“You sure?”
I nod. I don’t want to waste another minute.
Noah lies next to me and pushes my leg up. His hard chest lines up with my back as he notches the head of his dick against my hole. Strong hands roam the planes of my stomach as he starts to push inside.
“Yessss,” I hiss out.
“Fuck. You feel amazing.”
Noah doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep inside of me. Reaching behind, I grasp his thigh and hold him into me.
“Fuck me, Noah.”
Noah takes my words to heart and pulls out before slamming back inside me. Warm lips press kisses into my back as his hand jacks me off.
Each thrust against my prostate has me ready to explode. Every nerve is firing on all synapses. My skin is buzzing.
This time with Noah feels different from any time before it.
“I want you to come for me, Graham. I want you to come all over this bed because it’s my cock in your ass.”
“Yes. I’m almost there.”
“You love my dick, don’t you?”
“You know I do.”
Turning my head, I find Noah’s lips in a savage kiss. It’s rough and hard as he continues pegging my ass. Closing my hand over his, I squeeze harder.
It takes a few more thrusts before I’m erupting over our hands. Ropes of cum spill out as I feel Noah unload his own release inside me.
“Fuck, Graham.”
“I know.”
Grabbing his hand off me, I keep him close. I’m not ready to let Noah go. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let him go.
Being with Noah, just the two of us, pushes every thought out of my head. This is all that matters. The two of us connecting.
The rest will come however it comes.
And I’ll worry about it when it does.
Chapter Eighteen
GRAHAM
“You’re calling that a penalty?” Coach Andrews yells at the ref. “If that’s high sticking, I don’t know what a high stick actually is!”
Boos are raining down on us as Coach is yelling at the refs. Bode is being escorted into the sin bin. His anger can be felt from here.
Since the start of the game with Boston, it’s been nothing but a fight. We’re skating hard. Have good control of the puck. But no matter what we seem to be doing, they’re ahead of us. They have a split second on us from where we’ll be and are recovering the puck from our zone that much faster.
It shows in the score too. They’re up 3-0.
It fucking sucks.
“Fisher. You’re up. Don’t let them score on another power play.”
