Page 52 of Reckless On Ice

“For the record, I think you’re all disgusting and don't find any of you attractive. Also, none of your dicks compare to my boyfriend’s, so don't try to measure up. I’m not interested, even if I like one guy,” I growl loud enough for everyone to hear and set the record straight once and for all.

The locker room bursts into laughter. Various pieces of equipment come flying at me as the guys give me shit about thinking they’re hot or insisting their dicks are big, it’s just cold on the ice.

When I get home from practice, I open the door to find the shades drawn, darkening the condo so the lit candles on every surface make the space glow warmly. It smells like Knox’s cologne, making my dick twitch. The man himself is sitting on the couch, his arms stretched out along the back, shirtless, in only athletic shorts, with his legs spread, and the sexiest lookon his face I could have imagined. The man screams sex, and I’m all for it. My mouth is already watering, and I want what he’s offering.

“Put your stuff down, take off your clothes, and crawl to me,” he says calmly, his voice like velvet in the dark. I shiver at the quiet command. Holy fuck. This is the HandyManCan version of Knox, and I get him in real life after all.

I toe off my shoes, fumble with emptying my pockets, and strip out of my clothes as fast as I can. I leave everything in a pile at the door and drop to my knees on the hardwood, keeping my eyes fixed on Knox, who wears a soft smile for me that's in no way gentle. It’s soft in the way the leather of a belt is when it’s broken in; it’ll still leave a welt when struck against your skin.

In contrast, my cock is hard and bobbing as I fucking crawl across the floor to him, sure there’s a graceful way to do this, but not attempting to make it anything other than what it is—the fastest way to do as he’s asked so I can fuck him. When I’m at Knox’s legs, I look over to where Goldie’s tank usually is and see it’s been covered with a towel.

“Knox, did you cover Goldie so she wouldn’t witness what’s about to take place?” I ask, choking back the laugh that wants to come out despite the heavy tension of sex in the air.

“She doesn't want to see her daddies like this, no matter how much she’d like to be a voyeur,” he explains, with a hint of amusement before he sobers and raises an eyebrow at me. “I believe you promised to tear up my ass last night. I’m morethan ready for you to make good on that now.”

Climbing onto the couch, I straddle his lap, and take the control back from him. I slide my hand up his chest to his throat and tip his head back onto the cushion, watching his eyes go hazy. He’s pliant, his arms still stretched out to his sides, gripping the couch like I’ve told him not to move, and I bring my mouth to his.

“Do you need me to fuck your tight little ass with my big fat cock until you’re screaming my name and begging me to let you come?” I whisper against his lips.

A breathy moan escapes his mouth that I capture as I kiss him, my tongue sliding along his lips, demanding entry and finding him obedient. He opens for me, our tongues twisting, tasting, letting me fuck his mouth and take what I want. His arms finally drop from the couch and come around my back, holding me tightly as his hands roam my skin.

I reluctantly pull away from his decadent mouth, slightly breathless, and look down at his dazed face. “I want you in the bedroom, naked, on the bed,” I command, moving off his lap so he can comply. He stands, kissing me as he does, and I follow him into the bedroom where I get to watch him strip out of his shorts and crawl onto the bed like I told him to.

I head to the bathroom for a towel and grab the lube on my way back to the bed, where he’s lying. I put the towel down. “So we don't fuck up your comforter,” I explain, and he nods, chuckling. Sometimes, the unsexy things matter. Speaking of…there’s another subject we have to touch on. “I’m clean. I haven’t fucked anyone bare because I didn’t want any oopsy babies, but this is new. I have condoms,” I say, running a hand through my hair, aware of the obvious risks, and wanting to make sure I’m doing this right for him. He sits up and looks at his hands.

“Ryder, I’ve never been with anyone. And if you’re clean, I want to be as close to you as possible. If this were something casual, I’d have a different opinion, but I don’t think that’s what this is.” A look of insecurity crosses his face. “Right?” he asks. I don't like that look at all.

I sit next to him and place my hand on the back of his neck, pulling his head into mine. “I called you my boyfriend several times today and felt really fucking good about it. Even that is such a bullshit term for what you are to me, because it’s always been you. Yeah, this is new for both of us, and I’m a total wild card you don't know if you can trust, but I still want you to go all in and bet on us. This isn’t casual to me. It took me years to get here and accept this part of myself, and I’m not backing down from it, or giving up the best part, which is you.”

“Then I want you to fuck me bare,” he says, blinking his dark-lashed eyes at me, nearly stopping my heart with the rawness of the request.

“I’ll give you anything you want, big sexy. Now turn over on your hands and knees and let me eat your ass for lunch.”

Knox huffs a sound between surprise and a moan as he pulls back and turns over. I press my palm between his shoulder blades and stretch him out onto the bed more,so his ass is in the air and his face is in his pillows before I move behind him on my knees.

Ho-ly shit. The view. The goddamn view. Knox has a nice ass, gorgeous globes for cheeks on any given day, but like this? He’s a dream. I make a noise of appreciation and tug my aching cock that is incredibly excited about the prospect of finding a home right there in that tight ring of muscle.

Gently, I run my finger down his crack, and he shivers, pressing back against me. I cup his balls and roll them in my palm, getting used to the heft of them, before trailing my fingers back up and circling his tight ring. Using both hands, I spread his cheeks and give him an exploratory lick from his balls up. The sound he makes can only be called rapturous. Yeah, he likes having his ass eaten.

“Oh, fuck, do that again,” he says, his voice half muffled by the pillow until he turns his face and I hear his rapid breathing.

So I settle in, learning his clean taste, because he was kind and showered before I got home. He said he does the prep work, so I assume he’s got everything ready for me if he wants me to fuck his ass. I circle his tight ring with my tongue, and he gasps. I get him nice and sloppy, dripping with my spit, before I move a finger back to his hole and press in slowly. He groans in delight and pushes into the pressure, making my finger sink deeper. I add another and play with him until he’s panting, gasping, and begging me to fuck him already.

“Turn over,” I say when I’ve had enough of the tortuous foreplay and need to fuck him, too.

“Wait, isn’t it easier with me this way?” he asks, indicating on his hands and knees with me behind him, doggy-style.

“Knox, I want to see your face, to know how you’re feeling. It will be just as easy on your back, trust me.”

He repositions himself on the pillows while I get the lube and pour some into my hand, coating my cock as I pump my fist over my aching erection that is desperate to be inside him. I push his knees up and move his legs over my thighs as I sit back on my heels before drizzling lube down his cock, over his balls, and onto his hole. I give him attention everywhere before I work my finger in again, then add a second, and a third as he adjusts to the size and stretch, his hips rocking along with my movements as I use my other hand to stroke him.

When I remove my fingers, his eyes open and he smiles as I position the head of my cock against his hole. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much, or you don't want to do this,” I say.

“Baby, I don’t want you to stop for anything. Fuck me, please,” he begs, and I want to give him everything he wants.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I say, pushing in slowly and breaching that tight ring. It’s quite a stretch, and his eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything. “I want you to breathe for me now,” I tell him.

He blows out a breath as I rock my hips forward and watch his face, looking for pain or fear. “Your.”Breath.“Cock.”Breath.“Is huge.”Breath.

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