deeper until my thighs brush his ass. “You’re doing good.”
He makes a happy, snuffling sound and clenches around me.
The sudden tightness sends a jolt of pleasure through me as stars dance in front of my eyes, and I have to bite back my gasp so I don’t give away how amazing that felt.
Dropping down so my forearms are on the bed next to him and my legs are trapping his sweats against the bed, I slowly pull almost all the way out, then push back inside him in a long, fast glide.
He cries out and clenches around me, and instead of pounding into him, I find my rhythm, going as slow as I can while he whimpers and squirms under me. Then he glances over his shoulder at me, and we lock eyes.
His eyes are full of desire and heat, but there’s a dazed, faraway quality to them that shows just how deep into his pleasure he is, and damn if I don’t love knowing that I give him something he can’t get from anyone else.
And I love how he can’t stay away from me and keeps coming back for more, even when he knows he shouldn’t.
It’s as exhilarating as it is addictive, and I’m learning that while confusing West and messing with his head is entertaining as hell, it has nothing on seeing the moment he gives in to his desires and fully surrenders not only to the moment, but to me.
I manage a few more agonizingly slow thrusts, but the urge to not just fuck him, but fucking own him, is too strong, and I can’t stop myself as I start moving in earnest.
The slap of our skin is loud in the room, and so is the rhythmic scrape of his bed sliding on the floor and the bang of his headboard hitting the wall.
Anyone in the hall will know exactly what we’re doing, but being quiet is the last thing on my mind as I drive into West’s perfect body over and over, pushing us both closer to our orgasms with each punishing thrust.
The bitten-off words and garbled cries falling from West’s lips in a steady stream are some of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard, and seeing him under me like this, all spread out and taking everything I give him, is so hot I have to bite the inside of my cheek and try to distract myself with a little pain so I don’t come.
After another minute or so of fucking West into the mattress, a dull, burning sensation starts in my thighs and rapidly spreads to my hips and the rest of my lower body.
The burning quickly gets more intense, then shifts into a bone-deep fatigue, and my rhythm falters as the aftereffects of the game finally catch up to me.
I had more ice time than anyone else on the team tonight, and while I didn’t take any unexpected or hard hits, I delivered a few, and I won’t be able to keep up this pace for long now that it’s all catching up to me.
Abruptly, I pull out of West, and he lets out a surprised cry when I drag his sweats and underwear down his legs, then work them over his feet so I can toss them onto the floor. Then I plant one hand on the bed and lean over him so I can reach the restraint on his wrists.
He doesn’t fight as I loosen one of the loops, and his breathing hitches when I pull one of his hands free.
Then I sort of roll off him and flop onto the bed. It’s not a pretty or even a coordinated move, but it does what I need it to, and I land on my back beside him.
“What the—” He cuts himself off with a little squeal of surprise when I grab him around the waist and haul him over so he’s lying on top of me.
We’re face-to-face again, but I’m still wearing my mask, and he isn’t averting his eyes, so I assume it’s either too dark for him to see clearly under my hood or he’s enjoying the full effects of the mask.