10. Christian

Christian

The Rainiers weren't heading out on the road and didn't have a game tomorrow. That meant this was one of those nights my crew and I weren't scrambling to get everything packed up and either on the truck or laid out for the morning skate. The laundry was dealt with. The big fans were set up to air out everything in the dressing room. I did a walkthrough to make sure everything was where it needed to be, made a note of a few small tasks that could be dealt with tomorrow, and gave my crew the green light to head out for the night.

"Nice job, everyone," I said as the four of us headed for the garage. "See you at the rink."

This was when some of us would go join the team at a nearby bar to celebrate a win or commiserate over a loss, but a lot of times, we'd just head home to enjoy one of those relaxed and relatively early nights that didn't come as often as people thought. These multi-game home stands were the best, especially when the games weren't back-to-back.

I didn't go to the bar tonight. I headed straight home, my heart pounding the entire way. That little interlude beside the Zamboni had me way too spun up for polite company, and I just hoped and prayed Theo didn't come to his senses, realize this was a terrible idea, and bail.

It was a terrible idea. It had been the first time. It was beside the Zamboni. It definitely was right now.

But oh my God, I wanted him.

I was just walking in the front door when my phone pinged, sending my pulse skyward. Silently pleading with him not to have second thoughts, I looked at the screen.

Theo: Leaving now. Be there in 15.

Oh, yes. Oh, thank God, yes. Fifteen minutes sounded like torture at this point, but I could wait.

Christian: Door's unlocked. You still remember the way to my bedroom?

I chuckled at my own text. He probably didn't remember much about my condo, but it wasn't exactly a labyrinth and he wasn't stupid. I doubted he'd have any trouble finding my bedroom, my bed, or me in it.

A moment later, he replied:

Theo: If I get lost, I have Google Maps.

I snorted. Smartass.

In the bedroom, I put some condoms and lube on the nightstand, and then stripped out of my clothes. I loved foreplay as much as anyone, but the foreplay between us had started the moment he'd arrived in the Seattle locker room. I was tired of waiting. I needed this man to dick me down, and I needed him to do it the minute he walked in the door.

So, I got to work. I bottomed enough—mostly on my own with toys these days—that I didn't need a lot of prep, but tonight I got myself ready like it was the first time. Naked and already a little out of breath, I lay back on my bed with my legs apart. I fingered myself until I was long past ready; I was tempted to use a toy, but decided I wanted to be on this edge when he arrived—hungry for more and ready to lose my damn mind with the need for something bigger. I wanted Theo to be that something bigger that finally stretched me as much as I needed. I wanted him to be what finally took me from turned on to losing my damn mind.

By the time my front door opened and the air pressure changed, I was so keyed up, I actually whimpered. My toes curled and I bit my lip, slowing my strokes as the anticipation threatened to make me go off too soon.

The footsteps coming down the hall were almost inaudible over my thundering heart. Then Theo stepped into the room, and he stopped dead. He stared at me, slack-jawed, which gave me the perfect moment to stare right back at him. The players always wore suits going in and out of the arena, and he was still wearing his. It was navy blue with a near-black tie, which he'd loosened a little. Oh my God, he looked good.

He found his breath and met my gaze. "Fuck…"

"Good idea," I murmured.

He huffed a soundless laugh and crossed the room, undoing his tie the rest of the way. "Any other night, I'd watch you play with yourself like that, but this time…" He shook his head as he climbed onto the bed. "If I'm not balls deep in you in the next thirty seconds—"

We both cut him off as our mouths came together. I raked my free hand through his hair, and he growled against me as he fumbled with his belt and zipper.

"Get these clothes off," I pleaded between kisses as I tugged at his shirt. "Now."

His lips curved against mine, and the jingle of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper had me arching off the bed. Yes, yes, please, yes.

As much as I didn't want to stop kissing him, it was kind of necessary if he was going to get naked, so I didn't protest when he sat up. He leaned over me to snatch the condom off the nightstand. He started to get up again, but paused, and then guided his dick to my mouth.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. I loved the slide of his hard cock between my lips and over his tongue. The salt of his skin and his pre-cum.

"God, yeah," he whispered, rocking in and out. "Been thinking about your mouth for months."

I moaned around his dick and looked up at him, finding those dark eyes fixed on me and smoldering with a need so intense, I was probably going to be buying a new bed after this.

