Page 41 of Overtime Goal (Buffalo Warriors Hockey #4)

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Dinner was a formality. We wolfed down our food without tasting it and practically ran back to the villa. Logan barely got the door locked before I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bedroom.

“Clothes off,” I said, yanking my shirt over my head.

He was already stripping. The instant his boxers hit the floor, he lunged at me and crushed our bodies together.

“I need you so fucking bad I can’t breathe,” he said. His voice was little more than a growl.

Before I could answer, his lips slammed against mine, and he thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned as he slid his hands down and grabbed a double handful of my ass, hauling me in tight.

We were already hard, and our cocks crossed and slid against each other like they were competing to lead a dance.

While Logan fucked my mouth with his tongue, the fierce heat between us exploded. He lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing and tossed me onto the bed.

I bounced once and laughed until it caught in my throat when he crashed down after me.

In an instant, he was on top, pinning me and grinding our cocks together while he devoured my mouth.

I dug my nails into his back and thrust against him.

We writhed, desperate for friction, all moans and gasps and sweat-slicked skin.

The room already smelled like sex. My cock was so hard it throbbed in time with my pulse, screaming for release. Much more of this, and I’d shoot all over Logan’s dick. He must have felt the same because he broke the kiss and rolled off me.

“What?” I turned my head to look at him. “Why?”

He kept a hand on me, gently stroking my chest and abs. “We need to slow down. If I don’t get myself under control, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

I didn’t fucking want to slow down. “You won’t. Please, I need you.”

“This is your first time, babe.” He pressed a hand against my cheek. “Rushing’s no good because I want it to be special. And I’m not sure you understand that it’s going to be uncomfortable, at least to start with. My cock’s a lot bigger than my finger, and you’ll have to adjust.”

I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Believe me, I know how fucking big your cock is. But what you said is very sweet. I want it to be special too.”

“One question then. Should we use a condom? I haven’t been with anyone but you since before LA, and I’m on PrEP.”

“Hmm.” I didn’t want him to use a rubber, but we should be safe. “I haven’t been with anyone else since LA either, but I haven’t been tested since January. Use a condom tonight, and then let’s see if we can get tested here.”

“Deal. So…” He opened the nightstand drawer and took out a condom and some lube.

I didn’t want to think too hard about why he’d put them there, so I gave him a look. “Confident, were we?”

He grinned. “A guy can hope. I wanted them handy in case.”

“Enough talking. Let’s do it.”

Logan climbed back on top of me, his familiar weight a comfort. He braced himself with his hands on either side of my head and kissed me, more slowly than before. The heat was still there, but now it was caught up with other things like want, nerves, and so much tenderness my heart ached.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Can I get you ready?”

“You’d better.” My voice cracked. “I need you, Blue Eyes.”

It was all a blur of cascading feelings and sensations. Logan slid down between my legs, tucking a pillow under my hips like I was breakable. I didn’t miss the flick of his eyes checking on me. Are you good?

Better than good , my eyes signaled back.

He slicked a finger and pressed it against my hole.

I forced myself to breathe and unclench because I knew I liked this.

Slowly, he pushed inside, working me open.

A moan came from deep inside me, half pleasure and half confusion at the storm building in my chest. He mumbled soft words I didn’t understand, but whatever he said made me feel wanted and safe.

My body jerked when he added a second finger.

“Easy, babe. Breathe.”

Logan’s hands were big, and his fingers were long and thick. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth while he moved them inside me, then cried out when he added a third.

“It’s okay, babe.”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how okay it felt, but when I looked into his eyes, I nodded. I trusted Logan because he loved me.

His fingers stretched that most private part of me, burning enough to make me wonder if I could do this. I was about to ask for a breather when he changed his angle.

“Fuck!” I shouted. My hips arched up like they were trying to fly. “My prostate.”

He chuckled. “You liked it before. Still okay?”

“Okay? I nearly saw God.”

He crooked his fingers, brushing the same spot and making me lose it again.

In an instant, I became a moaning, gasping mess, moving my hips in helpless little circles, living for the second when he’d do it again.

My cock throbbed against my stomach as the sting of the stretch faded into something hot and electric.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, kissing my hip. “Fucking perfect.”

I was shaking all over. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”

He snickered. “Look who’s gotten bossy. I love it.”

“Please,” I begged.

His eyes went fiery. I was open and ready, and we both knew there was no going back. When he eased his fingers out of me and sat back on his heels, my breath caught in my throat.

Holy shit.

His cock was so hard it looked like it might burst, flushed dark and thick as hell, with a complicated network of bulging veins under the skin. Panic shot through me. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

Then I noticed his eyes, and my fear melted away. He looked at me like I was something sacred. The fire inside me burned hotter, and to hell with being nervous. I’d take whatever discomfort came with fucking because I loved Logan even more than I’d already thought.

His hands shook a little as he rolled on the condom and slicked himself. He swirled it around the head and down the shaft until everything was wet and glistening. For a moment, I heard only our hard breaths and the quiet squelch of lube.

He swiped more across my hole, tossed the bottle aside, and leaned over me, bracing himself on one elbow.

His other hand cupped my cheek as our lips met, and I nearly fucking came from the kiss alone.

