See You In Boston (CU Hockey 5.50)

Rossi’s breathing deepens as he strokes me, unsure at first but getting more confident as the seconds tick by. “Tyson?”

“Yeah.”

“This is so goddamn hot.”

He moves at the same time as me, meeting me halfway in a teeth clanking kiss. His tongue surges forward, and his hands close over the backs of my thighs as he hefts me off the ground.

I jump into his arms, and—

Crack.

“Fuck!” My knee connects so hard with the sink, pain radiates up my leg.

Rossi smothers a chuckle as he stumbles into the shower and presses me against the wall. “We’re killing this.”

“Definitely not the kind of bruises I usually expect during sex.”

“You okay?”

“It could be broken and we wouldn’t be stopping. Ignore. Carry on.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” His hands travel up my thighs, and his mouth drops to the junction between my neck and shoulder that makes me go wild. I arch into him, hands running down his back until they close over his ass and pull him closer toward me. His cock lines up with mine, and we moan in unison.

The friction, combined with the hot water pouring over us, makes my cock throb.

“Maybe we should finish this up and head upstairs.”

“Soon.” Rossi pulls back with a wicked smile. “We have to get you ready first.”

My feet touch the ground, and Rossi sinks to his knees.

He looks up at me with water-clumped eyelashes, dark hair slick against his head, and I feel like I might overheat. Then he slowly leans forward and closes his mouth over the head of my cock.

And nope, now I’m going to overheat.

I card my fingers through his hair, doing my best to hold off and think of anything but how badly he’s turning me on. Because I’m being fucked tonight, damn it, and nothing is going to stop that.

“Sweetheart, as much as I love—and I really, really love—what you’re doing right now, we need to get to the butt stuff, or I’m gonna come.”

He grabs one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder. “Relax, I’m getting there. Move the water.”

I angle the showerhead away, and then he ducks his head between my legs.

Rossi works one finger over my hole while he holds my balls up with the other hand. My head falls back against the tile as I relax into his touch, and when his tongue darts out and licks along my crease, a whimper falls from my mouth.

Even this much is incredible. Rossi keeps working me over, adding more fingers, mouth pressing deeper until he’s fucking me with his tongue. I’m sure I’m whimpering, but I can’t take stock of my body in any way other than how incredible I feel.

He abruptly pulls away, and when he stands, his eyes are all dark and glazed. “You’re ready. Here or …”

“Supplies are upstairs.” I hurry to switch off the shower and reach around him to grab us both towels. The space is so tight, I’m constantly pressed up against him, and where I thought my bathroom was too small, now it feels like the exact perfect size.

The short walk to my loft helps settle my dick by the tiniest fraction, but I’m still so hard by the time I climb the ladder to the loft, I don’t care what kind of view he has as he follows me.

I go straight for the condoms and lube, pulling out way too many in my hurry before I fall onto my bed and drop them beside me.

Rossi chuckles as he holds up the strip of condoms. “Six, huh? Why don’t we get the first time out of the way first before you decide if you want more?”

“You’re saying there’s the chance of a repeat?”

He crawls over me. “I’m sure you’re the one who promised me all weekend.”

I pull his weight against me and draw him into a deep kiss. He swallows my moans and ruts against me. My heart surges into my throat as he fumbles around beside us, and I hear the sharp snap of him opening the lube.

He groans as he starts to finger me, pressing deeper and harder until he reaches my prostate and makes my thighs quake.

“Fuck.” I blindly reach for the condom, and when my hand makes contact, I tear it from the others and rip it open before rolling it down Rossi’s shaft.

He pulls his fingers from me and repositions so he’s holding himself up on his forearms. “You good?”

“No.” I pout. “I need you inside me.”

“True. You’ve waited long enough.”

He kisses me as he reaches down and positions his cock at my entrance. I’m hit with a spike of anticipation, and then he’s pushing forward, giving me the delicious burn I’ve been craving for too long.

My moan is long and loud.

It’s every bit as amazing as I’d hoped. He bottoms out, and the way I’m stretched around his cock makes me feel deliciously full.