Page 66 of Grief & Glitter

“Grab whatever you need to make the night good for you.” He kissed me on the mouth tenderly and eased away from my greedy arms. “See you at my place.”

“Yeah, see you.” I sighed dreamily as he stepped out of the room and was barraged by several players asking him what color lipstick he was wearing. Oops. Guess that new color from the drugstore was not kiss tested. That’s what you get from a tube of lipstick that was only two bucks. You get what you pay for, as they say. Nothing else from the drugstore. Well, not makeup. I was making a mad dash to the sexual wellness aisle of the nearest pharmacy as soon as I could get out the door.

Somewhere behind me, someone—Bob—was bellowing like a mad bull about shaving cream in his practice boots. I hightailed it out of the rink before Bob exploded like an atomic bomb all over our goalie.

We had three hours.

One hundred eighty minutes to run home, change from gross work clothes to something femme, grab “stuff,” race to the pharmacy for more “stuff,” and sprint to Gids’ place to use “stuff.”

He was just toeing off his sneakers in the foyer when I arrived, breathless, with a bag of sex necessities and a bag of clothes. He glanced down at one, then the other, an eyebrow cocking up as I tossed my overnight—plus things—onto the floor and launched myself at him. Door hanging wide open, cold air wafting in, I leaped on the man like a hungry chicken on a cricket. He grunted softly as he caught me, big hands coming up to cradle my ass as I wrapped my legs and arms around him and ravished his mouth. There was an awkward moment when he had to move to one side to lift a foot to kick the door shut, but after that it was smooth sailing all the way down the hall to the bedroom.

He tasted like a dark, bitter chocolate drink, most likely a sports recovery drink of some sort. It was lush combined with his natural taste. I licked in deep, whimpering softly as we bounced off a doorjamb.

“Ugh, sorry,” he mumbled, then resealed our lips as he toted me pretty effortlessly to his bed. Big, soft, unmade. Ready for love.

“Toss me… ravish me,” I whispered between long, wet kisses. I let go. He gave me a light fling. With a tiny squeal, I hit the mattress, bounced once, and lay there like the wanton that I was. Legs spread, I showed lots of thigh as my skirt slithered down from my knees to expose lots of tender, hot things that his sapphire gaze latched onto. My cock pressed against a lacy thong of dark green, balls tucked tight in the little triangle of cloth. He fixated on what lay between my legs as my eyes roamed over the gray fleece pants he was wearing. “That tee and those bottoms have to go.”

“Bossy,” he said, but stripped with the speed of a cobra strike. Within seconds, he was naked. I wet my lips. “Your turn.”

“Gladly.” I sat up to peel my sweater and his hoodie off, tossing them to the corner of the rumpled bed while maintaining eye contact. Then I reached to the side to tug down the zipper on the warm wool skirt. He stood rooted to the ground, prick standing out proud, fat red head smeared with precum. My mouth watered. Slowly, I wiggled free of the woolen material and laid it next to me. “I’m cold now. Can you heat me up?”

He paused. I waited. The longer the silence went on, the clumsier the moment became. Finally, when I was about to ask if I’d done something wrong, he spoke.

“I’ve never done this with a guy before.”

Oh. Okay. “It’s just like with a girl, but with the need of some artificial slipperiness.” I lay back down, opened my legs, and let his gaze feast on my bounty. He licked his lips.

“I’ve not had much experience with women either. A few times in college, but they weren’t great. I’d been drunk, and they were nameless. It wasn’t great.”

“It will be with us. We love each other. Now come lie down beside me. I’ll show you what goes where,” I purred, and he blushed as he placed one knee on the bed and then the other.

“I know where it goes, Ry,” he replied, moving over me, then dropping his head to draw a nipple into his mouth. I keened, arched up, and grabbed his high, round hockey player ass cheeks. Mm, they were perfect. Firm globes that he flexed a time or two as he nipped and suckled on one peak, then the other. I was close to losing all coherent thought when he moved up, his mouth capturing mine, his tongue demanding entry. As if I would ever deny him.

“I love you under me,” he gruffly said as he went to settle between my legs. I shook my head and got a puzzled look. “Don’t you want to do this? We don’t have to. If you change your mind, just say so and⁠—”

“Gideon, I desperately want you inside me.” His eyes darkened from sapphire to navy blue. “I want to ride you.”

That made him huff like a buck in rut. With a move that any wrestler would approve of, he flipped us both over. The bed smacked into the wall when we landed.

“There, all better,” he said, voice smoky with lust.

“Mm-hmm, very much better.” I sat back, my ass resting on a hot length of meat. His gaze ran from my face down to my dick and back up. “I want you to help me get ready for your cock.”

“Shit,” he choked out, his dick twitching eagerly under my balls.

“Hand me the bag beside your head.” I ran my hands up over my chest, toying with my nipples as he stared in wanton wonder.

“There’s a bag beside my head?”

I giggled softly, pointed, and let my fingers skim over the curls of red on my chest before delving down to burrow into the darker red bush at the base of my prick. “I don’t know what a bag is right now.” He was too cute. With a soft moan, I brushed my fingers along my dick. Gideon’s cock throbbed and juiced, the slick a warm spot that I began rubbing my taint over. His eyes rolled back at that friction. “Christ… shit…”

“Gideon, the bag, baby,” I whispered and rolled my hips. He slapped a hand around on the pillows, knocking one to the floor in his blind haste. He shoved it into my chest and let his hand travel down my side, his fingers delving into the hollow of my pelvis then latching onto my dick. I gasped, nearly dropping the lube and box of Magnums—yes, we would need the big boys for my big boy—and rocked into his fist. “I’m really wired, so don’t… mmm, that feels so good. Don’t make me come, not yet. I want to nut when your dick is in me.”

“Then you should hurry because I’m close to coming from you just rubbing on me,” he growled, stroking my cock slowly but with just the right amount of pressure to keep me climbing Mount Pleasure. He was going to have to stop. Soon. So, I found a way to divert his attention from my leaking dick.

“Can you finger me open?” I asked, flipping the lid on the lube open and turning it over to squeeze out… well, nothing. Fuck. Me. Stupid safety seals. “Fuck.” I fumbled around like a moron, unscrewing the lid and pulling the tiny silver seal off with my teeth. I spit it onto his chest. That made him chuckle. I lifted his hand from my dick and coated it with slick. “Around here, baby.”

With my hand on his wrist, I guided him back around until his fingers skimmed my hole. A shiver rolled over me. He toyed with the furl as I ground down on his cock. Then, because we were both riding a roller coaster with no brakes, he pushed a finger into me. I moaned. He trembled.