Page 15 of Overtime Goal (Buffalo Warriors Hockey #4)

riley and logan

RILEY

The trip to Logan’s room was one long, messy kiss as we steered each other down the hall, hands everywhere, mouths hot and insistent. Halfway there, I spun us around so he was backing up, but by the time we got to the bedroom, he’d reversed us again. Competitive bastard.

He broke the kiss and said, “Get naked. No foreplay. We’ll do that later.”

It didn’t take thirty seconds for us to strip and send our clothes flying in every direction.

I barely caught a glimpse of his thick cock before he pulled me into a full-body press with no space between us.

It was hot as hell: our leg hairs tangling, his chest hair scratching my bare skin, our cocks bumping like they were about to duel.

When he crushed his mouth to mine and slid his tongue deep inside, I made a high-pitched sound that had never come out of me before.

He broke the kiss and traced his tongue across my jaw. When our stubble rasped together, I shivered. The soft noise, along with the scratch and pinpricks, sent a jolt straight to my cock. I’d already been hard. Now I was steel.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said. “Can I make one of my fantasies come true?”

If it meant he’d touch me, I’d have agreed to anything. “Yeah. Then it’s my turn.”

My heart drummed wildly, and when he dropped to his knees, I felt like it was trying to punch through my ribs.

He looked up. “Enjoy this, because I sure will.”

His blue eyes were glazed over, and a deep red flush in his cheeks carried down to his chest. He looked like a Norse god moonlighting as a hockey player. A Norse god who was on his knees for me. I already knew I wouldn’t last.

As he slowly sucked in the head, that weird fucking noise came out of me again.

His eyes were smiling, but his mouth was all business, sliding over my cock like he wanted to swallow me whole.

It was hot and wet, and as inch after inch of me disappeared between his lips, I groaned and threaded my fingers into his hair.

He kept going until the head was buried in his throat.

“Feels so good.” I threaded my fingers in his hair as he pulled back, dragging his tongue along the bottom of my shaft while his lips worked the rest of me. “Fuck, it’s the best. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

When only the tip was left in his mouth, he cupped my balls and squeezed. I hummed as he sucked me in again and pulled back, using his tongue like a wizard, until I was fucking gone. I thought about backhand sweeps and stickhandling drills, anything to distract myself that I didn’t blow too soon.

I was barely aware of anything but the heat of his mouth and the dizzying suction that made my thighs twitch. I moaned when he tongued my frenulum, and all at once, he pulled off with a slick, wet sound. My cock was left bobbing in the air, and I groaned in protest.

“Is it really okay, Ade?” His voice was low and raw. “Am I doing it how you like it?”

“Jesus. I didn’t even know how I liked it until now. It’s the best blow job I’ve ever had.” I made that squeaky sound again. “Please make me come.”

“Mm.” He grazed his hand up between my legs and cupped my balls again. “You’ve got the biggest fucking nuts I’ve ever seen.” His eyes sparkled as he leaned in and took one in his mouth.

I tightened my hold on his hair and whimpered while he sucked hard enough to send flashes of urgent pleasure shooting through me.

He wrapped his fist around my cock and started jerking as he switched balls, taking in the other one and sucking harder.

A stab of discomfort made me give a little cry, but he kept sucking and jerked me even harder.

Gradually, the intensity swallowed the ache, turning it into a wave of pleasure so strong I might’ve come then.

He let my ball go. “Gonna shoot a big load down my throat?”

“Yeah. Unless you want it on your face.”

“That’s fucking hot.” He kissed along the bottom of my shaft, then looked up again. “Anywhere you want to put it, babe. As long as I get every drop.”

I couldn’t resist a little teasing. “Are you telling me you’re my cum slut?”

“Telling you I’ll do anything you want.”

My growl was involuntary. “Then get your mouth back on my cock. I want it messy and loud. Slobber all over me and you’ll get it all.”

His eyes darkened. “Fuck. It’s hot when you’re bossy like this.”

He stopped jerking my cock, and I panicked a little. Every nerve in my body lit on fire as the bravado melted out of me. “Please,” I whispered. “Suck me again. It was so good.”

“That’s it.” His voice was husky. “Beg for it, baby.”

“Please, please suck my cock. I need to come.”

He drew me back in, and I started moaning. His mouth was tight and greedy, and every drag of his tongue over my shaft pushed me closer. I braced a hand on his shoulder to keep from falling.

When he tugged my balls again, I gasped. He found the rhythm, steady and fast as his mouth worked me like he was addicted to my cock.

