40. Harper

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The early morning light was soft and gray. I stretched, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles from last night's game. Luca's rhythmic breaths and soft snores tempted me to snuggle a bit longer, but the urgent call of my bladder forced me to get up. Moving carefully, I eased out of bed and padded to the bathroom. The heated tile floor felt good on my bare feet, and while I stood in front of the toilet, I glanced out the window. The lake was veiled in fog, the vivid trees on the shore a reminder that fall was still in full swing.

When I returned to the room, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Luca sleep. I couldn't resist tracing the line of his jaw with my fingers. As I lingered on the thick stubble, warmth wound its way around my heart. Sometimes, I could hardly believe how lucky I was to have found him. We loved each other deeply, and we had a beautiful life ahead.

He stirred, mumbling as his eyes fluttered open. When our gazes met, a slow, lazy smile spread across his face. "Morning, babe," he mumbled.

His voice, still rough with sleep, dispelled the chill in the air. "Morning," I said, leaning down for a kiss. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. Coach had canceled morning skate, so the world didn't exist outside our cocoon. For now, it was just us, the warmth of our bodies, and the promise of a day together.

"Why'd you get up?"

"I thought I'd make breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"Mm. Hungry for you. Come back to bed."

I peeled back the comforter and crawled in beside him. When he slid over to make room, I climbed on top. We were both naked, and when our hardening cocks aligned, the friction made me purr. In one smooth motion, he broke the kiss and rolled us, so he was on top. Our lips met, and I wrapped my arms around him, lightly digging my nails into his back.

"Fuck yes," he mumbled through the kiss. "Love it."

Pulling back from my lips, he buried his face in my throat. I hummed while he licked and nibbled the tender skin. A sharper bite made me grunt, and I twisted underneath him—teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain—when he started sucking. A wicked thrill ran through me at the thought of going to practice tomorrow; the mark would still be fresh, and all the guys would know who claimed me.

He let go of my throat, shifting slightly to the side so he could place a hand on my chest. As he kneaded the muscle there, I dug into his back again, harder this time. He winced when I raked my nails across his skin.

"Fuck, babe." Pinching one of my nipples between his fingers, he twisted hard, and we both cursed as I clawed his back. He rolled on top again, capturing my lower lip with his teeth and tugging gently before kissing me again.

Needing friction, I wriggled around and tried to grind against him. But since he was pressing me into the mattress, trying to move my hips was useless. I was pinned in place, and instead of frottage, I had only the weight of his thick cock on top of mine. He was throbbing, and the pulsations against my dick made me harder. I gave a muffled cry and pushed, trying to put enough space between us for even one good thrust against him, but he didn't budge.

"Want something, baby?"

His teasing tone let me know I wouldn't be getting what I needed right then, but I tried anyway. "Rub your dick against me."

"Hm." The low rise and fall of that one elongated syllable made me whine, and he chuckled softly. "I'll give you my cock soon."

"Not fucking soon enough."

He rolled off me, playing with a nipple before spreading his hands to squeeze my pecs.

"You've got sweet tits, baby, and your nipples are perky this morning." He leaned in and licked one of the offended nubs, making it even perkier. Raising his head, he offered me a crooked grin. "Want to play, hockey stud? Might help you work off any tension you've still got left over from the game."

Excitement shot through me. Usually, I'd have acted like I didn't want it, but it was time to change things up. "Only if you promise to make it ouch."

He bounced his eyebrows before crawling up the bed to open the nightstand drawer. "Let's see what we've got here. We'll need this." He tossed a bottle of lube over beside me, and after rummaging around, he gave a cry of victory. "Aha! Here we go." The drawer slammed shut, and he shimmied back down beside me. "Just what the doctor ordered," he said, holding up his find—a set of nipple clamps on a long chain.

"Damn." We'd used them before, and to say I loved them was an understatement. "You want to use those?" I asked. "Don't know if I can take it."

He planted a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "Do I hear ‘plastic,' or just my baby getting worked up?"

"Definitely not plastic." There was no point in denying I was thrilled, since my throbbing cock had already given it away.

Lying down beside me, Luca pushed up on an elbow and rubbed a palm over my abs. "Timeout. I love you, Harper. You're the most important thing in my life. I'd do anything to please you, but I never want you feeling pressured to say yes unless it's something you want."

"I know. I want this, and I'd tell you if I didn't. You know how much I've loved it before."

He nodded and pressed a kiss to my lips. "Okay, then. Timeout over?"

"Fuck yeah. Use me, Luca."

He gave me a cross look. "What've you been up to, straight guy? Were you fucking your girlfriend again?"

I scratched my belly. "What can I say? I get horny."

"You also get fucking punished. Turn over."

I'd barely flipped onto my stomach when he slapped my ass. "You've been goddamn naughty, and your ass is mine."

He started in, slapping both cheeks repeatedly, the sharp cracks echoing off the brick walls. I arched my back and grunted at the sting, but when he picked up speed, my grunts turned into a string of curses. He still didn't stop, breaking into a frenzy of spanks so hard and fast that my curses morphed into cries. It was hard to breathe between yells because my ass was on fire. When he finally stopped, I collapsed onto the bed, struggling for air. My eyes were teary, and I'd broken a sweat. "Shit," I choked out. "That fucking hurt."

