Page 11 of Overtime Goal (Buffalo Warriors Hockey #4)

Veins pulsed in his throat, and his forehead was sweaty. “Have you ever done it before?” he asked. “Taken a cock like that?”

“No. I’ve never been with a man. But I would do it for you.”

He brushed my hair off my forehead. “You have no idea how much I want to share that with you, but I’m not sure you’re ready. There are lots of other things we can do, so let’s get through tonight and talk about this later.”

I nodded, both relieved and disappointed.

“You’re amazing,” I said. “I want you so fucking much. How should we do it?”

He smiled. “I’ll do anything to make you feel good. Do you like what we’ve been doing?”

“It’s fucking amazing.”

“Well, then…” He kissed me again and started thrusting.

I did the same, matching his pace. The slip and slide of our cocks had me on a razor’s edge in no time.

He set the rhythm, and I loved how his hairy chest brushed against my smooth one with every movement.

Every thrust pushed me closer to orgasm and made me get a little louder.

I couldn’t stop moaning, another new experience.

Logan was grunting with every thrust, and the grind of his hips turned frantic as his body shuddered against me. His voice was a desperate whisper. “You close, Ade?”

“Yeah.”

“Let go then. Want to feel your cum on my cock.”

We moved faster, but nothing happened. I was hanging by a thread, ready to fall, but not quite able to let go. In a moment of clarity, I realized I wouldn’t be able to come like that.

His hips ground to a halt. “What is it? I thought you liked this.”

“I do, but I’ve never come this way. I don’t know if I can.”

“It’s okay.” He pushed up enough to roll one of my nipples between his fingers. “Let’s try something you know better. I bet it’ll work.”

He rolled off me. Before I could say anything, he traced a finger down the bottom of my shaft, closed his hand around me, and said, “Your cock’s as gorgeous as the rest of you.”

Usually, I jerked off with lube, but his big hand felt good. When he started jerking me, I moaned again.

“Shh. We don’t want to advertise, Ade.”

I couldn’t be quiet, but I managed to dial it back. My head rolled on the pillow, and I could think of nothing but Logan, his hand, my cock, and needing to shoot.

“Want to come for me, Ade?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Do it, babe. I want to see you shoot your big load.”

That was all it took. A strangled groan caught in my throat as I arched off the bed and launched a stream of cum into the air.

He changed the angle, and I striped my chest and abs while I cried out.

After a second, he put his free hand over my mouth, trying to muffle my cries.

I thrashed, coming so hard I almost blacked out.

My body was still jerking when I fell onto my back again, moaning softly.

While I tried to catch my breath, Logan hummed. “Goddamn. I’ve never seen anyone come like that before. I almost shot just from watching you.”

I pried my eyes open. “You’re the one who did it to me.”

“Fuck. And this…” He pointed at the mess I’d made, then swiped a finger through it and sucked it off his finger. “Fucking delicious.”

“I’d like to see you come too,” I said. “Should I do you?”

“No need. You can just watch.”

He got to his knees, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock. It was so swollen that it was a little scary. After scooping some cum off my abs, he started jerking himself, looking into my eyes while he worked.

His mouth hung open, and his body glistened with sweat. When he smiled, I wanted to lick every single line around his eyes. Logan was stunning. He was all man, and it was hard to believe he wanted to do this with me. Jesus, I hoped we could keep it going every day.

He grunted words between quick breaths. “Fuck, Ade… Like you… so much.”

“Come for me,” I whispered. “Shoot it on me.”

“Fuck yeah. Oh, shit!” He shot thick ropes over me, his cum mixing with what was left of mine to form pools of white goo.

When he collapsed beside me, I was so wound up I could’ve probably come again.

Logan unloading all over me was one of the hottest sights of my life.

Now he lay there grinning, his chest heaving like he’d played the hardest shift of his career.

I kissed him, sliding my tongue deep into his mouth until he sucked it.

He placed a hand on my cheek. It was sticky, and although I didn’t know if it was his cum or mine, I didn’t care.

It was filthy and perfect and hot as hell.

After a while, he got a wet towel from the bathroom and cleaned us up, then wrapped me in a big hug. For the first time in my life, I felt treasured. The rush was so new and felt so good that I nearly cried. As mind-blowing as the sex had been, feeling safe in Logan’s arms was even better.

I jerked awake, blinking into the darkness while my heart pounded. We were in Detroit, not LA, and we’d had sex a month ago, not tonight.

The dream had been so vivid it took a moment to realize I was on my stomach with my hips pressed into the mattress, moving without meaning to. Everything had felt so real, my body hadn’t known the difference. Reluctantly, I rolled onto my side and looked at the clock: 4:27 a.m.

My dick throbbed, and I couldn’t keep my hand off it. Logan lay on his side, back to me. It would’ve been so easy to slide up against him, kiss the back of his neck, and see what happened. Since we’d agreed things could happen again, he probably wouldn’t push me away.

But not tonight. We needed time to let it all settle, so I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. The dream had been so realistic it took less than a minute to jack off. I was back under the covers in no time at all.

Logan hadn’t moved. In the quiet darkness, I traced a finger through the air right above his arm and shoulder, close enough to feel his heat but still not touch. I needed him again, and the only question was how long I could wait.