Chapter 34

CHAPTER 34

MADDOX

A sk me to describe myself and I'd give you five words. More like three.

Ask me to describe the reality of my dick in Kayden's ass and I could write a whole fucking essay about it. Both of us were slick with sweat, lube, and pre-cum. My twin bed barely fit the both of us, but it didn't matter. Nothing was better than being naked with Kayden. And watching us come together, me inside him, nothing between us, it completely blew my mind.

And I was about to blow my load in no short order.

When I was finally all the way inside him, his ass strangling my dick, I paused for a second, trying to calm down so I wouldn't come too soon. He stared up at me, trusting, and it made the shiver that ran through my body turn to shakes. Logically, I was prepared for the mechanics of sex. It was everything else that happened when I touched Kayden that was scary as fuck. The tightness in my chest, the drop of my stomach. And the knowledge that I was more concerned about his pleasure than mine. I wanted to give it all to him.

Me, the loner brat, putting someone else first? Total mindfuck.

I pushed my dick all the way in, and hell, he was so slick and tight; it was unreal. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I panted hard, rocking my hips gently at first. I set my forearms on the bed and leaned down until we were eye to eye. His chest hair teased my slick skin.

"You good?" I whispered.

Kayden quickly nodded. I couldn't resist his lips, mauling him in a possessive way that said everything I couldn't. Given my tongue was just in his ass, I thought maybe he'd pull away. But I should've known better. Kayden was as hungry for me as I was for him, kissing me back, sucking on my tongue. I thrust again, harder this time, and his fingers dug into my ass cheeks, pulling me in tighter.

"Fuck me," he moaned against my lips. "I'm ready."

I didn't need to be told twice.

I gave him one more kiss, then reluctantly pulled away from his tempting lips. Leaning back, I spread my knees, gripped his meaty thighs, ready to pound that beautiful hockey ass of his.

When I punched my hips forward, Kayden cried out my name. I did it again, my hips finding a steady rhythm, fucking into him with short, tight strokes. My brain shut down and my body took over. I thrust harder, faster, rutting in and out of him, as the bed creaked, and our grunts and moans grew louder.

"Harder," Kayden whimpered. "So close."

"Fuck, Kay."

Kayden tugged on his cock, his tense forearm working furiously. I held on tighter, fucking him faster, my climax building with every thrust. I needed more. I needed Kay to come.

"So good," I moaned. "Being inside you is… fuck Kay, I can't even…I can't hold on."

"Don't. Let go. I wanna feel it," he keened. "Need your cum."

My balls drew up tight, my climax tipping over the edge.

"Yes!" I growled as my orgasm unleashed, ripples of pleasure coursing through my body, flooding every part of me. It was so intense that my legs went numb, and breathing was impossible.

My body jerked hard as I unloaded my cum in his ass. And Kayden was right there with me, shouting my name, his hole squeezing my cock. Our eyes locked as he came, and I couldn't look away.

Until I felt his hot cum on my abs. Seeing and smelling his cum gave me a visceral satisfaction. Kayden was mine. I made him come.

"Wow," Kayden panted as we stared at each other, hot, sweaty, and completely fucked out. "I mean…wow…that's all I can say."

"Fucking right," I nodded, breathless. "I…I think I'm gonna pass out now. Wake me up in twelve hours."

I collapsed on his chest. Kayden slid his hands around my waist and squeezed me tightly. And, yeah, I didn't mind that at all. His hugs, or the fact that I was covered in his cum.

"We're really good at that," Kayden declared.

I buried my face in his throat and tried to bury my sudden laughter. But I couldn't. I hardly recognized the sound coming out of my chest, but damn, it felt good.

"You know what Coach says—practice hard, play harder," I teased, kissing Kayden's neck.

"I'm ready for that if you are. All the practice. All the playtime."

"No argument here."

I really didn't want to move, but I had to. Before we fell asleep glued to each other. Reluctantly, I peeled myself away from his body. He winced when I pulled out, and I startled, watching my cum drip out of his hole. I didn't know that anything could be that hot, but seeing the proof that I'd been inside Kayden turned me on like nothing else. Without thinking, I reached for him, rubbing his hole.

"You okay?"

"Oh yeah. Don't stop." Kayden closed his eyes and another husky moan rumbled out of his chest.

"Shhh," I whispered, suddenly aware that there were other people in this dorm.

