I leaned back and wrapped my hand around my cock. It was already half hard, and my easy, familiar grip brought me to full attention in no time. I started a slow rhythm, swiping my thumb over the head now and then to spread the wetness gathering there.
Nix moaned, and I looked over to watch him. His eyes were fixed on my lap, and he was matching my pace while he jerkedhimself. His chest rose and fell, his pecs sharpening with every breath.
“You’re so hot,” I said. “I love watching you do that.”
His eyes flicked up to mine before dropping back down. “You too. I like that thing you do with your thumb. Firm but gentle.”
I demonstrated, circling the sensitive ridge. He mimicked the motion, and our hands fell into sync. The only sounds were our breaths, the rhythmic rub of skin on skin, and a few soft grunts.
“Faster,” he whispered. “Want to see you get close.”
I tightened my grip and picked up the speed. The pleasure built slowly, a coiling heat in my gut. When my balls drew up, I knew I was close.
But I didn’t want it to end yet. Leaning over, I took him into my mouth. He let out a sharp hiss.
He tasted salty and clean, and his natural musk filled my nostrils while I sucked him. His moans turned into low growls while I swirled my tongue around the head. Then I drew him in deep before dragging my tongue along the bottom of his shaft on the pull-back. He set the pace, tangling his fingers in my hair and guiding my head up and down until his hips started to thrust.
He tugged my head back. “Don’t want to come yet. My turn.”
I groaned as he took me in. The heat of his mouth was incredible, and he knew exactly what I liked, how much suction, and where to press his tongue. When he sucked me deep and relaxed his throat, my hips bucked off the couch. I was already lost in it, but as soon as the pressure climbed to an unbearable peak, he pulled off.
“Want to see you fly apart,” he said.
We sat back and angled our bodies toward each other until our knees touched. When we started jacking off, it was hard and fast.
“Thinking about last night after I got here,” I said. “How I fucked you so hard you came without touching yourself.”
He groaned. “Damn, that was hot. I’m thinking about how you fucked me that first time. Nobody had ever done it like that, and God, the look on your face.” Our gazes locked. “I’d never seen anyone so turned on.”
“Want to be inside you again.” My voice had turned raspy. “Tomorrow morning, before I leave.”
“Fuck me so hard I’ll feel it for days.” He thrust his cock into his fist hard to demonstrate.
That was it. The coil in my gut snapped, and my back bowed as the orgasm tore through me. It wasn’t a gentle wave, but more like a violent, explosive crash. I cried out as I shot thick, hot ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach. It was endless.
Beside me, Nix let out a strangled sound. His body went rigid, his hips jerking as his own release hit. He painted his abs in long, white stripes and threw his head back in a silent shout.
Eventually, we collapsed against the cushions, bodies sprawled against each other. Nix found my hand, and our fingers tangled. They were wet and sticky, exactly right.
We were a sweaty, spent mess, but as the aftershocks faded, the static in my head finally eased. We were still here, still us.
36/
nico
Three Weeks Later
The puck snappedoff Noah’s stick and slammed into the corner. Twenty-one thousand fans created a wall of sound that made it hard to think. Game six, third period, down by one. Win or go home.
I dug my edges in and pushed, my lungs burning as I chased the puck. Fox Painter got there first and chipped it past me with no time to spare.
Half a second late, Rossi. Again.
I cursed and chased him back the other way. My legs still had life, but I was lagging enough to matter. Pouring on the speed, I slammed Painter into the wall, grabbed the puck, and ripped a pass toward Noah.
Shit. The puck clipped a Lynx skate and skittered loose.
Theo shouted a warning as a shot rang off his shin pad. I spun, grabbed possession, and tore through neutral ice. The crowd roared as I crossed the blue line.
