I nod in agreement as the teams make changes and Roman heads back onto the ice. He told me he’s on their top penalty killing line, but right now they need to score—and that’s not Roman’s job.
I’ve seen his stats though, and he has a decent amount of points for a defenseman. He has nine goals and thirty assists so far this season—yes, I’ve looked up his stats, which meant nothing to me until I started doing my research. Roman is impressive.
No one scores during the power play. The other team is full-force. There’s 1:09 left on the clock. They’re at a face off. We win it and immediately bring it to the other side. Roman’s back on the ice.
We’re under a minute now, and the crowd is collectively holding our breath. It could go into overtime and that would be fine, but if we can end it now… we end it now.
There’s a shot. The goalie blocks it, deflecting it away. It’s passed to Roman, who passes it to his teammate that takes a shot. Goalie blocks it again, but it slides right to Roman—and he slaps it in.
The crowd is on their feet, roaring with excitement. It’s deafening. I grab onto Étienne as we jump up and down as Roman’s teammates celebrate by hugging him, smushing him against the boards. I so badly wish I could kiss him right this second. The excitement lasts for a long time. Minutes. Maybe ten.
They finally break up and skate by the other teammates, pounding fists.
Roman stays on the ice, ready to play the rest of the game. There are only seconds left.
They win the face off again, shooting the puck to the other end of the ice to kill the time. The other team fights their hardest, trying to get another goal, but our defense is just too good.
The timer hits zero.
The game is done.
USA is on their way to play the final game.
They celebrate on the ice. I feel their excitement from here, all of them huddling together, hugging, patting helmets. They know that if they got this far, they can go all the way.
And through all of his teammates, Roman somehow finds me in the crowd.
He’s riding his high from the win tonight, and I feel it when he slams me against the wall harsher than usual. Our clothes are off before we get to his bedroom. I blindly reach for the door, making sure it’s closed before he guides me toward the bed, lifting me and tossing me onto it like I’m a stuffed bear.
Roman crawls over me with a growl, his mouth finding my neck. He kisses and nips, his hands roaming my body. I scrape my nails down his back, pulling him even closer. I try not to think about the fact we don’t have much time left and just enjoy what we do have, because that’s all we can do.
His tongue trails down my body, licking around my belly button before he takes me into his mouth, moaning around my cock. It sends vibrations straight through my balls. My stomach heats, my skin vibrates. I tangle my fingers in his dark hair as I thrust into his mouth.
Roman’s large hands slide under me, lifting my ass off the bed so he can take me further down his throat. I moan and whimper, writhing on the bed as he quickly brings me to orgasm and swallows it all down. He crawls back up my body to kiss me, but I’m hardly coherent.
“I’d say the morning blow job worked.” He kisses my jaw, then my cheek, and my lips. “This is repayment.”
“Oh no,” I manage to say. “You need to come too.”
“You want me to fuck you?” he rasps out.
My stomach does a flip and my dick twitches just hearing him speak those words in that lust-filled voice.
“Please.”
Roman kisses his way back down my body, applying pressure to my hip. I get the hint and roll onto my stomach. He helps me onto my knees, spreading them wide. His tongue is warm on my balls as he sucks them into his mouth, then drags his tongue up and around my hole.
I gasp, lurching forward at the unfamiliar and sensitive feeling. With his hands on my thighs, he holds me in place and eats me like I’m his last meal. I enjoy every second of it, and beg for more, telling him how good it feels. That I don’t want him to stop.
He slips his tongue inside me, then adds a finger, his mouth dragging across my ass to my hip. I feel him get to his knees behind me; one large hand placed on my lower back while the other keeps fucking me.
“I want to see you covered in my cum,” he says, and I almost come right then and there from that visual.
I look at him over my shoulder. “I’m clean. I promise.”
“So am I.”
We hold each other’s gaze for a moment longer, and then I say, “So fuck me without a condom, Roman.”
