Page 13 of Hot Ice, Tennessee (Hard Spot Saloon #2)

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MASON

As Jesse brought his cock out a few inches and then pushed it back inside me, I was pretty sure I was going to do the unthinkable and ask him to stop.

I was staring up at the dark wood headboard of his bed as he started to thrust into me, praying to the gods above that I could take more. I gripped the sheets beneath me, moving with the pain of his sheer size starting to work me open.

How are you so—fucking—big—

Every part of me resisted telling him to slow down. I didn’t want him to stop, not even for a single second. But his cock was fat and long, and no matter how blindingly good it felt shoved up against my prostate, it also stretched me open in a way that I needed to get used to.

But as soon as the idea of stopping him passed through my mind—and I almost begged him to slow down—the unrelenting discomfort just evaporated.

It melted away, gone in an instant.

And all at once, the feeling of tight pain gave way to a deep, soul-level feeling of fullness. The kind I’d been lacking for God knows how long. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure anybody had made me feel like this before.

Jesse was born to play hockey, born to be great in school, born to be an achiever…

But apparently, he was also born to fuck.

He gripped my hips like they were an extension of his own body, angling them in just the right way so that he could sink deep inside me. His cock hit my prostate with slow thrusts. I could feel the pressure of his thighs against the back of my legs.

“Mother of God, Jesse —” I said, the last word coming out in a breathy whisper.

“You feel so good,” he said, his voice guttural and deep, hotter than I’d ever heard it. “Tell me what you want.”

“Just don’t fucking stop,” I told him.

I could feel the subtle changes in his movement as he slowed down or sped up, aware of how much I could take. I was only human, and I’d always liked getting fucked. But the simple knowledge that it was him changed everything. He knew how to be in command, but also how to take care of me.

He fucked like he was attuned to every little breath and gasp I took.

He knew how to pay attention .

I felt his palm slide up the back of my leg, reaching the top of my ass and then spreading me open a little further.

The heat of his body came down over my back, and I realized he was leaning over to get as close to my ear as he could. His thrusts slowed for a moment as he stayed fully pushed into me, whispering near my ear.

“You come when I say you can,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss on my shoulder as he leaned back again.

I groaned, my neglected cock throbbing at his words and his closeness .

As he moved, his hand slid around to the front of me, wrapping around my cock like he’d known how needy it was. He squeezed tight, giving me a hint of relief.

“ Fuck , Jesse.” My voice wasn’t much more than a breathless whimper.

He’d forbidden it, and of course it only made me feel that much closer to coming already.

“You heard me,” he murmured in a low, gentle voice, like he was a guide and my sole duty was to listen.

“Not going to come ‘til you tell me.”

“ Good boy. ” His words came out in a deep growl as he gripped my cock harder and thrust into me again, stroking me inside and out. I made fists on the sheets under me, tightening around it as my whole body tensed.

“Holy fuck,” I said, my voice barely audible. Every time he pushed into me he was hitting a spot inside me I didn’t even know existed.

I was his plaything.

I’d never even known I wanted to be someone’s plaything.

Maybe I didn’t, unless that person was Jesse.

He fucked me like he wanted me to come, and I knew I wasn’t allowed. Every pump of his cock pushed me closer to the edge, and the feeling of his palm on my shaft definitely would have been enough on its own.

“Tell me what you need,” he uttered a moment later, and I could tell from his voice that he was close now, too.

“I… need all of this.”

His free hand came down on my ass, smacking it and making my cock pulse. He leaned over me for another brief moment, this time giving me a little nip and lick on the side of my back.

“Be more specific, babe.”

I moaned. He was stroking my cock firmly now, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stave it off much longer. When I spoke, my breath was heavy.

“I need your cock. I need to come . I need… God , Jesse, I fucking need you—”

He hummed in a low, resonant tone. “Come for me.”

Hearing it was a relief like nothing I’d ever felt. His permission filled my body with a warm rush, and as he fucked me like I belonged to him, I badly wanted to do what he said.

With another firm squeeze on my ass I knew he was going to shatter me. I felt sensation pooling somewhere deep below the base of my cock, taking me right to the edge.

