Page 137 of Offside Angle

When I finally let him take a little more, his eyelids flutter and he lets out a low, surprised moan. The vibration makes my hips twitch, but I force myself to stay controlled.

“That’s it,” I breathe, stroking his cheek with my thumb. “You’re doing so well. Just breathe.”

Matteo’s hands tighten on my thighs.

I pull back slightly to give him air, then slide in again, a fraction deeper this time. His eyes water a little, but he doesn’t tap out. Instead he looks up at me, determined to take whatever I give him.

Every instinct is screaming at me to thrust deeper, to take the control he’s offering and use his mouth the way I want to. Especially with the way he’s looking up at me. It’s the most dangerous combination of vulnerable and willing I’ve ever seen from him.

I force my hips to stay steady and stroke my thumb along his jaw instead. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I tell him. “On your knees for me. Looking up at me like that.”

Matteo’s eyes flutter at the praise.

“Who would’ve thought the cocky defenseman would look this pretty with his mouth full.”

Matteo’s eyes narrow just slightly and I feel him smirk around my cock. The vibration and the attitude together nearly undo me. Before I can stop myself, I push in just a little deeper than before.

Matteo gags softly, eyes watering, but when I start to pull back his fingers dig hard into the backs of my thighs — holding me there, stopping me from retreating too far.

I let out a breathless, incredulous laugh.

“Brat,” I say, the word coming out half groan, half warning.

Matteo suddenly pulls back, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to the head of my cock for a second before it breaks. “Teach me how not to choke on it,” he says.

I look down at him, still breathing heavily myself, and can’t help the small, incredulous smile that pulls at my mouth. “You’ve told girls how to do this before,” I point out, brushing my thumb over his shiny bottom lip. “You know the theory.”

Matteo scowls up at me. “Knowing and doing are different,” he mutters. “Obviously.”

I huff out a laugh and card my fingers through his messy hair. “Alright,” I say, still teasing but softer now. “Come here. I’ll teach you.”

I guide him back in, keeping my hand under his jaw again. “Relax your throat,” I instruct.. “Don’t fight it when I go deeper. Breathe through your nose and let me control it. If it’s too much, you tap. Clear?”

“Clear,” he says.

I feed myself back between his lips, watching him carefully as I start to teach him properly.

With every careful thrust, I let him take a little more.

Matteo’s eyes are watering, but he’s looking up at me with pure mischief now. I know that look. I’ve seen it on the ice right before he does something reckless and brilliant.

“No…” I warn. “Don’t do it.”

He just lets his eyes roll back. And then the fucker swallows around me.

The tight squeeze of his throat rips the last of my control away. A broken, punched-out groan tears out of me as my hips jerk forward on instinct. My hand tightens in his hair and I come hard down his throat, my vision going white at the edges.

“Fuck— Matteo—”

I try to pull back, but he holds on for another second, swallowing again. Only when I tug more firmly at his hair does he finally let me go, gasping for air, lips shiny and swollen, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

I brace one hand against the wall and try to catch my breath, staring down at him in something close to disbelief.

I haul Matteo up by the front of his shirt and crush our mouths together.

The kiss is messy and hard and full of leftover adrenaline. I can taste myself on his tongue. I’m half-laughing against his lips, completely ruined by what he just did, and Matteo is grinning into the kiss like he knows exactly how much he just wrecked me.

When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard.