Kingston glared at Riley’s reflection in the mirror, anger burning through him when he spotted his sexy smirk on his equally sexy face. He wasdeadonce they were on the ice, but for now?—
“Love seeing you in this position,” Riley said, using his weight to pin Kingston to the counter while his hand returned to his cock, this time stroking faster. “Love watching your back muscles flex when you come. Love digging my thumbs into the fucking dimples above your ass. Did you know you have those?”
No, Kingston couldn’t say he’d ever checked out his own ass. Girls didn’t say much about his body other than when they were complimenting his cock and big muscles. Riley liked those, too, but he also liked to ramble about stupid shit, like his freckles, soft skin and nowdimples.
“Wish you were wearing your gear,” Riley continued, unaware that Kingston was barely listening to him as his second orgasm of the day began to peak, turning him stupid. “Wanna come on your back and mop it up with your jersey. Send you to do drills while you’re drenched in me.”
Sick fucker.
Riley was a possessive guy, and his ideas toclaimKingston were becoming more and more ridiculous. He’d lost count ofhow many times their teammates had teased him about the bruises covering every inch of his body, especially the bite marks on his neck. They thought he was dating a woman with a sadism kink, and even though Evans was almost as bruised as he was, no one had put two and two together yet.
Yet.
Kingston didn’t give a fuck if they knew he and Riley were screwing because the orgasms were worth it. The chemistry on the ice was worth it, too. Why worry about what other people thought when fucking his rival solved all of his problems?
So, Kingston moaned, hips wiggling and bumping against the bulge poking him in the ass to get payback for the awful dirty talk. He didn’t want the first time he took a dick up his ass to happen in public of all places, but maybe if he frustrated Riley enough…
His scheming came to an abrupt halt when Riley switched his technique, hand pumping in earnest now as he rocked his hips while panting loudly in Kingston’s ear. He didn’t know what it was about being pinned and licked by a man that did it for him, but Kingston was trying his best not to brood over it.
He didn’t want tothink, he wanted tofeel. He wanted to do something that made him happy for once, and if happiness was being dominated by a possessive, sexy man who was shit at dirty talking, then so be it.
“You’re about to come, I can feel it,” Riley said in a shaky voice. “You’re so fucking hot. We should do this before every practice. Make a tradition out of it.”
Kingston wanted to answer Riley with violence, but the asshole was right; hewasclose. The slick sound of skin on skin, Kingston’s muffled moans, mixed with the excited panting of the man behind him, made for a dizzying combination.
Riley was still talking, but Kingston wasn’t listening. The next stroke pushed him over the edge, aided by the sensationof a kiss pressed to his shoulder. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, and Kingston squeezed them shut before he could get too dizzy, legs shaking as Riley pumped him through his orgasm until he was feeling boneless and empty.
“Oops, you made a mess,” Riley said, chuckling softly before nipping Kingston’s ear. “Want me to carry you to the bench so I can clean us up?”
Kingston didn’t want toclean up. He could feel that Riley was still hard from where his cock was poking him in the ass, and that meant they had one more mess to make.
Nervous butterflies squirmed inside Kingston’s stomach, but he held his ground as he pushed off the counter and turned in Riley’s arms, glaring at his smirking face before he began to lower to his knees.
He had never sucked a dick before, but how hard could it be?
“Nope, we’re not doing that,” said Riley, placing his non-cum covered hand on Kingston’s shoulder. “I’m good. You sit while I clean, and then I’ll leave so you can have a few minutes to…reorganize yourself.”
Kingston drew in a deep breath through his nose and held it, wanting so badly to pull his hair out. He was starting to wonder if Riley was attracted to guys, or if he was attracted to the power he held over Kingston.
What kind of guy turns down a blowjob?
Riley’s expression remained firm—until he realized that Kingston was actually mad and not just grumpy.
“You’re quiet,” said Riley. “What’s wrong?”
Kingston let out the breath he’d been holding and gripped the edge of the counter behind him. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Riley’s eyes, which were brown in the red colour of the room, widened as if Kingston slapped him. His brow furrowed as he glanced down at his hand that was covered in cum, looking like a man who was lost.
“Of course I want to fuck you,” Riley said, his gaze dragging slowly up Kingston’s chest, to his mouth, and then his eyes. “Not here, but maybe when we go home?—”
“Maybe?” Kingston didn’t smoke, but he needed a fucking cigarette. “We’re not dating, and there’s no relationship, so why haven’t you asked to fuck me once during the last few weeks? It’s not like there’s a reason for us to go slow.”
Riley shrugged in a way that resembled Jake, looking pouty and dejected. “I know that. Sorry if I’m nervous about hurting you since you tend to swing punches before using your words.”
Kingston wasn’t a reader, but it had taken one Google search to look up the process of gay sex and feel comfortable enough to try it. Was Riley illiterate?
“We’ve agreed that I’ll be the one taking it, so why the fuck are you panicking?” Kingston asked, hating how his face flushed at the admission. “All you have to do is help me with the stretching and then put your cock in me. You don’t have to do all the cleaning prep or worry about pain, so what the hell is the issue?”