"Maybe you learned your lesson, then."

I'd never be able to explain how much I loved Luca's spankings, but they liberated a part of me that getting fucked didn't. I could probably add a bright red ass to the hickey my buddies would see at the rink, but to hell with it. One day, Mason came into the shower with what were clearly paddle marks on his ass, and nobody said a word. That's one of the unwritten rules—what happens in your bedroom stays in your bedroom.

After licking the sore spots on my butt cheeks, Luca told me to turn onto my back. Smirking, he ghosted the fingertips of both hands across my chest before he struck like lightning, latching on to my nipples and twisting them viciously. After I cursed again, he said, "Look at these fucking nipples, standing up like bullets." He picked up the clamps, a chain with a pincer on either side, and dangled them over me. "Ready for this, straight guy?"

"No, please don't." I didn't sound at all convincing, but things changed when he snapped the first clamp into place. "Fuck, Luca. Goddammit." I was being dramatic, but that was part of the game.

He tugged on the chain hard enough to make me flinch, then imprisoned the other nipple with its clamp.

"Please take them off. I promise to break up with my girlfriend."

"We have to make real sure you remember this time. Spread your legs."

I moved them apart, and he crawled in between, tracing a finger around the head of my cock and then sucking the precum off. Smacking his lips, he settled down and took me in his mouth all at once.

He set a medium pace, and I settled into the exquisite pleasure of getting my dick sucked. Without warning, he tugged the chain holding the clamps in place. It pinched, but along with the sting, there was a thrill. He kept it up, suck and tug, making me dizzy with the cascade of sensations. Soon, the feelings collided—desire and dread, pleasure and burn. They spiraled into a breathtaking whirlwind that gripped me from the inside out.

I threw my head back and groaned, but instead of enjoying the ecstasy, I gasped when he pulled off my cock.

"The fuck? Please don't stop."

He got into a sitting position and motioned for me to do the same.

"No. Suck me more."

"Sit. Now."

After I used a hand to push myself up, he pulled the long chain downward until it was under my dick. When he tugged my cock down, the clips bit into my nipples, making me groan. He held my dick in place while the burn radiated through my chest. Finally, he let go and my cock bounced up, releasing the tension and easing the bite.

"Fuck!" The sharp ache in my nipples made my dick harder, and I couldn't suppress a whine.

He licked my lower lip and then kissed me while he repeated the motions. I moaned through the discomfort.

"Okay, baby?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

"Yes. God, it hurts but it doesn't. Fucking amazing."

"I know." He let my cock go, and the chain slid back up my abs. "Lie back down, Harp, and raise your knees."

I did as he said while he found the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his fingers. He sucked my dick into his mouth again while he traced lube around my ass. I gripped his head when he inserted a finger, and when he found my prostate, my hips started thrusting. I fucked his mouth when I moved forward, and when I reversed direction, I was fucking myself with his finger. I lost myself in the rhythm, hardly noticing when he grazed his free hand up my abs. Then he grabbed the chain and tugged hard. I cried out, overwhelmed by sensations—his warm mouth on my cock, his finger pressing into my prostate, and the sharp sting in my nipples. It was impossible to think about anything but how good it all felt, and how much I needed to come.

The feelings mushroomed as he sank a second finger into my ass, and then a third. I was at his mercy, trapped in the erotic pleasure pulsing through me. Luca's fingers worked magic deep inside, and I cried out as desperation took hold.

My eyes watered as all the pain and pleasure spun into a tight ball, tensed for release, and suddenly I flew apart. A primal yell cut through the room as the chain tightened and the clamps snapped off my nipples. Ecstasy enveloped me, stronger with every shot of cum into Luca's mouth. I tangled my fingers in his hair, never wanting to let him go.

I was purring when Luca crawled on top, nearly as breathless as I was. "Ready to swallow my cum, straight boy?"

"Fuck yeah." I'd have probably agreed to anything he wanted right then, but I really did like eating his cum.

He got to his knees, placing one on either side of me, and started jerking off. His eyes glossed over as he jerked frantically.

"Shoot it for me," I said, my voice raspy.

"Won't be long." He grunted while he jacked himself, getting louder until the grunts became open-mouthed groans.

"Squirt it in my mouth."

"Open up." I did, and he leaned forward to adjust his aim. "Oh, God! Here it comes."

The first shot landed on my tongue, but he came so hard it threw off his aim. Most of his load ended up on my face. When he slowed to dribbles, he slid his cock into my mouth, and I sucked him clean.

"That's it," he half-whispered. "So good, Harp."

When I finished, he collapsed beside me and licked his cum off my face. Throwing a leg over my thighs, he kissed me. His cum flooded my mouth, laced with the taste of me. Our combined pleasure was intoxicating, and when the kiss broke, I snuggled up and laid my head on his shoulder.

My voice was still rough when I said, "That was fantastic, Luca."

"Mm. I love you, Harp."

"I love you, too. I never thought I'd have this."

"Now we both do."