Page 24 of Shattered On Ice

“Tell me you don't like it, and I’ll stop,” I purr, circling his hole with the tip of my finger. I pop the top of the lube, drizzling just enough on his crack to get him slippery, rubbing that in as I begin to work two fingers inside him. He pushes back against my fingers, letting me slip inside with minimal resistance. Goddamn, the squeeze is glorious. I give him a love bite on his cheek, and he moans, pushing back for more.

“I don't hate it,” he admits, rolling his hips to match my stroking fingers. “Oh, God, yes, there.”

I find his prostate, stroking the sensitive spot as he rocks onto my hand. I return my other hand to his cock, tugging in tandem with my fingers, which seems to short-circuit his brain. He makes happy noises to encourage what I’m doing. His cock grows harder in my hand, and once again, I squeeze to stop him from coming and pull my fingers from his ass.

He cries out in frustration. “I hate you,” he yells into the bed, voice a muffled exhalation.

I laugh and finally push down my pants. I’m ready to feel this incredible ass wrapped around me, my own patience wearing thin as the taste of him coats my tongue and I can still feel the strength of his pulsing hole around my fingers despite leaving his body.

The truth is, I’ve held myself back because I know the moment I enter his body, my life is going to change. I wanted to delay that as long as possible. But I’m only a man, and my best intentions can still be commandeered by someone beautiful with a gold medal ass that strangles my fingers.

I roll a condom on as Knight continues to curse me, calling me mean and a tyrant. I fist the base of my cock, pouring more lube on, before slapping the blunt head on Knight’s ass. “Are you desperate now? You want my cock to fill up this needy hole?”

Knight pushes up onto his hands quickly, his curses forgotten as he turns his red face back toward me. “Yes. Yes, you have to fuck me now. I need you so fucking bad, sweetheart. Please fill me up with that big dick.” He drops his eyes to my hand, and his eyes go glazed with need.

He called me sweetheart. He can have anything he wants.

“As you wish, mon ange.” I line up the head of my cock with his hole, as he stills, relaxing for the intrusion. The initial stretch is so tight, I worry I’m hurting him, but he starts chanting yes, telling me to keep going, and rocking on my cock before I’ve even gotten the first few inches inside him. I take my time, enjoying this first coupling, knowing that it will likely always feel incredible, but this time will be something special I’ll always think about.

Before I’m even fully inside, I know I’m absolutely fucked. Knight feels so insanely good wrapped around my cock, and we haven't even begun to fuck. It’s been slow, shallow thrusts to work my way inside him. When I bottom out, we both sigh in combined relief.

“I feel you everywhere,” he says, voice laced with awe. “How do you feel so good?”

I can't speak. I’m too busy holding myself back from losing my load and my mind at the same time. I take three deep, centering breaths as I work to control myself and not come immediately. I gently smooth my hand up and down his spine, watching goosebumps burst across his skin in the wake of my palm, and finally feel settled. I’ve had plenty of sex, but nothing has felt like this before, and it’s just getting started.

So much for casual.

I slowly draw out nearly to the tip, and push back in without as much resistance this time. The next time I withdraw, it’s smooth, and the pace gets faster.

Oh, this is gonna fucking end me.

I grip Knight’s hip in one hand and find his shoulder with the other, anchoring us together as I begin to move in earnest. He meets my thrusts, skin slapping as our pace increases. It’s a rapturous moment of bliss that has me threatening to blow with just a few strokes. My legendary stamina is no match for his fantastic ass.

“I won't last long like this,” I grit out. “You feel too fucking good. Touch yourself, baby.”

Knight maneuvers his hand out in front of him for support so he can use the other to stroke his straining dick. “Oh God, I don't even have to work for it. I’m so close I could come just like this,” he says, squeezing his cock without jacking, awe filling his tone.

“Then come for me, baby,” I beg. I need him to come before me. I want to spill into him as he’s losing himself.

“Oh, Westin, there, right there,” he pleads as I keep nailing his pleasure spot. He moans, head thrown back so the light from my nightstand hits the light sheen of sweat on his face, burnishing him in gold as he erupts, his ass pulsing over and over, while cum sprays onto the bed. Good, I’ll have him marking my space long after he’s left.

And that’s all I can manage. I roar, coming with a vengeance as he tightens around me. My vision blurs, and the golden hue silhouetting him intensifies until he’s worthy of worship.

I collapse forward, draping my body over his, staying deep and keeping us connected as I pulse inside him. I let the post-coital haze settle over me, realizing with absolute certainty that everything has changed. I will never be the same.

But Knight wants casual. We can't catch feelings. I’m a professional at playing through the pain and compartmentalizing my reality on the ice, and I have to do exactly that right now if I want there to be a next time. So, I take all of this—the rightness of his body, the safety of this house, the way he calls me Wes and sweetheart—and lock it in a box, shoving it away somewhere I’ll never be able to find. Whatever he’ll give me will have to be enough, no matter what my starved heart is screaming.

Eight

Knight

Loud voices entering the house catch my attention, forcing me to finally put down the book that’s held my attention captive for hours. What is Rook doing now? He’s had people over more often since the season ended.

“Knight!” Rook shouts from the living room. “I brought pizza for dinner.”

I sigh heavily and mark my page, knowing my reading is done for the night. I make my way out of my room and down the hall toward the raucous voices, immediately spotting Nico. But his eyes are on someone else as Rook walks past him with a stack of pizzas. When I round the corner, Westin is standing there, listening to Nico telling an animatedly story that has Westin and Rook cracking up.

Our eyes lock for a brief moment, but he just smiles and looks away, fully in control of himself. There’s no hint from him that we’ve seen each other naked, that he’s eaten my ass and edged me until I cursed him, and then he fucked me so hard and well that I saw stars. So I find my armor. Whatever I can cling to that will keep me afloat in his presence when I least expect it.