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TWENTY

carter

A crazy surge of need overtakes all rational thought, and for a few heated seconds, all I can think about is peeling Jack out of his suit and using my tongue to trace every cut of muscle and swirl of ink covering his chest. I don’t know what the hell has come over me, or how I’ve become this needy, sex-crazed guy when a few weeks ago, I was just entertaining weird thoughts of what I thought was extreme hero worship.

There are no doubts in my mind anymore about Jack and the way I feel.

I may have been able to lie to myself, could have convinced myself that the first time was just an experiment.

But there’s no way I can deny the truth to myself anymore.

I want him. Badly. Like I’ve never wanted anyone.

But even as my realization smacks me, so does the fact that he’s tormented by something, and whatever is sizzling my insides needs to fizzle the fuck out for now.

Sneaking a glance at him as I slow down for a red light, I feel the familiar thrum of my heart lobbing against my ribcage.

His head is turned enough that I can’t see the pain in his eyes, anguish that I know flares in the deep seas of green.

My God, it hurt for me to look at him outside of the hotel, to see the sheer helplessness on his face while he sat there, all by himself.

He’s always been such a dominating force on the ice, the air around him charged with electricity, excitement, and anticipation.

Nobody in their right mind would dare look away.

I know I never did, even after he cut me with his scathing words years ago.

Shit, I never thought I’d see the day that an apology would slip from his lips.

And even after all he’s been through so far this season, I’ve never seen him so vulnerable.

Not with that black eye, not in the stairwell after being verbally assaulted by those fucking haters in Ohio.

But something happened tonight.

Something big. And it had everything to do with Coach Dalton, I’m convinced of that.

I noticed him acting a little weird and very focused on Jack while we were talking, but I didn’t think anything of it until I found Jack cowering in a corner by himself.

Looking beaten down and broken beyond repair.

It was jarring, to say the least.

I would have done anything he wanted in those seconds when his defeated expression sliced my heart up like a mandolin.

I’d still do anything for him.

And even though a small part of me is afraid he’ll shut me down again, I’d have never said no when he asked me to take him home.

Because after all this time, despite his assholeness and pompous dickery, I’m still stuck on the guy.

I wordlessly pull into the parking garage in the basement of my building.

For the time being, I’m renting a condo here while I look for a more permanent place.

It’s private and protected from the paparazzi, so at least nobody will bother with us.

I don’t ask him any questions on the walk to my unit.

The elevator ride is silent, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

It damn near chokes me while I wait for the ding that pierces the air when the doors open on the seventh floor.

Once we’re inside, I loosen my tie and turn toward him.

“Do you want?—?”

But his lips swallow my words.

“The only thing I want is your cock inside of me,” he mutters against my mouth, pulling on my lower lip with his teeth.

Ohhh, fuck .

Words I’ve dreamed of hearing.

And words I fear because…

what happens when he’s done with me this time?

Will he shut down and walk away, leaving me drowning in one-sided emotions because he doesn’t give a shit about anything more than what I can do for him?

It doesn’t even take me a split second to decide that I don’t care.

Because I need my cock inside of him, too.

I don’t bother flicking on any lights.

The room is covered in a soft glow from where the moon peeks into the floor-to-ceiling windows that line one wall.

The city below is quiet, tranquil, the exact opposite of the way our frenzied hands grope and tug and fist. Our teeth crack, tongues tangled in a seductive dance, determined fingers tearing away the fabric barriers that keep us apart.

Jack yanks open my shirt, panting heavily as he breaks our kiss.

Buttons pop, flying through the air.

He pushes the shirt off my shoulders as he tugs open his belt buckle, then unbuttons his pants before shoving them to the floor .

I bring a hand to my mouth and lick the palm before gripping his hard cock.

“That is so fucking hot,” he moans, thrusting his hips against my fingers.

With my free hand, I grab him by the hair, fisting it tight and pulling his head closer.

“Tell me whose cock this is, Jack.” I stroke him harder, my heart hammering.

Precum drips over my finger as I drag it across his slit.

“Fuck, I love the dirty talk.” He presses his fingers into my hips, letting out another groan as I work my hand faster and harder.

“It’s your cock. All yours. And you can do whatever you want with it.” A sharp hiss of air follows.

“That feels so fucking good.”

Blood rushes between my ears; sheer, primal lust consuming me, erasing any insecurities I have about being with him.

The way he responds to my hand charges me up, knowing that it’s me who can make him feel this way has my own dick dripping.

