“What’s wrong with that?” I laugh lightly. “I thought you’d be excited. Isn’t that what all you tops want? A tight hole.”
“One.” His fingers trail around my hip and over the round of my ass. He presses one of his fingers gently against my asshole. “You’re always tight.” He eases it in, my body still relaxed from our last round of sex. “And two.” He slides in a second one. “I like it best with you when I don’t have to worry about hurting you.”
“Babe.” I lift an eyebrow at him. “Have you seen this thing between your legs?” I grip his dick tighter for emphasis.
His brow furrows.
“Don’t worry. I like it. I like the way you feel.” I bend my knee and slide it up the outside of his leg. The coarse hair of our legs rubs together as I bring my leg to hook over his hip.
He pulls me closer, bringing our cocks together. I loosely grip them both in my hand.
“I don’t like hurting you,” he says again.
I slide my hand up and down our lengths, keeping my grip loose so it can glide back and forth more easily. “You don’t,” I assure him. “Not in a way that doesn’t feel good. I’d tell you if it was too much. And besides…” I take a moment to kiss him. “I’m a hockey player. You know I’m not fragile. I can handle you.” I slowly stroke us some more. “Iwantto handle you.”
He bucks his hips up into my grip as he kisses me again, then rolls me onto my back. I wrap both legs around him and we grind together in a slow rhythm.
“I want you,” I whisper into his ear. “Don’t hold back. Give me everything you’ve got.”
He grunts into my neck, then licks my skin. With his hand, he reaches for the lube on the bedside table and pops it open. He kisses me one more time, then lifts off of me so he can coat his dick in a generous helping of the lube. Once he’s slicked up to his liking, he guides himself back into me.
His hips still and I can feel his full length and thick girth. When we’re like this, it’s the most complete I ever feel. I never knew there was something missing until I felt the way that Gavin fills me up and makes me whole. I’m dreading being away from this. I’m not sure I’ll know how to breathe without his daily reminder that I’m his. That it’s me he wants to be inside of. That it’s me he wants to fill with his cum.
“Give it to me,” I say again. “Give me everything you have.”
He starts thrusting slowly, taking his time, letting the head of his dick drag back and forth over my prostate. My toes are alreadycurling. My hole is clenching and unclenching around his erection on its own, letting him pull out and drawing him back in.
His lips are attached to mine. He kisses me like he fucks. Long, deep, and slow, taking his time. Dragging it out. Drawing pleasure from both of us.
“You feel so good,” I tell him, breaking the kiss. “Don’t hold back.”
He rises onto his haunches and grabs the backs of my thighs. His thick fingers dig into my flesh as he pushes my legs up and back, exposing me better. The new angle is a dream, applying even more pressure to my prostate. I grab my cock and start stroking in time with his thrusts. He watches my hand work and picks up the pace.
“Show me,” he says and starts pounding into me, fast and strong. “Show me how much you like this. I want to see you come.”
“Keep fucking me like that,” I say, struggling to speak as I withstand his might. “I’m close. So close.”
“Come for me, Connor.” His rhythm starts to become erratic. He’s chasing his own release, but I know he likes me to come first.
I speed up my hand, rubbing my thumb over the head of my dick and collecting beads of pre-cum with each pass. The pressure begins to build, and my balls draw up and tighten. I feel my rim clench tight around him, squeezing him as I explode. My cum waterier now as it’s the second time, splashes across my chest in quick spurts.
“Fuck,” he grunts and pounds harder.
“Come in me, Gavin,” I encourage. “Come in me deep so it stays inside.”
He stares right at me, and his jaw goes slack, letting out a series of deep moans as he empties himself inside me again.
Gavin
Sweden put up a fight tonight, but in the end, we beat them three to two. With this win, and the last game now upon the Olympics intwenty-four hours, the press have finally started to focus less on my sex life and more on the matchup between the two biggest hockey countries in the world. Like they should have been doing all along.
The only person who seems to still hold focus on me is Connor Sr. Well, him and my own dad, who seems to think he’s here as my personal security, even though I don’t need him. But I guess some things never change. Since the moment he found me alone in that apartment with my mother lying dead, he’s done everything he can to make up for it. His nonexistent debt to me was paid a long time ago, but he’ll never believe that. He’ll always hold onto that guilt, no matter how many times I tell him it’s unnecessary.
I’m not complaining. I love having him here and I enjoy the familiar comfort of having him in my corner. I also love that he gets to watch me play on this world stage. I wish I could talk him into moving to Buffalo so he could watch me play in person more often, but I also know he’ll never leave Alaska. It’s his home. It’s in his blood. Truthfully, I feel the same. It’s why I’m drawn to it every summer. Or at least I usually am. But this year, I don’t know. For the first time I’m going to have to choose between who I love and where I love. Unless I can combine the two.
“What are your plans for this summer?” I ask Connor. We’re sitting at a little hole-in-the-wall sandwich shop on the opposite side of Milan from the Olympic Village and the subsequent spotlight with my dad. Tomorrow is going to be a whirlwind of a day and the three of us want to take some time to enjoy each other’s company before life spins out of control and we’re thrown instantly back into the real world as the Olympics come to a close at the end of our game.
“Hopefully spending it with you,” Connor says, then immediately starts biting his lip like that’s not what I want for us as well.
