Page 85 of Heart Taker

Damien: I know. Same with Dave. Not that he suspects anything between you and me, but I know he’d be upset if he learned the truth. The only person I’ve told is Selwin.

My phone tumbled out of my hand and hit the floor with a clatter. I quickly picked it up, thankful it wasn’t broken, and flopped down on my bed.

Silas: What?

Damien: When we were in Chicago, I told him that I wasn’t straight. And, not just that, he noticed the way you looked at me. And the way I look at you.

I had so many questions, but I was too overwhelmed to think, let alone ask.

Silas: Oh shit.

Damien: I know. But he won’t say anything.

Silas: I’m not worried about that, but the fact that he noticed. Is it that obvious? Then again, I’m in over my head with you, so why am I surprised?

Shit, had I confessed all that to Damien?

Damien: I feel the same.

My cock got so hard, so fast, I was dizzy. Thank fuck I was lying down.

Silas: It’s only been a few hours, and I already miss you.

Damien: I miss you too. Only two more days.

Silas: Can’t wait. And speaking of which, I’m going to grab my dildo and prep for Saturday.

I saw the three dots pop up, then disappear, then pop up again.

Damien: Thanks a lot, now you’ve given me a hard-on that I can’t do anything about. You better not come either.

Silas: I’m not. I made a promise to you, and I’ll stick to it. But I will give my dildo a thorough workout LOL. Kind of like when we warm up on the ice. Gotta make sure the hip flexors and glutes are ready for all the action, right?

Damien: Goddamn it, how am I supposed to go to sleep?

Silas: All I can think about is you fucking me. So many possibilities. On the deck, in the shower, in your bed.

Damien: Oh God, I’m heading off take a cold shower. Or maybe jump in the frigid lake. Whatever works.

Silas: I’ll send you some visuals to get you excited for the weekend.

Damien: I’m not sure I’ll make it that long.

Silas: You will. You’re a man of your word. And I’ll see you Friday at the rink.

Damien: I’ll be the first one there.

Silas: Better lock your office door.

I put the phone aside and yanked open my nightstand drawer to search for my dildo. Since I hadn’t been fucked in over two years, and when the need for a good railing hit me hard, the toy always satisfied. But it wasn’t a warm, real cock. It wasn’t Damien’s. And having his dick in my ass was becoming more than a want. It was a need that was getting stronger. More than that, I had to have him all over me, and me over him. I wanted to tumble around in his bed, wreck him, possess every part of him, until we were both to sore and too satisfied to move. Then we’d do it all over again.

I reached under my pillow, pulled out the lube, and poured a generous amount on my fingers and then the dildo. Spreading my legs wide, I took my hard cock in one hand, giving myself long, firm strokes, while my other slid over my hole. Thinking about Damien like this, lying on top of me, his cock teasing my ass, his hands tormenting my nipples, fuck, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold on to my control.

I pushed the tip of my slick middle finger in my ass and groaned at the initial burn of penetration. Man, I loved that line between pleasure and pain, but then again, I was a hockey player. We were gluttons for punishment.

Pushing deeper, I got all the way in, then added another finger, until I was fucking myself. Panting and so turned on I could barely breathe, I withdrew my fingers and rolled over, getting up on my knees. I positioned the dildo behind me andleaned back, sinking down on the toy one slow inch at a time until it was all the way inside me. When the tip of the dildo nudged my prostate, I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the sheer enormity of the pleasure that washed over me.

I began to ride the toy, levering up and down, my hips pumping hard, but oh shit, this was a bad idea because my climax was building fast and furious.

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