Page 34 of Halftime

I realized I was a red-eyed, stuffed-up mess, but I wanted this. I wanted joy and pleasure and to forget the shitty stuff that was waiting for me when we left this room again.

“Please?”

He sat up and pulled off his shirt while I tugged at mine. I wrenched off my sports bra, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Then his hands were on my breasts, and his mouth slammed back on mine, and it was like the last year had never happened. We’d always gone from zero to sixty in seconds, at least for the first round.

Seb had been my first, and I’d been his. Since the first time we kissed, we’d worked out each step together, finding what worked for each of us. We knew each other’s bodies intimately. He knew exactly how to touch my breasts to make me crazy, and I knew that biting on his nipples could almost push him over the edge. Especially if he was in me then.

We used all that knowledge to take us up to eleven as quickly as possible. He kissed under my ear and along my neck, which sent goosebumps racing over my skin. I ran my nails down his back, and he shivered, pressing his mouth harder into my skin. I dug my fingers in deeper, wanting him closer, touching more, kissing more, just more everything.

His hands, his mouth did more for me than anyone else had ever been able to do. I shoved that thought away and instead fumbled with his zipper as he slid his hands down the back of my pants, running them over my ass. He rolled over me, lifting his hips so I could shove down his jeans, mouth now moving on my breasts, pressing kisses, nipping, licking. Driving me crazy.

I said something intelligent like, “Unngh.”

He pulled away and tugged on my waistband. I tilted my hips up, staring at him through heavy lids. His cheeks were flushed, his pupils wide. I loved seeing him like this, looking as turned on as I felt. He focused on the parts of me being revealed as he slid my jeans and panties down my legs and threw them heedlessly to the floor.

We were still for a moment, panting. Seb moved his gaze to mine. “You’re sure? Please say you’re sure.”

I reached for his cock, gripping it the way I knew he liked.

“Thank fuck.” He shivered as I stroked him, and he reached his hand between my legs.

I opened for him, needing his touch, needing that friction that would ratchet up my arousal and push me over the edge.

“You’re so wet.” He moaned, thrusting into my hand.

I slid my other hand past his, reaching under his balls to stroke the sensitive skin. He shuddered.

“How do you want to do this?” He dropped forward, arm braced by my head. He nuzzled my neck, nipping and licking where he knew it drove me crazy.

“I’ve got condoms.”

He stopped moving. “But—”

“Non-latex. They’re good.”

He was still. I froze, too. This was different, not the way we’d been. We’d gone bare most of the time we’d been together. But that was then. He’d had girlfriends since, and I’d been with a couple of other guys. We couldn’t pretend that hadn’t happened. We couldn’t go bare with that kind of trust, not now.

I took my hands off him and grabbed his face, making him look at me.

“I don’t want to stop. Do you?”

He bit his lip and shook his head.

I sat up, twisted under his arm, and leaned down to my backpack.

There’d been a safe-sex talk at orientation, and they’d handed out condoms back at the beginning of the year. I’d offered mine to Penny since I couldn’t use them. She’d insisted I put some of the ones I could use in my backpack. “Just in case,” she’d said. I hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone, but it had been easier to put them there than to argue with her. Right now, I was awarding her points for roommate of the year. Because I had three non-latex condoms in a pocket inside my bag

I felt Seb’s hand stroking my ass as I scrambled in my bag. I held up my prize with one hand. He reached for it, but I shook my head. “Let me.”

He leaned back, pupils blown with arousal. I took a moment, reestablishing him in my memory. The muscled chest was bigger and heavier now. The dark hair across his pecs trailed down until it reached his cock. And his cock, which I’d touched and tasted and come on so often, was hard. So hard.

I shivered.

“Faith,” he said, voice deep, and I ripped open the package, not wanting to wait any longer.

I didn’t have a lot of experience with putting on condoms, but this was Seb. I’d learned everything I knew with him. He hissed when I reached to hold him with one hand and used the other to roll the condom down. He looked up again, waiting for me. Patient. It was one of his best assets on the ice. And here, too.

“Can I be on top?” I dropped a kiss on his lips. I needed that control. I was still a bag of emotional confusion, and this was so unexpected. I wanted to set the pace, take charge. He always let me.

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