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Nico began working the length with his mouth, paying attention to what made Verreault twitch, what made him moan. It was what he did in business, as well, learning what people wanted and turning them into putty in his hands. This was no different.

When Verreault’s thighs trembled, Nico slowed down. “No—fuck,” Verreault complained. “I’m so close.”

Nico let him go with a wet pop. “The lube?”

“Drawer.”

Verreault started to roll toward the nightstand, but Nico pushed him back down. “Resta. I will get it.” Inside the drawer, he found lube and a strip of condoms. He tore off one foil package and tossed it onto the bed, then grabbed the bottle of lube. “Everything off.”

There was no hesitation in the way Verreault stripped out of his clothing. Nico took this as a very good sign for the rest of the night, so he stood and began shedding his own clothing. Not as quickly, not as carelessly, but he let Verreault see each millimeter of progress. Nico was proud of his body, the excellent physique he maintained as a way of intimidating his rivals and projecting strength. He draped each article of clothing on the chair in the corner, and toed off his custom leather shoes. After he removed his socks, he was completely naked. He walked back to the bed and watched as Verreault focused wide eyes on Nico’s cock.

“Jesus, that’s . . . ”

Nico paused by the side of the bed and let his hand sift through Verreault’s messy hair, almost petting him. “That’s what?”

“Too bad for you. It must suck to have such a tiny dick.”

A startled laugh fell out of Nico’s mouth. “I am sorry. Hopefully, you will soldier through tonight.”

“I’ll try.”

Verreault reached out, his grip strong, and Nico allowed himself to be positioned astride the man’s chest. Then Verreault sucked him down with impressive technique, sending sizzles racing down Nico’s spine and along the backs of his thighs. Sensation overwhelmed him and he closed his eyes. Cazzo, it was good. Better than good. It felt incredible. Wet heat and the glide of tongue, and Nico couldn’t help but rock his hips and fuck that tight mouth. Verreault didn’t stop, not even when he gagged. It was impressive.

“So eager,” Nico murmured as he clutched Verreault’s hair in one fist. “Needy. You are desperate for it, no?”

The other man moaned and the vibration traveled along Nico’s shaft, straight into his balls. The desire to keep going, to fuck and fuck and fuck until he shot directly into this man’s throat, clawed at Nico’s insides. He forced himself to pull out.

“Roll over,” he instructed and moved to the side. Verreault did as ordered, his hands folding under his chin, and Nico couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the view. Verreault’s wide shoulders, the smooth skin . . . the back muscles that told a story of good genetics and long hours in a gym. But his ass? This was an entire novel. Nico had never seen anything like it, two globes of absolute perfection, thick and muscular. The round flesh begged to be bitten, for determined teeth to test its strength, to leave marks for the entire world to see.

Later, he told himself and shoved a pillow under Verreault’s hips. Then Nico lightly ran his fingertips over the long spine, enjoying the soft sigh that resulted. Easing Verreault’s legs apart, he moved between them, lying down with his chest on the mattress, and got comfortable. He planned to be here a long time. Using his thumbs, he pried apart Verreault’s cheeks until the tight ring of muscle was revealed. Leaning in, he set to work.

At the first touch of his tongue, the hockey captain jolted. “Wait⁠—”

Nico paused, waiting for the rest of the sentence. “Is there a problem?”

“No, I just . . . Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Do you like it?”

“I mean, yes. But not everyone enjoys doing it, so . . . ”

There was much to unpack there, but Nico didn’t want to waste time on it now. “Stop thinking,” he ordered right before he leaned in and began licking Verreault open. He varied his technique, first with long licks, then he mixed in short flicks until Verreault was whining, clawing at the covers. His body relaxed and the opening loosened, allowing Nico to penetrate him with the tip of his tongue, resulting in curses drifting into the silence of the room. Nico didn’t stop. He knew how good this felt, and he wanted Verreault mindless, his resistance completely obliterated.

“Shit, fuck,” Verreault muttered. “That feels so—fuck!”

Nico reached for the lube. He managed to get it uncapped and pour a healthy dose onto his fingers without ever breaking his rhythm on Verreault’s rim. When he was ready, he kissed one muscular cheek as he smoothed a fingertip around the tight hole. His finger slipped inside, the heat nearly scalding his skin, and Nico thought about how good it was going to feel to put his dick in there. Taking a few breaths to calm down, he pumped his hand until his finger was fully inside the tight channel, then he searched for the spot that⁠—

Verreault stiffened, his back arching as he gasped. “Oh, god!”

There it was. Nico gave Verreault’s prostate another swipe, then worked a second finger in, stretching, preparing. When Verreault relaxed around the second finger, Nico rewarded him with a few brushes of his prostate.

“I’m r-ready,” Verreault panted. “You don’t need to keep going.”

First of all, he wasn’t ready. And second, Nico would do whatever the fuck he wanted to this man.

“You are used to rushing,” he said against the skin of Verreault’s lower back. “I am not. Can you guess who will win?”

“Please. I need you to fuck me.”