It really was just as well we hadn’t hooked up that night at the club. It would’ve either blown my damn mind, or it wouldn’t have been this good because we wouldn’t have spent all this time connecting. One-night stands were probably fun and all, but falling into bed with a man I’d been trying not to want, and then who I’d wanted so bad it hurt—thatwas hot.
He pushed himself up and gazed down at me. “If I fuck you tonight,” he panted, “are you going to be able to skate tomorrow?”
I brushed my lips across his. “I’ll be fine. Just… maybe not as hard as you would if wedidn’thave a game tomorrow.”
My own words made my breath hitch; the thought of Taylor moving slowly and easily in me almost shook melted my damn spine.
He laughed softly. “I can go slow. Maybe next time…” He trailed off, then claimed another kiss. I was a squirming wreck in his arms. I wanted him slow and steady, I wanted him fast and hard—fuck, I just wanted him in meright now.
“Next time,” I purred. “Please.”
He grinned. Then he lifted himself all the way up. “Let me get the lube.”
Taylor took his sweet time making sure I was ready for him. As much as I didn’t want to wait another minute, his fingers drove me wild too. If his slow, careful strokes were a preview of what was to come—oh, God, yes. Please.
Eventually, he decided he was done teasing me—I was long past ready by that point—and he stopped long enough to put on a condom.
And fucking finally, he was pushing into me. The instant he slid the head inside, I was dizzy, clawing at the covers and struggling to find my breath.
He ran a hand up my back. “You good?”
I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded, rocking back against him to try to draw him deeper. He steadied me with a hand on my hip, pulled out, and teased me a little more. I was just about to snarl at him to just fuck me already, but right then, he pushed inside again, and I lost my breath again.
“God, Vasily…” He moaned something I didn’t catch, and he swore as he rocked slowly in and out.
I had no idea what I was saying either, only that I hoped he took it as a plea to give me more. He wasn’t huge—probably the same size as me, give or take a little—and he was absolutely perfect. Just enough to blow my mind without hurting me. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted every inch of him, over and over and over, and even though his slow, fluid strokes felt incredible, I wantedmore.
“Harder,” I growled.
“Huh?”
“Harder.” But then my brain caught up, and I realized I’d slipped into Russian. In English, I gritted out, “Harder.”
His rhythm faltered a little. “I… I don’t want to hurt?—”
“Don’t care,” I breathed. “Please, Taylor.” I let my head fall forward as I rocked back against him.“Harder.”
He didn’t go harder. He fuckingstopped.
“Taylor, please.”
“I have a better idea.” He pulled out, and I whimpered in protest. But then he lay on his back beside me and ordered, “Get on top.”
Oh.Ooh.
Hell, yeah.
I straddled him and he guided himself in. We both moaned with need and relief as I sank down on top of him, taking him all the way inside again.
“You can decide how fast and how hard,” he murmured, sliding his hands up and down my quads. “Anything you want, baby.”
I gazed down at him and found every bit of my own desire gleaming in his eyes.
Anything I wanted? Fuck yeah.
I started riding him, and I started riding himhard. The bed shrieked beneath us, and I was instantly drunk on Taylor’s moans of “Oh, yeah” and “that’s so good.”
It was good. It was incredible. I hadn’t taken anything in over a year, and the intensity made my eyes sting with tears, and I just could not get enough.