“Going to come for you,” I said breathlessly.

It hit me like a crashing wave, a slow build that formed into a pure rush of sensation. The world was nothing other than this—the feeling of his body on mine and in mine, as he gave me something I’d needed in my bones.

I came all over his hand, my knees going weak on the mattress. My skin was burning hot. I gasped for air, turning my head back to look him in the eyes.

“Oh, God ,” I whispered, saying his name.

He looked so fucking good. Flushed and ready to come, hungry for it, eyeing me with a half-lidded gaze.

“You,” he said, pausing for a broken breath as he thrust into me once more, “are my favorite.”

He said the last word like he was relishing it. My cheeks heated at his praise, even after he’d just reduced me to nothing but a desperate animal.

Oh, dear God, I liked that.

I kept my eyes locked on his as best as I could, turning to look up at him as his eyelids fluttered and I knew he was going to come.

Even in my foggy haze I knew this was one of the hottest nights I’d ever had. I tightened my ass around him and watched as Jesse’s arms and abdominal muscles tensed as he pushed deep in me.

He let out something between a deep moan and a growl, finally letting go as he came, a low string of curses spilling out of his mouth. His breathing was heavy, and his palm landed on my back again a moment later, gentle as a feather. He blinked heavily as he made slow circles on my back with his hand, almost like he was massaging me to let me know how good I’d been for him.

He relaxed afterward like he’d just run a marathon. He looked sweaty and spent, his dark hair a wild halo around his head.

He bit down on his lower lip as he slid out of me and tossed the condom into the bin.

As I stood up, our eyes met for a moment and something electric flashed between us.

I was always curious to see how a guy acted after he came—was he going to go quiet? Bolt? Go seek out a pack of Oreos like a ravenous animal?

With Jesse it was a little different.

I… usually didn’t act like an obedient little puppy for guys, and I had no idea what the norm was for him.

He’d definitely let a few things slip while he was inside me, too.

Was I really his favorite?

Or was that just the heat of the moment talking?

He reached up to shove back his hair with his fingers, stretching his arms and his neck. For the first time, I was hyper aware that I was in a college student’s room. It was nicer than a dorm, to be sure, and the frat house had plenty of space, tall ceilings, and charm. But Jesse also had various photos tacked on the wall, most of them taken after hockey games, apparently. He was wearing his gear in a lot of them. In some, he was smiling next to his teammates, and in others, he posed next to fans from the crowd. Textbooks were stacked on his desk beside his laptop, and a couple of hockey jerseys were hung on the wall.

I didn’t feel out of place, exactly, but standing naked in here suddenly felt a whole lot different than just being railed on his bed.

“How do you feel?” he asked after a moment, his voice rich and low still.

“Like I’m ass naked in a frat house.”

A slight smile spread across his lips. “I feel like I want to go rinse off.”

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

Okay. So, not bolting, but not exactly touchy-feely-cuddly, either .

“And feeling like I want you to come with me,” he added, reaching out to slowly move his warm, open palm down the center of my spine all over again.

…Maybe a little touchy feely.

“This frat house doesn't have an open shower stall type situation, does it?”

He puffed out a laugh. “Just come with me.”

He grabbed my hand and pushed open the door to the bedroom, walking out into the long hallway without bothering to put any clothes on. It was pretty clear that nobody was upstairs anyway, and the sounds of the partying below were evidence of that.

But I was still walking naked through a frat house, holding hands with TNU’s star hockey player.

He led me down the hall, past framed photos of past frat members on the walls. But just as we got to the bathroom and he flicked on the light, a door quickly swung open from the door just opposite the bathroom.

I whipped my head around and found myself staring right into the eyes of another beefy, athletic guy in a backwards hat.

“Hey, Robbie,” Jesse said, reaching for a towel to hand it to me. “This is Mason.”

I covered up my cock, which definitely must have still had cum on it, as Jesse’s friend tried to suppress a smile and look toward the ground.

“Hey, man. Uh, just was grabbing my phone charger up here—heading back downstairs now. Nice to meet you.”

