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“Yeah?” There’s no disguising the pride in my voice as I start to rock my hips forward, only to have him clamp his hands on my thighs, hard.
“Don’t move. Not yet.”
“You’re killing me, big guy. I’d say going mid-fuck would be kind of the perfect end, but it’d be a tragedy not to bust this nut after you worked it into this state.”
“I want to last longer than a few pumps. I want you to enjoy it.”
Prying his hand off my leg, I wrap it around my now angry-red length. “Does it feel like I’m not enjoying this?”
Noah flexes and squeezes his fingers, then gives me a slow, firm stroke. “No.”
“Okay, good. Now...” I rock my hips slowly, warming him up for what comes next. “I’m gonna ride this fat cock of yours, hard and fast, and the only thing I want you to do is feel it. Get lost in it.”
“I don’t want to finish before you.” A glimmer of worry flickers over those baby blues.
“Jack me off when you get close, and I won’t be far behind.” I’m doing it again. Making concessions, spending way too much time making sure his mind is at ease. Caring. I guess that’s okay since it’s his first time, but I can’t make a habit of it.
Noah gives me a terse nod, and I rise up until only his tip is buried inside me before slamming down. His head falls back on the couch with a garbled moan while I take a second to catch my breath—I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full. Then I’m off, riding him like a man possessed because, let’s face it, at this point I probably am.
The clapping of skin echoes around us as I bounce up and down, my heavy cock banging against his abs each time I bottom out. Noah tries to lift his head to watch, but loses the battle, incapable of holding it upright, mumbling a string of curses and moans as I give him a proper fucking.
My thighs, which were already pushed to their limit trying to hold still while he blew me, quiver and shake from the effort of holding my weight. I’ll feel that later, but I don’t give a shit. The absolute euphoria I feel right now will be worth the discomfort later.
It’s cliché—and I’ll deny thinking it as soon as we’re done—but he fits in my body like he was made for it. He’s wide enough that he stretches me without causing pain, just an intense pressure deep inside. And the way his shaft presses against my prostate… I swear my vision goes a little hazy each time he pegs it. My eyelids are almost too heavy to hold open, so I basically can’t see anything. I just writhe on his lap, chasing the orgasm I have no doubt will be epic as his moans spur me on.
“Tripp. Jesus, fuck… I” He wraps his big paw around my dick and starts pumping frantically. It's my signal that he’s close, and thank God because my balls are ready to burst.
Upping my tempo—apparently, having Noah’s hand on my dick throws me into a higher gear I didn't know existed—I slam my body rhythmically onto his. My panting and groaning hits higher pitches like I’m the star of a cheesy porno. I try to hold it in, but the countdown has started. Liftoff is imminent. And when the hockey god underneath me goes rigid with an animalistic growl of his own, I explode.
My hole clenches around the rod pulsing inside me, my dick shuddering violently inside Noah’s palm as my balls unload. A rush of warm liquid fills me, causing more tremors to ripple through my body as the one underneath me twitches and trembles through its own release.
Chest heaving, tendons straining, lips still swollen from their earlier workout, sated Noah is a vision. A wet dream come to life. I want to massage the hard curve of his shoulder, trace the peaks and valleys of his muscles, brush my thumb along his square jaw. But that’s not how fuck buddies work.
I can admire during sex, not after. Never after. That’s how things go from sex to something more, and I don’t do more.
“Still with me, big guy, or did you blow your mind with your load?” I give his nipple a gentle pinch to get his attention.
“That…” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I don’t think I’ve felt anything so intense in my life.”
“That’s just the beginning. Wait until I introduce you to your prostate.” I start to lift off him, pausing when he grabs my hand.
“Thank you.”
Whoa, not good. I wanted to rock his world, and mine, not make him feel grateful.
“First rule of fuck buddies, there’s no need to be polite. For example, a good host should give you dibs on the first shower since I went first last time.” This time I do lift all the way off his lap. “But I’m the one with cum dripping out of his ass so I call dibs again. I promise to be quick though.” I grab my clothes and jog upstairs, hoping he makes his way to his room before I come back down.
Chapter 13 -Noah
It’s only because of muscle memory that the puck doesn’t slip between my legs.
One minute, the other team is working it around our end of the rink, the next, gravity is pulling me to the ice, and I feel it hit my pads. The ones in my shorts instead of the ones on my knees, meaning I just barely stopped its trajectory.
The puck is so buried, no one else knows where it is. All they know is there’s no goal since the flashing light isn’t going off, but like sharks swimming in chum, players sense its presence, hovering over me to see if there’s an opening to get their stick on it. It’s not until the ref whistles for a faceoff that I rise and reveal it.
People will praise me for being in good position or claim that my lightening quick reflexes enabled me to make the save, and while there’s some truth to that, it’s more accurate to say dumb luck stopped that puck. I’m not anticipating the opponent as well as I usually do, especially during the first period when everyone’s fresh. Fortunately, my body reacted before my brain made the conscious decision to move so we’re still up by one for our home opener.
“All good?” Niko asks as he skates by me while the ref collects the puck for the faceoff.