Kayden opened his eyes, and the cheeky smile on his face had my heart beating double time. " Now you're telling me to be quiet?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes."

"Do you know how many times I've been kept awake by other students and their loud fucking? Too many times," Kayden scoffed. "No one pays attention to the moans."

"Maybe you're right."

"Of course I am."

"And if they see you leaving here tomorrow?" I asked.

"We'll tell them we had a hot threesome."

My smile faded. "No fucking way."

"No sharing?" Kayden quipped.

"Nope. You're mine," I replied and punctuated my statement with a hard kiss. "Only mine. And that's it."

"Same goes," Kayden smirked and kissed me back. "But if anyone asks, that can be our story. Plenty of straight guys do it."

I shrugged. "I guess. But I'm not worried. I don't talk to anyone on this floor."

"Shocking."

I reached down and pinched his ass. "I talk to the guys on the team. And Jackson."

"I know. What's up with that?"

"You. It's all your fault."

I kissed him again, longer this time. Each kiss more addictive than the last.

"Shower, pizza, and sleep?" I suggested.

Kayden grinned. "Yes to all of that."

I rolled off him but I moved too fast, and nearly toppled when I made to stand up.

"You alright?" he asked, reaching out to steady me.

"I'm the one who should be asking you. Are you sore?"

"Not that bad, but ask me again tomorrow," Kayden replied as he stood up, pulling me into his larger body. "Thank fuck I used that dildo."

Another smile let loose. At this rate, I wouldn't recognize my face.

"Stop it," I replied, squeezing his waist.

"What?"

"You know what," I leaned up and nipped his jaw. "Teasing me. Now go get your incredible ass in my shower."

"Only if you're coming with me."

"It's a tight fit," I replied, and glanced up at him. The glint in his golden eyes had me shaking my head. "Don't even."

"But there are so many jokes, Mad."

"Come on. We need to eat and go to sleep so we can save some of our energy for the next game."

Kayden nodded, taking my hand and tugging me into the bathroom. I wasn't lying. It was a really tight fit, especially given Kayden's size, but we made it work. Another make-out session led to mutual hand jobs. And another orgasm later, we crashed.

Totally depleted, we flopped down on my bed, ate the entire cold pizza, and passed out.

It was the best sleep I'd had in seven years.

Kayden

Taking a dick up the ass is a lot harder than it looks on screen. And if you're not careful, porn can set you up for unrealistic sexpectations. Even with the prep of that dildo, I woke up the next morning with a sore freaking ass. Thank God we weren't playing today because I'd be limping on and off the ice. But the prep was worth it. And the actual fucking? It was more than I could've imagined. Intense, sexy, incredible. And I knew it had everything to do with Maddox.

I couldn't have given myself like that to just any guy. Not my first time. Maybe not any time. Did that mean I was demi too? Probably. No shade to anyone, do what feels right for you. For me, it took trust. Trust, and a shitload of lube. I was so gone for Maddox and I knew that my emotions played into it. Even though I was scared of the potential pain, and worried I might not enjoy anal at all, I knew Maddox would never hurt me.

I suspected Maddox was the same. Given how prickly he usually was and how he didn't warm to anyone easily. Or allow anyone to touch him at all, never mind like this.

Speaking of touching, I ran my hand over his right shoulder, over the detailed tattoos that I was fascinated with. The skull eating a nasty-looking snake. It was very different from the tattoos on his left arm; a large fish, surrounded by a variety of sea creatures. Both tattoos were beautiful in their own way, but I favoured the fish. Then I remembered he didn't want to be touched there. I pulled my hand back, but it was too late.

"Vigilance."

I stopped moving at Maddox's sleep-roughened voice.

"The snake. It's the very definition of my father. He was a narcissist and an abuser. And the skull represents me. Because I'm not afraid of him anymore, but I still need a reminder to protect myself. Always."

I notched my face to his neck and kissed him gently. Maddox's body tensed and then he relaxed into me.

"Jesus, Mad, I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"He died two years ago in a car accident. He was doing 140 on a highway and lost control of the car. Kind of fitting since he was always losing control," Maddox sighed. "My father, Corey Grange, was from Toronto; that's where my parents met. He was a professional hockey player in Europe at the time and would come home for the summers. They divorced when I was four. Anyway, after that, Mom and I moved to New Brunswick. I only saw my father once or twice a year. He was a stranger to me. If I was lucky, I got a card on my birthday and a visit at Christmas. That was the extent of our relationship. But it didn't really bother me. I had my mom and we had each other. She was…everything."