“Fuck, Logan, I’m… Shit, so close.”

My entire body tingled as he sucked even harder. Soon, there was nothing but the wet glide of his mouth and the obscene sounds of spit and suction.

For a breathtaking moment, I teetered on the edge, and then I was there. A warning cry barely left my mouth before I exploded. My body jerked like I’d been hit by electricity, and I shot so hard I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I cried out, my hips bucking as Logan clamped his hands around my waist.

“God,” I choked out. “Fuck!” I held onto his shoulders as the endless white-hot spurts continued. Lost in the raw pleasure ripping through me, I couldn’t breathe or think.

He held on, swallowing in loud, frantic gulps. I opened my eyes in time to see some leak from the corner of his mouth and mix with the spit on his chin, but he didn’t slow down. He sucked me through it, determined to drain me dry.

While my knees shook uncontrollably, he tightened his grip and nursed me with slow, greedy pulls I hoped would never stop.

My body was still twitching when the sensitivity hit. After I tapped his shoulder, he pulled off with a soft smack. A thread of spit connected us for an instant before it broke.

“Jesus,” I whispered. A full-body shudder left me swaying.

Keeping his hands on me, he stood and guided me to the bed. “Lie down, Ade. I’ve got you.”

I snuggled close when he lay down beside me, resting a protective arm across my chest.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“You’d better.”

He propped himself on an elbow and brushed his lips over mine before settling into a real kiss. When his tongue nudged at my lips, I opened for him. I tasted myself, something I’d never been wild about, yet now it seemed perfect.

Eventually, he pulled away, but we didn’t move. The weight of his arm grounded me as I stared at the ceiling, still dazed. Warmth spread through, a fever I didn’t want to end.

His voice was thick when he spoke. “That was the biggest load anyone’s ever fed me.”

I turned my head enough to see him. “It was the biggest load I’ve ever shot. Jesus, I needed that so much.”

He grinned. “Glad you liked it, babe. I’ve dreamed about doing that for years.”

Babe. My chest tightened, but not in a bad way. Had he called me babe before? I thought so, but it felt different now. My eyes burned, and I blinked to hold the tears back.

“You’re amazing, Logan. No one’s ever made me feel like this.”

“I’m glad I could do it for you.”

“Give me a minute?” My voice was rougher than before. “Then I want to blow you. I won’t be able to do what you did, but I want to taste you, make you feel as good as I can.”

He kissed my nose. “I’ve never turned down a blow job, so go for it. If it’s too much too soon, we’ll do something else.”

“I want this.” I pulled a finger across his chest. “Just need to catch my breath.”

LOGAN

Riley fell asleep, which didn’t surprise me since his orgasm had hit like a freight train.

He’d been beautiful with his flushed cheeks, gasping breaths, and his entire body trembling while I held him in my mouth.

At thirty-five, I’d had my share of hookups and short-term boyfriends.

Some were great and others forgettable, but none had ever made me feel what Riles did just by coming hard.

Had he been with anyone since LA? I’d figured he probably had, but now I wasn’t so sure. It didn’t matter. He’d obviously needed sexual release, and I’d been the lucky one who gave it to him.

I hadn’t touched anyone else since California because I didn’t want to. Guys I might’ve asked out in the past didn’t even register now. Dinner or an afternoon together would be pointless because I’d only spend the time thinking about Riley.

Before sleep tugged me under, I looked at him. His skin was still flushed, with his lashes dark against his cheeks. At least for tonight, he was mine, and I was thrilled about that.

A pleasant weight was pressing me down when I woke. Sweat, sex, and Ade’s cologne filled the air, and he was kissing me. His tongue slid into my mouth, slick and warm, and I sucked it while he ground against me. We were both hard and moaning. Another minute of that and I’d blow.

Too soon, he pulled away and lifted his head. “Hey, handsome. You looked so good, I couldn’t resist.”

“This is hot,” I said. “Like you’re manhandling me.”

He grinned. “Do you want me to manhandle you?”

“Do anything you like. I’m all yours.”

“In that case…” He rolled to the side and tapped my thigh. “Spread your legs.”

He crawled between them and stared at my cock. “You’re so fucking big, and I love how veiny you are.” He traced a finger along my shaft. “This is one rugged cock. There’s no other way to describe him.”

I snorted. “You’ve always been a smooth talker.”

“Only telling the truth.” He still hadn’t looked away from my dick. “There’s a lot of precum. I want to taste it.”