Bring it, baby. Fuck me until your neighbors complain.

Theo pushed a little deeper, almost to my gag reflex. Then he groaned and withdrew. "Can't wait." He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth. "This is gonna be quick, but—"

"Don't care." I withdrew my fingers and spread my legs wider, my whole damn body vibrating as I watched him roll on the condom.

He was between my thighs and guiding himself in when it clicked in my brain that he hadn't even bothered undressing. In the same instant he thrust inside me, I realized that… Oh, sweet Jesus, he was sexy like this. Dressed but disheveled, his tie a mess and his shirt partway undone but his jacket still on his shoulders, and his face the very picture of need as he pounded into my ass. I thought we'd been frantic and needy before, but letting go of all that pent-up need had us clawing at each other, grinding and thrusting and panting.

I pumped myself furiously as Theo fucked me deep and hard, exactly the way he had in my fantasies. Nonsense rolled off my tongue—probably pleas for more and curses because it was so good I didn't think I could take anymore—but all I heard was Theo's sharp, rapid breaths as he hauled both of us higher with every thrust.

I grabbed his lapels and pulled us together—dragging him down as I hauled myself up—into a messy, breathless kiss. His moan made my spine tingle. His rhythm came apart, but I didn't care and I didn't think he did either. Not when he was plowing into me and we were kissing and my whole body was ready to come unraveled.

Theo wasn't kidding that this was going to be quick, either—in no time, he broke the kiss with a gasp as a violent shiver ran through him. I dropped back onto the bed and rolled my hips, and he cried out and drove into me as hard as he could, shoving me up the mattress as he forced himself as deep as I could take him.

Then he moaned and slumped over me, holding himself up on his arms. His tie and jacket brushed my chest. His breath rushed past my cheek.

"Oh, my God," he slurred.

"Uh-huh." I trailed my hand up his side.

He brushed a kiss across my lips. "Next round will be longer. Promise."

"Mmm. Baby." I lifted my chin for another kiss. "Quickies are fun."

"I know, but—"

"I mean it." I grinned. "And if that had been much longer, we probably would've needed medical attention."

He laughed and sank into a longer kiss. He relaxed over me, so hopefully my joke had eased his embarrassment over going off so fast. It really hadn't been that fast. A quickie, yes, but he was hardly a minuteman. And seriously, as keyed up as we'd both been after avoiding each other for so long, anything longer than a quickie would've killed us both. Or at the very least, had us both moving uncomfortably at tomorrow's practice.

He touched his hot forehead to mine. "Let me get rid of this. Then it's your turn."

I bit my lip, arching under him. Every nerve ending in my body was still humming from being railed by Theo. The orgasm those beautiful eyes promised? Hell, medical attention might still be on the table.

He didn't keep me waiting long, and he still didn't bother getting undressed. He climbed onto the bed, shoved my thighs apart again, and—

"Oh, my God!" I grabbed handfuls of the sheets as I pushed myself deeper into his eager mouth. Then he had two fingers inside me, and he thrust them in and out as he moaned around my dick. "Jesus Christ, Theo…" I squirmed and arched, murmuring curses and God only knew what else as he masterfully drove me into the stratosphere. Sometimes I tried to hold back my climax just so I could ride out the buildup a little longer, but I didn't stand a chance this time. I was completely and blissfully at Theo's mercy, and before I knew it, I was shouting and thrashing and coming.

He gently brought me back down to earth, and by the time the smoke had cleared, he was beside me, an arm slung over me as he lazily kissed me.

"Holy fuck," I murmured when I came up for air. "Your mouth should win awards."

Theo laughed. "Are there competitions for that?"

"If there are, you should enter. You'd win them for sure."

He grinned against my lips, and we made out a little more just because… I mean, why the hell not? I was still vibrating all over from that orgasm, and Theo's mouth seriously was incredible.

There was one minor detail that needed addressing, though.

"You, good sir, still have clothes on," I slurred.

"What can I say?" He nipped my lower lip. "Getting you off was more important than getting naked."

I laughed drunkenly at the corniness of the line and curled closer to him. "Well, now that you've accomplished that mission…" Our lips met again, and we indulged in another long, lazy kiss.

We'd get cleaned up. Get him out of his now rumpled suit.

In a minute.