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“Then why did you come here tonight?”
Nico didn’t answer right away, his attention on his hand, which was sliding across Bennett’s chest. “I wanted to know if you have any information about my list of players.”
That was a lie. If Nico wanted to know that, he could’ve texted Bennett. It didn’t require breaking into Bennett’s apartment in the middle of the night again. “Bullshit. Tell me why you really came here.”
Nico’s fingers moved up to circle Bennett’s throat. He squeezed with just enough pressure to be interesting. “Are you calling me a liar, Verreault?”
“Yes.” Bennett’s voice was a husky rasp that sounded like sex.
“Hmm.” Nico leaned in, lowering until their mouths were centimeters apart. “I have killed men for such an insult.”
“Maybe just kiss me instead.”
With a tiny growl, Nico closed the distance between their mouths. Their lips molded together like they’d been doing this all their lives, a perfect fit. Christ, he’d missed this. Nico was a great kisser, thorough and intense, never holding back, not even for a second. Bennett latched onto Nico’s head, fingers sinking into his thick hair, and tried to keep up.
Seconds later, their tongues met, and Nico tasted like mint and dark bitter coffee, and Bennett couldn’t get enough. Warm breath and slick velvet. The slight rasp of Nico’s beard. The weight of Nico’s body pressing Bennett into the mattress, keeping him grounded yet dizzy at the same time.
None of this cooled Bennett’s blood; in fact, it only made it worse. His dick was throbbing, painfully hard beneath the covers, and he was dying to give it some friction. “Nico, please.”
“I am trying to let you sleep.”
“Fuck sleep. I’m dying for you to touch me.”
Nico slid his hand under the covers. Then he caressed Bennett’s abs and kept going, diving down past the waistband of Bennett’s briefs to wrap around his dick. Bennett’s back bowed off the mattress, pleasure arcing through him like lightning. “Fuck.”
Nico shoved the covers off. “Take these off,” he instructed, removing his hand out from the briefs and letting the elastic snap.
Bennett stripped off his underwear. Now completely naked, he watched as Nico stood, reached into the drawer, and removed the lube. Then Nico took off his sweater and Bennett was immediately distracted by the muscles and tendons, the tiny gathering of dark hair bisecting Nico’s chest. This was a gorgeous man, complete with harsh edges and sharp angles, and a bone-deep confidence forged in hard work and tough decisions. That he was also amazing in bed seemed unfair.
Nico unfastened his belt, then unzipped his jeans. The outline of his hard dick was visible through his dark briefs and Bennett dug his fingers into the mattress to keep from reaching for it. “Nico. Hurry.”
In one smooth motion, Nico lowered his jeans and briefs, taking his socks off at the same time. Then he was naked, but Bennett didn’t have time to appreciate it before Nico was stretching out on the bed next to him. They were now pressed against each other and heat radiated off Nico’s big frame, trapping Bennett in a haze of all the things he desperately wanted in that moment, a list that grew longer and longer by the second. He ran his hands over Nico’s shoulders, over his collarbones and pecs, trying to calm himself before he started begging and pleading, offering up money and internal organs just to get Nico to move faster.
Why do I crave this? Why does it have to be him?
“I want you messy,” Nico was saying in his low accented voice as he flicked open the cap on the bottle. “I need you to come all over both of us, capisce?” Shifting slightly, he drizzled lube on Bennett’s dick. The bottle was quickly dealt with and then Nico’s hand was on Bennett’s shaft, slicking him up and squeezing.
Bennett let out a loud moan as pressure surrounded him. The grip was perfect, making his toes curl and causing his vision to go white. Nico’s mouth found his and they were kissing again, so Bennett pulled him closer and adjusted the angle, letting their tongues glide against one another, humid breath coating each other’s skin. Nico’s hand, firm and steady, kept pace on Bennett’s dick, adding a twist of his wrist over the head, and Bennett wasn’t sure how long he could last. Already pressure was building, tangling, sending tingles along his upper thighs.
“Shit, Nico,” he whispered.
“I like when you say my name like this.”
Nico’s lips found Bennett’s again, the kiss filthy and demanding, exactly like every other kiss Nico gave him, and Bennett knew he would never get enough of these kisses, not in a hundred years. No one had ever kissed him like this, undoing him bit by bit, taking him apart, destroying him. He was going to come if Nico kept this up and it was too fucking soon.
Reaching down, he tried to wrap his fingers around Nico’s dick, but Nico grabbed his wrist. “Let me take care of you, bello. Then you can sleep.”
No, no, no. Bennett needed Nico to join him in this madness, a co-conspirator in a lube-related crime. “Together. Please. I want to feel you come on me.”
“So dirty,” Nico murmured. “If I do this, will you go to sleep and I can finally leave for work?”
“Yes.” Bennett dug his fingernails into the back of Nico’s neck. “I promise.”
Nico swung a leg over Bennett’s hip and lined up their groins. When Nico’s hard dick brushed Bennett’s slick shaft, they both groaned. Nico took them both in one of his hands, large fingers squeezing their dicks tightly, his other hand braced beside Bennett’s head for balance. “Cazzo, you feel so good.”
Bennett was beyond words. Instead, he struggled just to breathe, his body urging him to thrust, to rut, because the sensations were incredible. He gasped when Nico jerked them both at the same time, their cocks trapped in that tight, rough grip, and the heat and pressure ripped him apart from the inside. The dazed expression Nico wore said maybe he was experiencing the same, and Bennett couldn’t wait to see this man fall apart.
“I liked watching you,” Nico said, his accent thicker now. “During the game you are sweaty and rough, barking orders and so fucking fast on the ice. A general leading his troops. This I understand, no?”