I waved. “Nice to meet you, too. Sorry about the—” I motioned downward.

“Don’t sweat it, man,” Robbie said, waving me off.

I had zero shame. For all I cared, I would parade around downstairs with my cock out, letting a house full of mostly straight frat guys check out my swinging dick. But knowing how private Jesse was, I wasn’t sure how he felt about anything of the sort.

I was shocked when I saw a cheeky smile on his face. “We’ll be up here in the shower, Robbie. If anyone tries to come upstairs, tell ‘em to fuck off.”

Robbie saluted him. “It’s all yours. Oh, and Mason, make sure Jesse knows which one the shampoo bottle is.”

Jesse groaned and gave Robbie the middle finger as he cackled, walking off. Jesse shut and locked the bathroom door, turning to me.

“What’s all that about a shampoo bottle?”

“Don’t ask.”

“Now I have to ask.”

I swore I saw faint pink slashes appear on Jesse’s cheeks, and not just from the epic fuck-fest we’d just had.

“It was one time,” Jesse explained. “I was really hungover. Somebody had left a tube of lube in the shower, don’t even ask me why. And I, uh, accidentally lathered some all over my hair.”

I bit my lower lip as I smiled. “No.”

He cut me a glance.

“Shit,” I said, gleeful. “You must have been greaser-slicked all day.”

“Shut the absolute fuck up—”

But I was already laughing. “Lube doesn’t even have the same texture as shampoo.”

“Hungover,” he said. “I said I was hungover. I swear I shampooed my hair three times in a row after that.”

Jesse padded across the bathroom. It was large and covered in classic white subway tile. There were windows on the wall, with a giant standing shower on one end and a double vanity with mirrors on the other. He pulled two clean towels from a cabinet in the corner and then reached over to turn on the hot water in the shower, the spray coming down and starting to fill the air with steam.

When he stepped in I followed after him, the hot water like heaven against my skin.

“So… Robbie,” I said. “Is he going to tell your whole frat house about this?”

“No,” he said confidently, washing his hair with actual shampoo. “Robbie’s a real friend. He might give me a little shit for it later, though.”

I got lost watching water droplets move through his hair and down his back.

Somehow all of tonight had an unreal quality to it. I was no stranger to crazy things—I’d done skydiving, skiing, ziplining, and white water rafting, all within the last year, and that didn’t even include the everyday shit I did at parties or at the Hard Spot. Being with Jesse didn’t exactly feel like risk-taking, but… I still felt like I was dancing on thin ice, tempting the universe by being somewhere I shouldn’t be, and getting fucked by someone I shouldn’t be.

My stomach dipped as he turned and caught my eyes. He reached out and pushed one piece of my hair to the side, leaning down to press a quick peck to my head.

Oh, fuck.

I felt like the world was slowly shifting around me, even though my feet were planted firmly on the wet ground. I looked at the curves and dips of Jesse’s muscles, the way his tattoos looked even more beautiful under the water, droplets rolling down every inch of his smooth skin.

This is not happening . No, no, no.

But it was. I felt the tug inside me.

It was in the way my throat was just a little clenched up, the way my stomach kept feeling like it was on a rollercoaster every time I caught the radiant green of his eyes.

It was the beginning glimmer of a feeling I knew too well.

I was starting to fall for him.

And not just in the kind of way where I admired his body, or his eyelashes, or his prowess with a puck and a stick.

It was also the way he could be so commanding, so hard—then soft and gentle right afterward. The way he kept inserting himself in my life in a way that should have been too much, but instead was the most welcome intrusion I’d ever had.

So many people came and went from my life, joining the party or the hot mess for a moment, then taking a swift exit afterward. But there hadn't been a single shallow moment with Jesse. I wasn’t sure he even knew how to do shallow.

Jesse reached to shut off the water. Before he stepped out he turned to me and leaned in, pulling me close.

He pressed his lips to mine. His hands slid around my waist, warm and still completely wet.

I knew what it was, in that moment, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I felt safe with him.

“You want to spend the night?” he asked.