Page 61 of These Wicked Games (Wicked Sins #1)

Oli nods, then looks me up and down. “You look so cute in your jersey.” A hot blush spreads on my cheeks.

“We did good, Andre.” I grin wider now, standing to put on the rest of my gear, and Oli watches me, taking my hair and putting it up for me before he grabs my helmet.

“I love you, Dre.” He slips it over my head and I tug it down, looking at Oli through my grate.

I can’t wait until later. Oli and I have a two-week vacation coming, and I’m going to drink in every second with him.

“If I trip, I’m going to punch you. ”

Yeah, okay, sure. This man would never raise a violent hand to me unless I was begging for it, but I’ll make him feel like the big bad man he thinks he is.

“Don’t be a baby, you’re not going to trip.

” My hands remain over his eyes as I walk him through our living room.

It feels weird to think about, since we’ve only been living together a month.

Grey said we’re moving too fast, but Grey’s been cynical of everything lately. I thought he’d be a little better after surgery, but it’s like he got a personality change along with a repaired ACL.

Hockey this year is off limits for him, the tear way worse than the doctors anticipated. Oli’s trying to act like everything will be okay, for both Grey and Atlas, but I know the truth.

It’s unlikely that Grey will ever play again.

I feel his hand reach behind and cup my dick. “Don’t distract me!”

He chuckles, letting me lead him through to the empty wall . . . or the previously empty wall. We didn’t get to celebrate Christmas, not really, and I know how much he loves it. So I had this idea, and I just hope he likes it.

“Okay, ready.”

“Ready for you to choke on my—” I let his eyes go, and he stands, blinking at the wall.

Maybe this is bad. Maybe it’s lame, I don’t know.

He blinks, taking in the shiny green paper shaped like a Christmas tree.

There are little ornaments I made with pictures from our games.

Of him and Atlas and Grey. A couple of myself on the Vipers, and then at the top, a picture of his mother in a shiny yellow star.

“Oli? ”

I watch his throat work as he takes in the shitty tree.

It’s not the best. “I didn’t have much time, and it could use some—” He tugs me to him, burying his face into my neck, and it takes a minute for my brain to come back online before I hug him back.

I love this sappy bastard. “You’re such a baby. ”

“Fuck you,” he mumbles into my neck. Then kisses. My skin warms, then blooms with heat as I feel those lips again. “I love you.”

“Damn right you do.” I smile. “Who’s romantic as fuck now?”

Rolling his eyes, he peels himself away from my neck. “It’s a little crooked.”

“Oh, fuck you, Oli. This tree is fantastic.” He smiles slightly, touching it. “Say it. Say I’m more romantic than you.” I fold my arms. “Say it!”

“I can do that,” he says, still looking at the tree, but then those sapphire eyes land on me. “Or we can go upstairs and you can fuck me.”

“Fuck romance.” I grab his hand, tugging him upstairs.

“Andre . . .” The moan that follows makes my cock twitch between my legs.

I dive in, feasting on this gorgeous man and his equally tasty hole.

I bite his ass cheek, then suck a kiss against it, then do the same to the other before spreading him wide and diving back in.

I feel him clench against my tongue, the noises he makes an erotic symphony for me to enjoy.

“Mmf.” I grab a handful of Oli’s ass. It’s just perfect, and while I’ve seen this gloriously muscled ass hundreds of times, seeing it now, offered to me . . . Fuck yeah. I jiggle it a little, just indulging in this. “Fucking beautiful.”

“Will you fucking hurry up! I never take this long.”

“Yeah, you’re a bit of a quick draw.” Oli gets up on his elbows, twisting to look behind himself and glare at me. The pillow I have propped under his body holds his ass up just a bit.

“I last just fine!” he grits out. “Can you do something please?” Oli begs, and I love the desperate edge to his voice.

Fine, fine. I just want to savor this. Leaning over, I grab the lube, squirting a bit in my hands.

Then I smooth that hand up his crack, gently patting his hole.

Grabbing both his cheeks, I spread him wide.

“Fuck, that is beautiful.” Squirting more lube into my hand, I stroke my cock.

I can’t believe this. At the start of this season, if I could have seen me now, I wouldn’t have believed it.

In September I’d lived with my abusive dickhead of a father.

I’d hated my life, and actively tried to avoid living it.

Now I’m in love with the most frustrating and gorgeous man, and I’ve never felt happier in my life. My father was deemed a flight risk so he’s being held without bail. I never have to see him again if I don’t want to. It’s over.