Maddox paused and reached over his shoulder, placing his hand on mine.

"Genevieve Rocher was a force to be reckoned with. Strong. Bold. Full of life. The kind of person who walks into a room and everyone gravitates towards, you know? That's why she didn't get along with my dad. He couldn't control her," Maddox murmured. "She was an environmental scientist, and that's where my love for all things ocean comes from. The tattoos on my left arm are all in memory of her."

They were beautiful. Strong. Bold. Full of life.

"When I was eight, she started getting sick. She lost her appetite, she had trouble sleeping, and her blood pressure skyrocketed. She went to the doctor and after many rounds of tests, she was diagnosed with kidney disease. There were medications and dialysis, but things got progressively worse. She was waiting for a transplant for years," Maddox paused, his fingers gripping mine harder. "When I was just shy of my thirteenth birthday, she developed an infection. Which led to sepsis. And then, just like that, she was gone."

I hugged Maddox as tight as I could, wishing I could take away his heartbreak.

"I thought losing her was hell, but things got worse. By this time, my father was retired from playing and he'd moved back to Toronto to start up a contracting business. The week my mom died, he came to get me. He threw out her stuff, packed up all of mine, and moved me in with him. I was livid that he'd wiped out every trace of her, and that he'd taken me away from the only home I'd ever known. And I was still in shock, angry, hurt. Most of all, I was scared. I had no other family, and the only one I had left was a father I didn't even know."

It was the most he'd ever talked to me. The words poured out of him, the pain in his voice unmistakable.

"Mom always taught me to stand up for myself. I was a quiet kid, but when I made my mind up about something, that was it. My father, on the other hand, hated that I'd talk back to him. That I dared to question his authority. His way was the only way. I found that out not long after I moved in. He had all these rules about everything; what I should be studying, and eating, and listening to. Whenever I'd fuck up, he'd punish me. The first time I pushed back, he slapped me so fast, so hard, I almost didn't believe it happened. Then, the slaps became backhands, and punches. Pretty soon, it was happening more often than I want to remember."

Maddox paused, his body quaking in my arms.

"He said he was doing it to prepare me for the real world. To toughen me up."

"Fuck, Mad."

"I didn't have anywhere else to go, so, I kept my secret for years. Until one night, just after I turned sixteen. After he…beat me, he made a disgusting joke about my mom's death. It tipped me right over the fucking edge. The next day, I told Daniel what was happening. He suspected for a while that something was wrong. A few of the players on my team had noticed the bruises. But whenever he asked me, I played it off with an excuse; I hurt myself skateboarding or stuff like that."

Maddox stopped talking. When he glanced over his shoulder, the pain in his eyes hit me right in the gut.

"And then my life imploded again when I came forward against my father. I had to talk to social workers, the police, therapists. My dad was charged with assault but never tried. Court backlog resulted in so many delays that the charges were eventually stayed. The only thing I had was a restraining order. And Daniel." Maddox shuddered and then rolled over, facing me. "I got out, I got help, and I got better. Or, as good as I'm gonna get. But I'll never be the person I was before him. My defense is up and it's there to stay. I'm telling you this because, I never thought you and I would end up here. And I want you to know why I am the way I am. And while this is great now, I can't promise things. Or, that I won't push you away again. I wasn't lying when I said I don't know how to do this."

I reached for him, and he nestled between my legs, staring down at me.

"You don't need to do anything."

"What?"

I looked up at him and pushed a lock of stray hair behind his ear. "Be yourself. We're figuring this out, so there's no pressure. And I like you exactly the way you are. In fact, I'd say that given where we are now, and how we ended up here, I like your scowl as much as your smile."

Maddox shook his head. "I don't smile."

"Now you do."

He rolled his eyes. "Feeling cocky this morning, eh?"

"Oh yeah."

"I didn't—" Maddox paused. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No. I mean, my ass is kinda sore, but it's the good kind. And it was worth it, because you and me? It's freaking amazing."

Maddox leaned down and kissed me. But it was barely a brush of his lips, and then he was pulling back. I cupped his face, urging him to stay close.

"Kiss me like you meant it," I whispered. "Boyfriend."

Maddox did just that.