It wasn’t just hot; it was everything I needed except him inside me.

My heart thundered as I clawed at his shoulders, wanting him so badly I could taste it.

“Logan, please. I need it.”

His face relaxed, and he gave me a small, crooked smile. “Need what, babe?”

“You.” I groaned. “I need you doing it to me. Please. I can’t wait.”

“Just to be sure, you want me to fuck your tight little ass, right?”

“Yes. Please. ”

“Well, since you’re begging and all…” He settled between my legs again and tapped my calves. “On my shoulders.”

I got them up there, and when he angled his cock against my hole, my pulse went haywire. The roar in my ears drowned out everything except my racing heart. He met my eyes and raised his brows.

I nodded and took a shallow breath. “Do it.”

He pushed. Nothing. Another try. Still nothing except frustrated grunts from both of us.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Exhale and push out a little, like you’re… you know.”

“Got it. Go again.” I blew out a breath, and on the next push, my body opened for him. He slid inside, ripping a strangled noise out of my throat, followed by, “Fuck. You’re in.”

“You doing okay?”

“Burns like hell, but I want it.”

“You feel…” He groaned and shut his eyes for a second. “Fucking incredible. Breathe for me, because I have to move a little.”

I grabbed the sheets. He started wiggling, inching in and out with tiny strokes, giving me time to adjust. It was too much and not enough all at once, an ache edged with pleasure. My legs trembled where they rested on his shoulders.

“Shit,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”

Every subtle thrust made me clench around him, and each time, he groaned. Then he leaned down and kissed me again. I clung to him, never wanting to let go. My legs slipped from his shoulders, and I wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in. Something inside me eased.

“That’s it, babe,” he whispered. “There you go.”

He pushed in deeper until he was completely inside me. We both gasped when he hit home. His cock was huge, a solid, pulsing weight that settled deep in my gut. When he flexed it, a rush of pleasure exploded behind my eyes.

“Jesus, Ade.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “You feel so fucking good.”

I held him, still catching my breath. “You too. I love it even more than I thought I would.”

“Everything okay? Tell me if I can do anything to make this better for you.”

“Thanks.” I moaned, shifting beneath him. “Just fuck me.”

He pulled out nearly to the tip, then pushed back in.

I moaned again, and when he did it harder, I shouted.

He kept it up, one slam blurring into another, each one harder and deeper than the one before.

His rhythm was brutal and perfect, and every thrust stole my breath.

The room echoed with slick, filthy sounds as flesh pounded flesh and the bed frame creaked like it might give.

Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine, and I raked my nails down his back.

Pain blurred into heat, pressure, and something so deep I never wanted to be without it again. I couldn’t shut up. “Fucking yes. Fucking yes. Fucking… yes!”

“You’re mine,” he growled, slamming in hard. “Take it.”

“Fuck. Harder!”

I thrashed, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, but he held me down and took over, ramming into me fast, without mercy. One savage drive knocked the wind out of me. I gasped and moaned, drowning in the pleasure. My cock was rock hard, leaking like a faucet.

He pushed up on one arm, spat in his other hand, and wrapped it around my cock. His grip was perfect, and he matched the rhythm of his hips. I nearly lost my mind.

The obscene sounds were louder now, the harsh slap of his flesh against mine combined with our desperate gasps and cries. The bed rocked harder, banging against the wall.

Logan widened his eyes and let out a strangled groan. I clung to his neck, and he bit my arm. It was so possessive I felt safer than ever, and as he blew on the spot, he drove his cock into me even harder.

“Jesus,” I choked out. “Gonna come. Please don’t stop. Don’t!”

He was gritting his teeth, fucking me with short, punishing thrusts, and I was closer with each one.

“Come for me,” he said. “Let me feel you lose it.”

I cried out, a half-sob, as my orgasm tore through me. Thick, white streams striped my chest. My asshole gripped him harder with every shot, dragging the moment out into one endless surge of pleasure.

He rammed into me and froze, then threw his head back and shouted my name as he came. Even with the condom, I felt the spurts deep inside me. His body jerked with each shot.

His grunts drove me even higher. My body twisted under his, wrung out by waves of ecstasy that wouldn’t stop. When I finally collapsed, he dropped down on top of me. We were both gasping for air.

I slid my palms up his sweaty back. “Holy fuck.”

“Yeah.” His voice was hoarse against my ear. “I love you, babe.”

“Love you too.” I dragged in another breath. “If I’d known it would feel that good, I’d have begged for it the first day we met.”

He chuffed out a soft laugh. “It’s never been this good for me before. We’re goddamn perfect together.”

“I’m gonna want it every day now.”

“I hope so.” He pushed up enough to meet my eyes. “I’m at your service anytime.”

We kissed, and then he flopped back down with a satisfied groan, still halfway on top of me.

“You are fucking incredible,” I said.

“Mm. You too.” He pressed his face against my throat. “Give me a minute, and I’ll clean us up.”

“Take your time.” I held him tighter as we lay there, skin glued with sweat and cum, and thought about how long we’d waited for this. Him, because he didn’t want to scare me. Me, because I’d been too stuck in my head to realize what I needed.

But I knew now, and I wasn’t letting go. This was too good to lose.