I groan as I ride him, grunting and moaning while I bounce on his dick. His super fine, fucking perfect dick. When I open my eyes to look at Etna, he’s watching me with such lust and desire in his eyes that another wave of fire floods my system. His eyes are glued to me, his lips are parted, and his chest heaves, making the muscles all down his torso flex and quiver.
He has his hands over his head, gripping the pillow under him while he lets me take control. He lets me ride him how I want to without his interference. Not that he ever really interferes. But I think he wants to take the temptation to urge me in any direction completely off the table.
But the way he watches me. God, I could get lost in it. Between that and the way I feel right now, I don’t ever want this moment to end.
Did I say his dick is perfect? I love how there’s just enough stretch every single time I sink down on him. The way he grunts when I clench my ass around him. I love when I grind down deep how he can’t seem to hold still and bucks up into me.
I love everything about this man. And I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
Leaning forward, I brace myself with my hands on Etna’s chest. It serves to ground me. Etna’s hands cover mine. A drop of sweat falls from the tip of my nose onto his chest as I bounce. In this position, Etna thrusts up to meet me.
I feel dizzy. Heady. The world feels dark and is filled with such immense pleasure, I’m going to drown in it. I’m not even sad about it.
“Etna,” I pant. “Your turn.”
He moves immediately, rolling us onto our sides and pulling out of me. I’m too tired to participate when he climbs behind me and wraps his arms around my chest, locking my hands in place. He has some fucking skill because he manages to line his dick up and slide right in again without guidance or assistance. I told him it’s a superpower. I’m pretty sure it is.
Etna takes over, thrusting into me with force. The pitch of my grunts gets higher and higher as my orgasm builds. The edges of my vision darken. Spots appear. We roll a little more and I’m practically pinned between Etna and the bed as he drivesinto me. The only thing I hear over my desperate, high-pitched grunts is the sound of our bodies slapping together.
Quickly. Getting faster. Harder. More desperate.
I need to touch my dick. “Etna,” I beg. “Please.”
He growls in my ear. The sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard. A low rumble that vibrates throughout my entire body, snaking its way through me like liquid poison following a rapid river. It reaches my balls, and that’s all I need.
My orgasm bursts, making my body spasm. A choked scream gets caught in my throat as the peak of pleasure rushes through me, flooding me until I’m nearly drowning, rushing out of me through every crack. Tears sting the corner of my eyes.
Etna buries himself deep inside me and I feel his dick pulse with his orgasm. He grunts, then groans. His grip on me tightens, making my ribs protest and my lungs struggle. His dick pulses again and I shiver at the thrill of it. Holy fuck, I love when he unloads in me. What kind of sick satisfaction is this?
There’s a moment when our orgasms have ended that I feel like we’re suspended in time and space. Struggling to catch a full breath. When I finally manage, we come crashing down onto the bed. I swear, there’s even a slight bounce. My muscles slacken entirely, and I feel like a blob of skin and squishy stuff under Etna.
His embrace around me loosens as he pants. A minute later, he slowly pulls his dick out of me. I grin and grimace at the same time when I feel his semen follow, now that I’m unplugged. His lips press against the back of my shoulder softly, over and over.
As we lay in the silence with the only sound around us our labored breathing, the world comes back to me. As it has for the last couple of days, echoes of rumors flood my head. Three days ago, I heard the first murmurings of Arizona talking about a trade this spring.
Fear fills me, and I close my eyes. “I don’t ever want this to end,” I whisper.
Etna’s arms tighten. “Give me five minutes and I think we can go again.”
I laugh and try to snuggle back into him further. As if I can become part of his body. “I mean… anything about this.”
“Good. It won’t. We promised forever, Keno.”
I chew the inside of my lip, giving myself just enough pressure that I feel the pain of my teeth but not drawing blood. “There are a lot of big things we haven’t talked about yet,” I say.
“Like what?”
“Well… Are we going to have kids? How many? When do we want to start? How are we going to have them? Are we going to change our last names—who will change it and when? When we retire from hockey, where are we going to want to settle down? What are we going to do after hockey? What if one of us is traded?”
The last question makes my breath catch and I close my eyes.Wow. Saying it out loud made me feel like it was just around the corner. A threat looming in the distance.
Etna lets me go and my body jerks with the sensation that I’m falling. For one wild second, the world feels like it’s falling away, and I begin to flail until Etna comes back down on me. This time, we’re face to face.
“Such interesting places your mind goes after an orgasm,” Etna says, a teasing smile on his lips.
I sigh. “Sorry. I just… there’s been whispers. Even Toby Eads’ feed commented on talks of an Arizona trade. He’s making predictions.”
“He predicted Patrick and/or Julian. I’m not sure he’s got it right for either of them.”
