“I want you deep,” said Quinn, reaching back to wrap a hand around him and stroke firmly from base to tip, thumb circling the oversensitive head and smearing precum. “You’re so fucking hard for me. I can’t wait to feel you filling me up.”
August was trembling by the time Quinn positioned himself and sank down on his cock, taking every inch slowly, like he was savouring the fall. August curled around him with a whimper as he bottomed out, and he tucked his face into Quinn’s neck and panted against his throat.
He raised his uninjured leg to give Quinn something to use for leverage so he could hold himself up, and then it was August’s turn to take the lead.
The first thrust was awkward because he had to figure out how not to use his bad leg, but by the third thrust, he had a feel for it, and by the fourth, he was punching quiet moans out of Quinn’s throat.
August still had plenty of strength in his arms, so when Quinn gave permission to take over by going limp against him, he picked him up and dropped him back down on his cock, using him like a toy.
August was submissive for Quinn, and he preferred it that way. But it was always so hot when Quinn allowed him to fuck him like this. Like hewas a sex doll that August could thrust into as deeply and roughly as he wanted—and he would justtake it.
Quinn keened when August pushed in as deep as he could go and pinned him in place, forcefully holding him down as his teeth found Quinn’s slim shoulder. The mix of pain and pleasure had Quinn clenching around him so hard that August thought he might snap his dick off. But then Quinn’s hands flew to his mouth to stifle his shout, and he was spilling between them for a fourth time.
“August,fuck—come inside me. Please, please, please. I need it.”
Quinn’s voice was muffled, but the command was clear. They were still locked together, and Quinn’s hole was squeezing around his cock, so it only took one thought of cum dripping down bruised thighs to send him over the edge.
He emptied himself deep inside, his cock pulsing so hard that his head pounded along with it as he filled his boyfriend with his cum. He kept Quinn pinned like that, milking him while he swept his tongue over the teeth indents in his skin, moaning every time Quinn shivered and clenched around him from the ticklish feeling.
And when his orgasm finally ebbed away, they collapsed onto the pillows together, Quinn slumping forward onto August’s cum-smeared torso with a groan.
August was still seeing blackspots in his vision when Quinn lifted his head and smiled at him.
“Remember how I told you about that second ring of muscle?”
This wasnotthe conversation he wanted to have while his dick was still inside Quinn’s warm body, and everything was slippery, and hot, and—
“You reached it that time,” said Quinn. “Good job.”
August was getting hard again. How it was possible, he didn’t fucking know. Apparently, Quinn had a magic ass.
Quinn rolled his hips, grinning as he pinched August’s nipples until he hissed. “Save that thought. Don’t you want to see what your hard work earned you?”
August smacked his head off the headboard. “Then stop talking about stuff that turns me on, and dismount.”
Quinn scoffed, which didn’t help with the clenching, but then he rolled his eyes and slowly pulled off August’s half-hard cock. His legs were shaking so badly that August was surprised he could stand on them, but then Quinn shot him a mischievous smirk and began hobbling to the bathroom.
August moaned, gripping a pillow until his knuckles turned white when cum slid down Quinn’s legs, painting the insides of his thighs with so much of it that it dripped onto the floor.
“Look at the mess you’ve made of me,” Quinn said, pausing his trip to the bathroom so he could make a show of running his fingers through the sticky substance.
That alone was hot enough, but then Quinn had the audacity to bring his cum-covered fingers to his mouth and suck them clean, moaning in a way that had August’s hair standing on end.
“You know heart problems run in my family, right?” August growled, biting back another moan when Quinn tossed his head back and laughed around the finger in his mouth.
August watched him disappear into the bathroom, and then it was just him, his hard dick, and the NHL draft that he had completely forgotten about.
The Finch kid had been selected by Ottawa, which August knew would make Jin happy because he’d been carrying that team since being traded to them. He would have grabbed his phone to check the chat if he wasn’t covered in cum and sweat, but he was sure he would hear about it tomorrow when Jin showed up to terrorize them for breakfast.
August turned up the volume when the media group started talking about the new team that would be joining the lineup next season. The Halifax Citadels would be Nova Scotia’s official NHL team, and August thought it was about damn time, seeing as the province was a breeding ground for some of the best hockey players in the league.
The roster for the Citadels had a few veterans they had acquired from trades, but the majority of their guys were rookies—kids in their early twenties who had been drafted but had not signed with any team. That meant that the Citadels now had the youngest team and the youngest players, and a fuck-ton to prove.
August didn’t know any of them, but he was only just starting to remember the names of his own teammates, so that wasn’t unexpected. He would get to know the Citadels when the new season started because there was no way he wouldn’t be lacing up his skates for the first Vancouver game; he would bet the rest of his sanity on it.
August just had to make it through the next few weeks—through the trial that would end with Perry behind bars. Then maybe he could breathe a little easier.
“Why are you making a face?” Quinn said, plopping down beside him with a wet cloth. “Do you need more restraints? Maybe on your other hand?”
