Page 89 of Heartbreak Hockey

“You started—”

“I know I started it. Wasn’t blaming you. I started it and I’m ending it. I just wanted you to know that nothing changes between us. We’re still … us.”

He rolls back, his hair falls like a cascade off his face, and stares up at me. “We’ve changed, Merc. I want you to kiss me whenever you want.” A roguish smile spreads across his lips. “Now fuck the hell outta me before my dick gets as old as you are.”

That’s it.

I yank his leg up with him on his side and smack his ass. “Stay.” Reaching behind me, I grab the lube and a condom. I haphazardly drizzle lube over his ass with one hand while I tear into the condom wrapper with my teeth and hold it with the other.

“Y’know, Merc. I haven’t been with anyone but you since the last time I was tested. If it’s the same for you, we can uh … we can get rid of that. No pressure. Just sayin’—”

I’ve never gone condomless before because I’ve never been exclusive with a soul. Not something I have to think about with Jack. Yeah, I’m clean too, and would love the opportunity. The condom is gone, vanishing into a black hole somewhere as soon as I chuck it. Can the idea of cumming inside his ass be a kink? It might be for me. My need for him has just catapulted into the stratosphere.

Am I going too fast? Shouldn’t this be special? Technically, it being our first date that makes it special, right? Aw, fuck it. I’m ruled by my dick. It’s already sliding between his wet cheeks, nestling with the skin there.

It’s so smooth. I’m instantly addicted. I glide my cock across his crevice. “Roll over. Get your ass in the air.”

I want to see this.

His hockey-playing ass is a sight to behold. Two perfect, round mounds. With his knees parted, he’s spread for me, and I’m treated to a view of his pink pucker. His balls hang sweetly between his legs and his back is arched, ready for me. I poke at his hole with my thumb.

“You want my bare cock inside you, baby?”

“Yeah. God. So much,” he says already on the verge. This is affecting him as much as it is me.

I lube up my cock and his crevice wanting to fuck it some more before I enter him. I slide my dick across his crack like it’s a banana and he’s the spilt to my sundae. Every wrinkle of his pucker touches my dick. He moans and keens back as I fuck him on the outside, enjoying my bare skin against his.

Just this is making me leak and I’m not even inside him yet. Hearing his moans, feeling his body move with mine. It’s euphoric.

“Do I gotta beg, Merc, ‘cuz I will. I’ve got no shame when it comes to your dick. Please.”

I spank his ass. “I’m enjoying this. Don’t rush me.”

“Right, this has got to be your first time doing this,” he figures out. Then he groans. “We’ll be here for years. Are you back there writing poetry about how your dick is a hot dog and my ass is the bun?”

He swivels his head like he’s a fucking owl to check out the look on my face. “It was a banana split sundae and you’re ruining this for me.”

Jack’s trembling beneath me for a new reason now, dying of laughter. “Sorry, Gordon Ramsey.”

Not even his laughter is gonna stop me. I have too many siblings to balk at a little ribbing, but it is time to shut him up. Shoving two fingers inside him does the trick. “Not so funny now, eh?”

He hangs his head. “Oh fuck. Oh, God.”

I finger him until he’s nice and open and pounding the pillow with his fist. Then, without warning, I switch it up, exchanging my fingers for my cock. I enter him with one long shove.

“That what you wanted, baby?”

“Mmmhmm,” he whimpers.

“Play with your dick.”

As he takes his dick in hand, I slide my fingers into his hair and secure him to me by the roots. I own this man and he’s gonna know it when I’m done.

Watching my bare cock slide in and out of him is something else. The channel is velvety inside and now it’s wrapped around me. Jack clenches and the squeeze is extraordinary with the added sensation of his bare smooth muscle.

Since I’m not gonna last long and by the sounds he’s making, neither is he, I fuck him harder and faster, spreading his ass cheeks further apart with my thumbs, prying them open from the center. This is glorious. I never want to stop fucking him.

But all good things come to an end and thankfully this ends with my dick painting his insides with streams of hot cum. I’m filling him up and the cum makes him wetter, increasing the intensity of this already exquisite moment. I slow my thrusts so that I can stretch the first time I come inside him for as long as possible.