“Becks!” He tries to move, to swivel his hips but he can’t. Viktor’s completely at my mercy.
I drive in so deep, there can’t be a place I don’t touch. I want to fuck him so hard it’s branded on his soul who he belongs to.
“You look so pretty with my cock stretching you open. And you feel so good. So fucking tight and hot.” My body is slick with sweat, and the room fills with the sounds of our ragged breathing and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
I take in Viktor’s reflection in the mirror. His face contorts in pure ecstasy, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Becks, please, I need to come.”
“Not yet.” I lean over, my chest to his back, and rut him harder, reaching underneath to tug on the nipple clamp chain. “You’re mine, Viktor. Say it.”
He whimpers, his body trembling. “I’m yours.”
“Louder. I want to hear you scream it.”
“I’m yours! Only yours!”
My body’s on fire, but it’s more than that. The way he’s taking me, trusting me . . . I don’t want anyone else.
Ever.
Heat burns me from the inside out, my thrusts erratic as I slam into him over and over. Reaching underneath, I grip his length firmly, stroking him fast and hard.
“Come with me, baby. Come with me,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.
Viktor’s body tenses, and with a final, powerful thrust, we both shatter. His cries mix with my own, the intensity of our release leaving us both breathless and spent.
Slowly, I pull out, careful not to hurt him. Viktor’s body is limp, his breathing steady and eyes closed. I reach out and brush a lock of hair from his forehead, smiling softly as he leans into my touch.
“Let me get you out of these,” I murmur, reaching for the restraints.
I carefully unclip each snap hook, and he sighs in relief, his body relaxing further as I remove all the leather cuffs.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice gentle, scanning his face for any signs of distress.
He nods, his eyes still closed. “Yeah. More than okay. Do you always play like that?”
I press a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, and finally to his lips. “Not always. You handled it well.”
After cleaning us up, I grab one of my sweatshirts from the closet and help put it on him before I climb under the covers, pulling him close, knowing with every fiber of my being this is the way every night should end, that he is my end.
Chapter 18
Beckett
The crisp autumn breeze nips at my cheeks as I step out of the Uber, its coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of the car's interior. I pull my jacket tighter, shielding from the chill while balancing the weight of the groceries in my arms as I stride toward my apartment.
I love the days where we only have practice once. It gives the players time to recover, but also affords me time to do things like cook dinner for Viktor. While we’re careful to keep our relationship hidden, I still want it to be more than fucking all the time.
And he needs this.
My cocky, infuriating, beautiful brat needs to know he’s special.
Not to mention, I'm falling for him. Fast and hard, like a puck to the head. And it scares the hell out of me. It helps that Mouse has taken a liking to him. The sassy cat may hiss and yowl, but she purposely seeks him out too.
Tommy’s even happy about it. Though I can’t really tell if my brother’s happy I’m dating, happy I’m not letting Noah run my life anymore, or just living vicariously through me since he’s struggling to find someone.
Once upstairs, I fumble for my keys, juggling the bags. I should have about two hours until Viktor’s class are over. But the moment I enter the kitchen, any sense of joy is squashed.