With two fingers, I gently press, then slip inside his hole. I feel him tense, so I go easy now. Crowding his body, I kiss his shoulder. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he moans .

“Tight, baby.” I kiss the side of his head. “You ready for something bigger?” He squeezes the blankets hard as I pass that spot. “Spread your legs more.” I get off him, watching Oli get into position on his knees. He spreads himself a little more.

I take hold of my cock, thrusting against his ass crack. “Andre . . .” I stroke a few times, just watching him. Those tattoos decorate every line, curve, and muscle. He’s so beautiful to look at. Notching my cock to his hole, I begin to push. “Wait!”

“I barely entered you.”

“Just wait.” He pushes back on my thighs.

“You know, I’m not this much of a drama queen,” I tease.

“Yeah, well, you’re bigger than I am!”

“I know how much that must have hurt to admit. Much more than my bigger, more superior cock is about to.” I laugh. He punches my thigh the best he can reach. “Just relax, okay?”

“Have you ever tried to relax?”

“Oli, I’m going to fuck you now, and unless you don’t want me to do this, please shut up and let me work my magic.

” I hear him huff, settling back against the pillows.

My god, his ass is magnificent. While we bark back and forth the weight of this hits me.

Oli loves me and is letting me do this because he wants to try with me.

Not because he has something to prove, but because he wants me. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles.

I notch my cock to his hole, biting my lip as I slip inside, trying to go slow.

Fuck. Heat hugs me like a vise. “Damn, baby.” I watch the way his back muscles bunch and tense as I slide slowly inside him.

Planting my knees outside his thighs, my hips hit his ass, my forehead pressing to the middle of his shoulder blades as I wait.

“ My fucking damn, Oli.” I kiss between his shoulder blades, then another against the side of his head while his face buries into the pillow. “You okay?” I whisper.

Oli nods, his face still pressed into the pillow. He pulls back, and what I expect is pain, but I’m not prepared for the look of pure heat those blue eyes are filled with. “Jesus, Dre.”

“I am godly, yes.”

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head and turning it to kiss me. “Fuck me,” he whispers against my lips.

With absolute pleasure. I roll my hips, loving the way his body hugs me.

He feels so good and I want this to last, but it’s been a while since I’ve topped and the feel of his walls squeezing me is the sweetest damn pressure I’ve ever felt.

While I do prefer the way Oli takes control of my pleasure, I don’t feel the need to shut my brain off anymore.

Since my father got arrested there’s this light, airy feeling that fills me every day.

I don’t have to be afraid. I don’t have to walk on eggshells, and while yeah, it is my mission every damn day to irritate the gorgeous man under me, it’s always out of fun.

We fight, we bicker, we irritate the fuck out of each other, but I’m never afraid. Oli loves me so much, and I feel it on a molecular level every single damn day.

Slowly moving, he gets up on his knees, putting his head down and offering himself up. I grab his ass, spreading his cheeks, watching the way we fit. “Fuck, this is so hot, baby.”

“Feels so good,” he moans.

“Yeah?” He nods, moaning louder, and I have to say, bottom Oli may be my favorite.

“Who’s the puck bunny now?” Oli pushes back, and I slip out and brace for him to throw me down on the bed.

Which he does, pushing me against the blankets.

What I don’t expect is for him to get on top and sit right down on my cock. “Holy fuck!”

Oli begins to roll his hips, the look on his face so blissed out it doesn’t feel real.

His hips begin to roll, just the way I do to him.

His body’s magnificent, big and unyielding, as he rolls his hips on my dick.

My fingers find his hips, guiding his body when I don’t need to.

He knows just what he’s doing and it’s driving me crazy. “You’re amazing at this.”

“I told you. I’m good at everything.” His hands press to my chest as he picks up speed. His cock drips onto my stomach, and I stroke him with each roll, soaking in the full-body shudder that sweeps over him.

I grab him by the waist, switching our positions and pulling him under me. “Wrap your thighs around me.”

“No!”

“Do it,” I growl, biting his neck. “Wrap those sexy thighs around me.” Stunned, he listens, and I fuck him hard. I’m so close. I feel him reach down to touch himself, and he fists his cock fast. I’m about to lose it. “Can I come inside you?” He moans, nodding as I bring him to the edge.

“Do you trust me?”

“I’m afraid to say yes,” he chokes out, his golden skin dusting with red as he reaches his end. I move a bit, planting my feet on the bed, and slip out of his body. I cup under his knees, pushing them back. Getting onto my feet, I crouch, notching my cock to his hole.

“Holy shit. ”