“Please. I can’t. I need,” I panted, and he laughed against me before scraping his teeth across my ass cheek. My whole body jerked. “Fuckinghell.”
After another bite, which went straight to my aching, neglected dick, he took mercy on me, going at me in earnest with his tongue. By the time he replaced his tongue with lubed-up fingers, opening me up to take his thick cock, I was an incoherent fucking mess, moaning into my folded arms as he slammed into me again and again and again. He kept a tight control, holding me in the same position, never allowing my dick to do more than skim the fabric covering the pillows, his hips angled to avoid my prostate as much as possible.
“Gonna come so fucking hard,” he growled, and then his body shuddered, his cock jerking inside me as he filled me with his cum. His hands loosened their tight grip on me, and I collapsed down to the blanket, trembling, with his heavy weight on my back.
He rolled me over, thrust three fingers inside me, rubbing over my prostate, and at the same time, wrapped his hand around my erection and swept his thumb over my leaking cockhead.
My entire body seized up as I came. Instantly. The hardest I’d ever come in my entire fucking life.
When I came back to awareness, my face was wet with tears, and my body was still trembling. Cody pulled me into his arms, wrapping us both in a blanket, and gently stroked my back until I was still.
“You okay?” he murmured. “Was it too much?”
I shook my head. “No. It was amazing.”
“Good.” His lips pressed against my head. “You were fucking incredible.”
“So were you. I mean, not letting me get stimulated was an interesting choice. But, y’know, you made me come so hard I thought my dick was gonna explode.”
He laughed, rolling onto his back and bringing me with him. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I stared down at him. “I dunno. With you, anything’s possible.”
His answering smile was small but genuine, and it was so fucking beautiful.
I really was the luckiest man in the world.
Epilogue
Cody
TEN MONTHS LATER
Jude stepped onto the section of glass floor directly ahead of us, leaning back against the full-length window. “Thanks for taking me up here. I didn’t really get to do any touristy stuff the first time I came to Calgary.” His gaze took in the people around us, and he lowered his voice as he dragged me onto the glass floor with him. “Guess I was a bit preoccupied with sneaking around with a hot hockey player turned coach.”
I smirked at him. “Worth it.”
“One hundred percent.” He glanced at the group of tourists posing to our left. “’Scuse me. Would you mind taking a photo of me and my boyfriend?”
Of course, he had to go and pick fucking Brits. They immediately recognised him, and it was only after six autographs—three each—and eight selfies that we got our own photo. But after that, they gave us space, and we were able to make a full circuit of the tower without being accosted.
Back when I was in the NHL, I steered clear of enclosed public places like this. But now, I was able to enjoy the towerfor what it was, taking in the views of the city as I strolled hand in hand with Jude. Every now and then, he’d drag me to a stop, pointing out something that had caught his eye, and every time, it made my heart stutter. It hit me over and over just how uncomfortable I’d been in my life before he’d come crashing into it with a “huh.”
As if he could read my mind, he tapped on the glass. “Wasn’t that club you abandoned me in down there somewhere?”
“I didn’t abandon you. I came back and we had mediocre sex.”
Jude laughed, even though I was half-serious. I still wished I’d known it was his first time and we hadn’t done it up against a cum-stained wall in a public place. No matter how dark it had been.
“Whatever. We both enjoyed it. And since then, we’ve had epic sex. Mind-blowing. Ten out of ten, award-winning sex.” His voice was rising, and I elbowed him in the ribs. Unfortunately, my warning came too late, because the couple a few feet away from us stared at us with wide eyes before collapsing into giggles.
“Okay, I think it’s time to leave. We need to meet Petrov and Davis soon, anyway. Did you hear from your brother yet?”
Jude nodded, shooting an unapologetic grin at the giggling couple. I rolled my eyes, gripping his hand tightly and dragging him towards the elevator.
“We’re meeting him and Jesse for coffee tomorrow morning. I picked a public place because I know you’re worried he’s gonna shout at you.”
My jaw clenched as we stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding closed behind us. “I’m notworried. It’ll just be the first time we’ve seen him in person since he found out about us. I wouldn’t put it past him to throw a punch or two, and I’llhave to stand there and take it because I’m not going to hit my boyfriend’s brother.”
