Page 49 of Skating to Him

“It’s just one of the things I’ve noticed about you. You have perfect hair, a perfect body, and you play well?—”

“Perfect?” I huffed a laugh. “I don’t think so. I make mistakes. Especially on the ice. I did end up in the sin bin for a whole two minutes last night.” As I admired the adorable freckles scattering across the bridge of his nose, I planted a kiss on his plump lips.

“Yeah, but that was because of me.” He placed his palm on my cheek and brushed his thumb over it. “I make you imperfect and, therefore, human.” He offered a slow grin. “At least in my eyes.”

I raised my brows. “Are you sure you didn’t get a concussion last night too?” This was crazy talk, but I kind of liked it.

“Tyler, one of the reasons I came here was a chance to play with you. I think before I met you, I thought of you as some sort of D-line hockey god. But now…” He rubbed his nose on mine. “Now you’remygod.”

As butterflies took flight in my gut, my vision blurred, and I swallowed through the tightness in my throat. “Hell, Rowan, that might be the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me.” That was it. I was in love. No denying it. I bit the inside of my cheek as the words halted on the tip of my tongue. Too soon to be telling him that.

He gave me a coy smile. “I told you I was serious about this.” As he pressed his dick against mine, he scraped his teeth overhis lower lip, and his eyes shut for a moment. “Fucking hell, we need to do something about this morning wood. I’m horny as fuck.”

Reaching my hand between us, I gave his firm cock a long, slow stroke. It pulsed in my palm and his body quivered. “You’re so sexy, Rowan.” As heat burned in my belly, I ravaged his mouth in hungry kisses and slid over top of him, being careful of his knee and the compression bandage over it.

Slanting his lips over mine, he danced his tongue against mine and skimmed his hands down my back to squeeze my ass. “You feel good on top of me.” He bit and nibbled his way down the column of my neck, pinching my skin between his teeth while thrusting his dick into mine.

With a shuddering breath, I said, “I want to do more with you, Rowan.” I found his lips and devoured them, sucking the lower into my mouth and releasing it, and then claiming him again and again. As his dick rubbed against my own, sparks of pleasure lit up my spine.

Rowan groaned and arched his back, pressing harder against me. “I want more too.” He rolled me over and slid down my body, keeping his injured knee straightened and stopping at my nipples. As he sucked one into his mouth, he gently pinched the other.

A shock of sensation jerked my dick and precum leaked from it. “Yeah, keep going.” I pushed on his shoulders, urging him on.

As the edge of his lips curled, he nibbled and licked his way down my abs, flicking his tongue in the grooves and then nuzzling his face against my shaft. “This what you want?” He flashed his eyes at me.

With a quick nod, I raked my teeth over my lower lip, my gaze taking in his blown pupils and swollen lips. “But don’t make me come yet.” Would it freak him out to try some anal play?

“Okay.” Fisting the base of my cock, he flicked his tongue at the slit, lapping up a bead of precum, then swallowed me whole.

“Oh fuck.” As sensation shuddered my body, I arched my back and slapped my hands to the back of his head, bending my knees and throwing them wide.

Rowan placed long, slow strokes on my dick, like he was savoring it, and massaged my balls.

As pleasure wound and ebbed inside me, I freed moan after moan. He was driving me crazy.

Saliva dribbled from his mouth and down my nuts, and he ran his fingers under them, dangerously close to my hole.

Would he go there? I looked down at him, his eyes closed and mouth working me as if totally caught up in giving me pleasure. I thrust my hips, bringing his fingers that much closer. “Fuck me with your finger, baby.” I groaned. Yeah, I’d said it aloud. Lifting my head, I peeked at him.

His gaze met mine and he popped off my dick. “I’ve never…” He released a soft chuckle. “Shit, I was about to say I’ve never done that before, but I’ve never done a lot of things we’ve been doing.” Shifting his attention to my ass, he rubbed a slick finger into my crease.

My hole clenched and my dick jerked off my stomach. “Do you want to?”

“If it makes you feel good, yeah.” He circled my entrance, lapped at the crown of my cock, and slipped the tip of his finger inside me.

“Sweet Jesus, that’s good.” As a jolt of pleasure rippled up my spine, I lifted my knees higher, giving him full access. I wanted him to fuck me. This little tease wasn’t nearly enough. Would he do it? “Rowan…would you?—”

“God, yes.” He rolled off me to his back, shimmying up on the bed, and pointed at his injured knee, his rock-solid dick stretching to his navel. “But how? And I don’t have any lube. We need lube, right?”

“I do, and I have an idea.” I flicked my gaze to my bag laying by the wall. Maybe he couldn’t take me from behind, but I could surely fuck myself on his mouth-watering cock. “You stay here.”I hopped off the bed and jogged to my bag, resting in the corner of his room, and pulled out my wallet. I always kept lube and a condom handy, and right now, I was fucking happy I did.

Holding the packets up, I walked to the bed.

His eyes grew wide, and his lips parted. “Did you come over here thinking we’d be needing those?”

“Not necessarily. I’m always prepared.” I set the packets on his nightstand and crawled onto the bed, lying beside him. As I placed a few long tugs on his dick, I said, “Having second thoughts?”

With a groan, he rasped, “No, not at all.” Wrapping his hand around my nape, he pulled our mouths together, sliding his tongue inside and encouraging me with passionate kisses.

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