Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey 2)

I need to feel his dick against mine.

Before I can give that need any more thought, I grab his thighs and yank his legs up around my waist.

“Shit.” He grips my shoulders in surprise, but I’ve got him pinned so he’s not going anywhere. Then I shift and finally bring our cocks together.

Beck tries to fight his eyes rolling back. Something about the raw need shoots lust straight to my dick. I grind against him, and I don’t know what it is about feeling how badly he wants me that drives me crazy, but my hips take on a mind of their own. The deep groans coming from his swollen lips spurs me on.

He locks his ankles behind my back, and as I’m about to kiss him again, his fingers wind through the back of my hair … and my head jerks back. I’m facing the ceiling as Beck’s other hand closes over my jaw and his breath hits my ear. “Think you’re in control here?”

“Damn right I am.”

He bites my earlobe with enough force my breath catches, so I pull him away from the wall then slam him back into it.

Beck’s grunt smoothly turns to laughter. “That might work on one of your little princesses, but I think I’ve found a new kink.”

“Which is?”

“You being rough turns me the fuck on.”

I don’t want to admit it, but my lips are already answering. “Yeah, me too.”

I squeeze his ass as tight as I can through his shorts and move away from the entryway. Beck finally releases my head, and the burn in my neck fades as soon as his mouth is back on mine. I moan into the kiss, loving every second we’re touching, and when I reach the bed, I throw him on it and blanket his body with mine.

He flips us, so I roll until he’s on his back again, but he switches us again just as quickly.

As we fight for dominance, our kisses get more demanding. He stands first, and I move to a seated position on the bed, but it’s made more difficult by the fact he won’t stop touching and kissing me.

He leans over, his presence so domineering and powerful.

When he finally pulls back enough to get rid of his shirt, I hurry to do the same.

Beck moves between my legs, and my fingers run over his abs, his chest, his shoulders. I can’t make them stop.

His body is so hard, so strong, so sexy, and when he drops his pants and briefs in one go, I’m faced with my weakness. That tan line. And when he bends to take off his socks and I get a glimpse of his firm, perfect ass? I’m done for.

I’m not playing anymore. I quickly lose the rest of my clothes.

Beck’s stare is locked on my erection, and my hands are itching to grab him. Before he can make a move, my arms close around his waist and I pull him onto the bed, pinning him beneath me.

I push his arms above his head and hold them there, before making quick work of grabbing my lube and pumping some in my hand. The curses that fall from Beck’s mouth are filthy and needy.

Then I line up our cocks and wrap my hand around us both.

His laugh is drenched with lust. “Have you done this before?”

I’m too turned on to answer him. How the hell have I never realized how good another dick feels against my own?

The lube makes things smoother, but as I fuck into my fist the way I’ve done a million times before, the feel of Beck’s cock sliding against mine almost makes me lose control.

Other than my labored breaths, Beck’s mouth is on fast forward. It seems kissing really is the only way to shut him up, because I’ve never heard someone so vocal during sex. None of it makes any sense, but it doesn’t need to, because all the cursing and groaning is like its own language—one my dick apparently speaks.

I pick up the rhythm, and my headboard bangs into the wall. Beck’s hips join mine, and I glance down to see two dicks sliding against each other.

“Fuck!” I groan and slam my hips against his, chasing my orgasm that’s just out of reach.

Beck makes a strangled grunt, and I glance up in time to see his eyes close. His head drops back on a silent scream, making the chords in his neck stand out as he comes.

“Shit, shit, shit.” My orgasm tears from me, and my cum hits his chest, his stomach, and his dick. It’s such a turn-on, I want to go again. Right now.

Instead, completely instinctually, I reach down and smear our cum together before rubbing it into his tan line.

“Are you … marking me?”

Our eyes lock. “Yes.”

One long heated moment passes between us, and then Beck starts to laugh. It’s slightly hysterical, and breathy, and he pulls me down to cut it off with a kiss.