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He groans, eyes fluttering shut. “Yours.”
“Try again,” I say, jerking him dry. The friction has us both panting. “Are you a king in here, angel?”
He shakes his head, his hands gripping the shelf as he tries to sink into the sensation of me stroking him.
“Speak,” I snap.
“Ahh—no,” he pants. “You’re the king. You’re the god. You’re the emperor of the fucking universe, just don’t fucking stop.”
“And who are you?” I say, nipping his jaw before I’m sucking his throat. I swipe my thumb over his tip, taking that precum and getting him slick.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, his hands leaving the shelves to grip my hips.
“Did I say you could touch me?” I snap, my hand stilling on his dick.
With a groan, he raises both hands, holding the shelf that rests behind his head. “Take me,” he pleads. “Use me. I’m your dirty fucking whore. Please, Cay—”
I silence him with a kiss, dropping my hand from his throat to free myself from my athletic pants. But not before I tug loose my wallet, keys, and phone from my pocket, rattling them down on the shelf behind him. “Take off your shirt.”
Jake rushes to comply, stripping himself naked for me. He drops the Rays t-shirt to our feet, his cut muscles looking so defined after a night of athleticism out on that ice.
Ducking down, I kiss his chest, teasing his nipple between my teeth.
“Oh god,” he groans, knocking my hat off so he can fist my hair.
“Get the lube,” I say. “Wallet.”
He groans, fumbling as I trail my tongue across his chest, teasing his other nipple into a dark brown peak. Between us, his cock bobs, desperate for some attention.
“There’s two,” he pants, finding the individual packets of lube tucked into my wallet. Did I plan to fuck my husband in a closet tonight? You can’t always plan for these things. Best to be prepared.
“One now,” I reply. “You’re gonna fist our cocks. Get me ready to take that ass.”
He sighs with relief as he tears open the first lube packet. Squeezing it into his hand, he’s careful as he drops it down, wrapping our dicks together in his fist. “Of—fuck me—fuck—”
We both look down, foreheads pressed together as we watch him coat our dicks with lube. It feels fucking amazing. His dick against mine, the warmth and strength of his hand, the cool glide of the lube. My piercings create the perfect ribbed friction I know he craves. His eyes roll back before he shuts them tight, biting his bottom lip.
As I watch, I see his hand twist over our tips. My gaze catches on the thin line of black ink banding around his left ring finger. It’s the only tattoo on his body. His permanent wedding ring. A sign of the vows he’ll never break. To me. To Hurricane. To Mars and our boys.
He’s mine. He’sours.
I grab him by the shoulders, pressing my lips to his. We kiss feverishly, our bodies trembling as he keeps working his fist over our cocks. I bury my tongue in his mouth, opening him deep, sucking on his lip. His skin is so warm against mine, his hair still damp.
“Fuck—daddy, please,” he groans, his hand slowing on our dicks.
I smile against his lips. “Do you need to come, angel? Are you aching with it?”
“Yes.”
I drop my hand down, slapping his wrist to make him let go of our dicks. “Not yet. You’re gonna take that pounding first. I’m gonna fill this ass. Gonna make you bend over and spread wide as I bury my cock so deep you see stars.”
“Yes,” he says again. “Fucking do it. Cay, Ineedit—”
“You don’t come until I say,” I command. “I’m gonna fill this ass as you fill my hand. You’ll walk out of here King of the Ice with my cum dripping down your thighs.”
He’s already turning, eager for more. He hands me the lube packet over his shoulder, his hands gripping to the shelves.
I make quick work of tearing it open and squeezing a little onto my fingers. “Bend over,” I growl. “Show me what’s mine.”
