“Then let it happen.” He grins, and I chase his mouth, hating and loving him at the same time.
I wrap my leg around his ass, drawing him a few inches closer. “Stroke us together.”
He raises a brow, but presses in, trying it. “Fuuuuck.”
I smile. “Good, right?”
“Unbelievable.” He spits between us, slicking both our cocks so they slide together.
We both gasp, and it’s so deeply sexual. More than just us getting each other off. Our bodies grinding and moving together leaves me speechless. All I can do is watch. He squeezes and rolls his hand, and I thrust again, making him hiss in pleasure.
He groans down my throat, cock thickening. I’m greedy with the sounds he makes. I can’t get enough. I chase his lips, stroking our tongues together. Why does he taste so good. I grab at his arms, wanting him closer, inside me, but I don’t dare say it.
“You’re going to make me come,” Wolfe says, dropping his head to my shoulder, biting lightly before tilting his face like he’s looking between us.
Is he seriously watching us grind together?
I know it feels good, but for him to be watching?
The idea pushes me over the edge, and I lose it all over his hand and my stomach. “Wolfe.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs, strokes faltering while he bucks forward. My cum adds to the sensation, and his thrusts are divine.
He drives his hips in a craze, squeezing both our cocks, leaving me utterly spent and breathless. I love how rough he is. He’s not careful acting like he might hurt me. He treats me just like he does on the ice. I’m rutting into him, chasing his grunts and moans. He has no right being this fucking hot.
I near overstimulation but don’t want him to stop and nearly black out as he comes over me, sensitive and shuddering in bliss.
His hand stops, and we are left gasping the same air. He releases my wrists, picking up his head to look at me. His smile makes him so fucking beautiful. It’s unfair. I grab his hand, bringing it to my lips.
He gives me a questioning look, but before he can ask, I suck on his fingers, licking off our combined release. He groans, emotions washing over his face, from confusion to lust. Finally, he bites down on his lip. “Goddamn.”
“I’m not letting it go to waste.” My lips pull around his fingers in a grin. “We need to get cleaned up.”
“Is it better than that?” he asks softly.
“Is what?” I’m not sure what he means.
“Sex.”
“That was sex.”
“You know what I mean,” he says, and it finally occurs to me.
“Some guys prefer blow jobs. It just depends on what you like.” I cock my head, and before I can think better of it, I say, “Haven’t you had anal with a girl? You said an ass was an ass?”
He shakes his head slowly. “Never.”
“We need to shower.”
“You didn’t answer.” Wolfe keeps me against the wall.
“Yes, I did. It depends on what you like.”
“Do you think it’s better?”
I put my hand on his face and look into his eyes. “There’s nothing better.”
“I want that with you.”
