Page 91 of These Wicked Hearts

My thighs are shaking. I’m having a hard time keeping it together. I’ve never experienced anything like this. The pressure, pleasure, and feel of his body gripping mine is too much.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

His back arches and he grabs the back of my head, tugging me to his lips. “Obviously.” He grins against my mouth then sighs when he moves. “God, it’s so deep huh? How does it feel?”

“So good.” I kiss him hard. “So fucking good.” My hands travel around his stomach, locking around his waist, and I press my forehead to the back of his neck, holding on to him like I’m going to explode with this feeling. I rut into him. Each thrust makes me slide down the toy. “Holy shit. Betty Ross is so lucky.”

“Who?”

“His wife.” I groan when Gage pushes back on me. “Holy—wait. I’m close, Gage, wait.”

“No way.” He looks back at me. His grin sharpens against my lips. “You may be untouchable on the ice, but in here, you belong to me.” He pulls back. “Is that clear?”

I hug him tighter, burying my face back against his neck, and press kisses to the back of his spine, slowly pumping my hips. The give and take he gives me is so much sweeter than I could even dream. There’s pressure everywhere. In my ass, on my cock. His body is tight in my arms. Gage moans when my hips pick up speed.

“Gage—”

“Y-yeah.” He moans, squeezing me so tight he strangles my cock.

“I’m pretty sure I’d let you ruin my life if you asked nicely right now.” Gage’s knees buckle when I pick up speed. Steam swirls through the shower, mixing with the heat between us. “You know what . . . I think . . .” I purr into his ear then bite the junction of his shoulder.

“Enlighten me, Atlas,” he pants.

“I think you like this. I think you like me taking control.” He responds with more of those sweet noises. “You just needed someone worth taking it from you.”

Gage’s eyes snap back to mine. His pretty lips drop open. And for one moment neither of us says a word. I hold him to me, my hand sliding down his stomach, then I wrap it around his cock, watching his lips part more on a gasp.

“You know what else I think?” His eyes narrow. “I think you missed me more than you’ll admit.”

He watches me for a moment, and I watch him swallow then turn back around, pushing back against me. “Atlas, I’m going to come.”

I wrap my arm around his waist and thrust up into him. My climax crashes over me so hard it nearly hurts, my ass spasming around the obscene toy. “Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck, Gage. Holy sh-shit.”

I watch his arm work before he moans, sliding down my shaft and squeezing the life out of me as he comes. He sags against me and laughs. “Wow. That was. Unexpected.”

Okay, what? “Should I be offended? I’m a very gentle lover.”

He laughs as I slip from his body, and he turns to me, cupping my face and kissing me hard. “I had no doubt about that.”

I swallow and carefully slide off the toy with a wince, my body a bit too sensitive as my climax fades. “Oh, wow.” I turn and look at the toy stuck to the wall. “How funny would it be if it doesn’t come off? Clean it and you can use it as a sponge hanger.”

He pats the side of my face. “My ridiculous hockey boy.”

I open my mouth to tease him, but he doesn’t catch himself or correct what he said. Instead, he peels the toy off the wall and brings it out to clean it. He hands me a towel, which I wrap around my waist. There’s no word about me staying over, and I’d like to think it’s because he just expects me to.

“Thanks for the birthday present.” I’m not sure what, but something’s going on with him.

He smiles softly at me. “This was just for fun, but I got you something else. Uh. Something better.”

“Better than Bruce Banner’s dick? You got me a dick in a box for my birthday.”

“What?”

“You know the song.” He blinks at me. “Saturday Night Live? Do you not know any pop culture?”

“I’ll take your word for it.” His eyes flick down my chest. “Dry up and I’ll give it to you.”

“I don’t know how you’re going to top Hulk’s hammer, but I can’t wait to see.”