“I like that,” he says with a chuckle in his voice.
“However.”
“There it is.”
“Spanking you for it anyway would be fun for both of us.”
“Good ol’ funishment,” he says.
“Yep, but I’m a territorial mother fucker. I intend to mark the shit out of you tonight instead.”
“Please,” he says. Drowsy lust fills his eyes.
I let my hand roam to his inner thighs, rubbing the places I’ve learned are the most receptive to touch on him. Tomytouch. He spreads his legs further to encourage access. I grip his cock, choking it in a hefty squeeze. “You’re leaking, baby,” I say and use my thumb to play with the bead of cum over his cock head.
His pelvis jerks and spasms. I stroke him slow then fast, then hard and fast, toying with him. Bringing him to the brink and ripping it away, keeping orgasm far from his reach.
“You’re killing me, Merc.” A desperate whimper falls off his lips as I continue to stroke him and tug on his balls.
I can’t simply stare at him anymore; I have to eat him. I take his mouth in a hungry, bruising kiss and roll over him to wrap my right leg with his left one. As always, he goes pliant beneath me, giving himself over, letting me take his body in any way I wish.
We fight over breath. I take him and he steals it back with some of mine in the mix.
“Please. I want you inside me,” he begs.
I will, pretty boy. Soon.Instead of giving him what he wants just yet, I finger his hole and grip a cheek to roll him toward me so I can lay a crisp smack. He cries out and I suck his tongue into my mouth. I go back to stroking him, enjoying all the wild noises I can pull out of him as he grows more and more anguished.
“Didn’t realize you were a fucking sadist too,” he says, but there’s hefty amusement in his tone. “Asshole.”
All right. Guess I’ll fuck him now. I lean across to grab lube and a condom, peeling it onto my dick. I want to face him this time, so I douse his cock with lube and press some into his hole. I was the one holding off, drawing it out and making him wait, but suddenly I need him more than air. Sliding an arm under one of his thick hockey thighs, I press it toward his chest and slide in.
Once I’m fully seated within him, I take a moment to appreciate the smile he’s giving me—each is hard-won—and then give into my own aching need. I let go, snapping my hips, holding him open, carving myself into his body one thrust at a time.
“Fuck that hurts so good, Mercy.” A sinful moan pours from his pouty lips.
Being inside him is different than being inside anyone else. I want to stay there. Be one person with him. Get as close as two humans can get.
I also want to ravage him. Tear him apart. Make him undeniably mine.
He reaches up to place a hand on my chest, needing to touch me.I feel it too, baby.This something between us is so big it needs an anchor, or we’ll get swept away with the tide.
“Stroke your cock. I wanna see you cum,” I say, my voice so coarse it scrapes my throat.
He takes over, wrapping one of his brawny hockey hands around his dick so that I can brace myself with a hand beside his head and hammer into him.
There’s a moment where he freezes, paralyzed with pleasure and then he lets it all go, coming long and short spurts onto his stomach. I plow right through his orgasm, my body alive with pre-coital buzz until I’m lost in my own body-wide shut down as a flood of cum washes out of me and fills the condom.
How is it always this good?
Falling back to the bed beside him, I pull him on top of me. With how wide he is, I should be on top of him, but I want him wrapped around me.
He snuggles in. “That was epic, Merc.”
I kiss the top of his sweaty head.Yeah, fucking epic.It’s dark now, but there’s enough light from the moon to showcase some of his best injuries of the night. “This hurt?” I ask, trailing fingers over the large bruise on his ribcage.
“Meh.” He closes his eyes. “A little. I’ve had worse.”
A hockey player’s badge of honor. I remember being him. “You’re getting awfully comfortable here, Leslie.”
