Page 50 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“You’ll see stars, I promise.” He licked a stripe across my hip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be addicted to me like sugar.”

I’m already addicted. Why won’t he do it already? Maybe if I say please?

“Sven, I need… oh,God!”

He scissored his fingers again, then moved them back and forth in my ass. The burn disappeared, replaced by a blissful feeling of fullness.

I whimpered—mon Dieu, hockey players don’t whimper—as a mix of emotions washed over me: shame because I was so brazenly desperate, and pride because Sven Holmer was about to fuck me. “Want me to be filthy for you?” I offered. “You can use me however you want if you’ll just fuck me.”

“You’re already filthy, tough guy. Look at you begging for my cock.” He slid his fingers out of me, and I moaned. He kissed my hip, then licked along the ridge. “What is it you want, Gagné?”

His rumbling voice set me on fire, but I clamped my lips together, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

“Gagné, what do you want?”

I breathed hard, still intent on not begging any more. He already knew what I wanted, and he was being a huge bastard by not giving it to me.

“What is it, Pip?” He traced his fingers down my crack, touched my hole, then drew his hand away. “Do you need another D-man to show you what you’ve been missing? How much you’ve needed a big cock up your ass? Make you beg for it every day?”

“Fuck you.”

“Mm, I don’t think so. You’re the one begging me to put my dick upyourass. You still want it, or should I jerk off?”

“Fuck. You.”

He moaned, and the desire in his voice sent chills through me. “Tell me. Do you need a Congressman to plow you? No Cuda buddies willing to do it for you?”

My response was a harsh grunt.

“Pip? Do you need another D-man to give you what you crave? Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck yes.” I tried to say nothing else, but he tracked a finger across my hole, and the tide of want made me crazy. As the words rushed out, I said anything I could think of to get him to stop stalling. “Pleasegive it to me. Your dick is huge, and I need it so much I’m about to scream. It’s thick and long, a lot bigger than mine. I love it. Please shove it up my ass. Ineedit, Sven. Please give me your cock.”

“That’sa good boy. Be patient. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“Now, please.”My voice cracked like I was fourteen. I felt so empty I wanted to cry, and I tried to think about anything but the insane craving. Before today, I’d have never believed I would beg for anything, let alone for someone to fuck me.

“Here we go,” he said.

“Umph!” The shock paralyzed me.

“That’s three fingers you’ve got. How is it?”

Struggling to breathe, I couldn’t answer.

He planted kisses across my lower back. “Try to relax, babe. Let me make this good for you.” He moved his fingers around and pushed into the flesh of my gland.

“Mon Dieu!Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The fullness was staggering, making me writhe, but the discomfort faded as waves of pleasure roiled around in my gut. “Don’t stop.” My voice cracked again.“Please.”He changed his angle, pressing more firmly into my gland, and I begged,“Please give it to me.”

“Fucking shit.”

His voice was choked with need. He was as excited as I was, so why the almighty fuck was he torturing me like this? “You want it too, Sven. Do it.”

“A little longer. Got to be sure you’re ready. You like having my fingers up your ass, don’t you?” When I didn’t answer, he prompted me again. “Say it, or I’ll stop. Tell me how much a big, bad hockey player likes having my fingers in his ass.”

I closed my eyes, the pure, wanton lust like a fire engulfing me.Don’t answer him,I thought. Then, in a choked voice, I said, “God, I love it.”

He pulled his fingers almost all the way out, then pushed inside again. “Tell me what you love, Pip, or I’ll stop.”

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