My eyes flutter closed. “You have no idea.”
“Sure I do.” He squeezes just enough to make my hips buck. “I see it on the ice. In the locker room. You hold yourself like you’re afraid to beseen. Like letting someone touch you would make it all fall apart.”
I can’t even deny it. I can barelythink.
He kisses me again, tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hand works me harder, faster, in perfect rhythm with my racing heart.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “Letting go. Letting me take care of you.”
I moan into his mouth. It’s not soft or quiet.
But helikesit—I can feel that in the way his lips curl against mine.
“You gonna come for me?” he whispers. “Right here, like this still inside your sweats?”
I whimper.
“Use your words, Todd.”
“Y-Yeah. I’m—fuck—I’m close.”
He shifts just enough to murmur against my ear, his teeth catching my earlobe before he whispers, “Yeah? Show me.”
His hand stills, fingers tightening just enough to make me whine.
Then he shifts down, dragging his mouth along the curve of my jaw, to my throat, pushing my shirt up with his free hand and kissing down my exposed skin. “Not in your pants,” he murmurs. “I wanna taste it.”
I barely process what he said before he’s hooking his fingers in my waistband and tugging my sweats and boxers down in one smooth motion. My cock springs free—wet and flushed and aching—and the cool air makes me shiver.
Then his mouth is on me.
Hot. Wet. Deep.
“Fuck,” I choke out, hips jerking up instinctively, but his hands are already on my thighs, holding me down. Controlling the rhythm.
His tongue flicks under the crown before he sucks me in again, slow and steady, like he’s savoring every second.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, not pulling—just anchoring—because I don’t think I can breathe without something to hold onto.
“Logan,” I gasp. “I can’t?—”
He hums around me, the vibration shooting straight through my spine.
I break.
Hard.
Coming with a sharp cry, my entire body shaking as he takes it all—every last drop—like heownsit. Like heownsme.
By the time he pulls off with a quiet pop, I’m completely wrecked.
Eyes hazy.
Breath ragged.
Still spread open on his couch like a goddamn offering.
He looks up at me, lips shiny, eyes dark. “Told you I’d take care of you.”