I’m not usually a dirty talk kind of guy, but with Jack it feels right.

Everything with him feels right.

So I ignore the warning voice in my head because I need this.

“You want me to fuck you?” I rasp, flipping him around so his back is against the glass.

“Yes,” he growls. “I want you deep inside of my ass. I want you to fuck me with that perfect cock. I want you to fuck me so good and make me come so hard.”

My dick strains against my pants as I slide down the length of his body, dragging my tongue down the side of his neck.

I grab onto one of his nipples with my teeth, making him suck in a gasp before I continue tasting and exploring him.

I rub my hands down the sides of his torso, my tongue jutting out to lick each one of his chiseled abs before I kneel down and bring my lips to his massive cock.

I widen my lips as I take him in slow, the tang of his precum teasing my lips.

I slide my hands around to his ass, kneading the flesh as I work his cock with my lips and tongue.

He jerks his hips forward, driving deep into my mouth.

I sputter, my gag reflex kicking in as the tip hits the back of my throat.

I dig my fingers deeper into his ass, trying to breathe as he fucks my mouth so fast, I can barely keep up.

He swivels his hips and I struggle to breathe.

My eyes water as he assaults my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair.

“You’re so good, that mouth feels so good wrapped tight around my cock.” He pulls my hair, jabbing the back of my throat over and over as I choke and cough.

He never stops. Doesn’t even slow down.

And even though I can barely breathe right now, I know I wouldn’t want him to slow down.

With one last thrust, his body shudders, his cock filling my mouth with thick, hot cum.

It drizzles out of the corners of my mouth as he thrashes against my face.

I lap it up, sliding my tongue over his cock, drinking down everything he has to give.

Jack’s head collapses back against the window, his chest heaving.

His dick slips from my slick lips and I rise to my feet, my gaze latching onto Jack’s glittering eyes.

“That was fucking amazing,” he says in a breathless whisper.

“You sure you’ve never sucked cock before?”

The corners of my lips curl upward.

And fuck my life because in that moment, I know his cock is the only one I’ll ever want to suck.

“Kiss me,” I say. “I want you to taste yourself on my tongue.”

Jack grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me close, capturing my lips like a voracious predator.

“Now I need you to fill me up.”

His hands fumble with my pants and shirt, his fingers working overtime to strip me down.

I wrap my arms around him and press into him, the friction of our dicks rubbing together awakening every nerve ending in my body.

My chest is flush against him, locking his back to the glass.

I coat my fingers with saliva before bringing them around to his ass.

I slip them inside the tight ring of muscle, hooking them as I drive them deep inside of his heat.

“Fuck,” he moans as I work him open.

Then I bring my mouth back to his, driving my tongue between his lips.

Our tongues twist and tussle, coiling with heat and lust.

I scissor my fingers and he rides my fingers, grasping both of our dicks with one of his hands.

We grind together, sweat streaking our skin as we rock against each other, writhing with every rub and tug.

My breath hitches when my eyes float open to find his half-hooded ones watching me with an intensity that makes my blood burn hot.

I pull my fingers from his ass and turn him around so his face is pressed against the glass.

“Anyone looking up can see us,” he says as I line my cock up with his ass.

“Good,” I say. “Let them watch what I can do to you.” I grab onto his earlobe with my teeth.

“What only I can do to you.”

I wrap my fingers around his cock and squeeze as I thrust into his hole.

His muscles clamp down on me, his hips working my hand and my dick.

I fuck him long and deep, taking my time to slide out before driving back into him.

His ass tightens, making my cock scream for release.

My balls ache with every thrust, slapping against his ass cheeks as he pulls me deeper and deeper until he screams out.

I shudder, working his dick, my own cock throbbing in the confines of his ass.

Tingles erupt in my groin, igniting flames that burst into every cell.

The orgasm rumbles and growls, tearing through my insides.

Jack’s cock jerks, cum spilling over the sides of my hand when I let out a sharp yell, filling him with everything I have to give.

I almost immediately collapse against him, a deep, shuddering breath quaking my chest. I lay my forehead against his shoulder, grazing his skin with my lips.

“You’re incredible,” I mumble, post-coital bliss taking control of my mouth before I can swallow down the words.

I move my hand to the area over his heart, pressing against it, the thump of his heartbeat as out of control as mine.

“I’m not,” he finally says in a tight voice that chills my skin.

“And once you realize that, you’ll be better off.”