Three

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ATTY

I don't even think.Once I hear his voice, I'm basically done for. I'd have walked off a cliff for this man, and I don't even know why. It's only as he walks away that I realize what's happening.

Did he… just invite me over? Did I accept?! My feet are rooted to the floor as I sway, feeling somewhat in limbo. Unsure whether this is something I'm actually going to do, or if I'm going to chicken out. Something keeps me here, though. I can't move. All I can do is wait for Toby.

As soon as our eyes met during the show, that strange draw inside me intensified. I'm not into weird shit like soulmates. I'm not sure what I'm feeling is love, anyway. Sometimes I have a hard time believing in love at all. The way my body tingles and my cock keeps twitching, I'm guessing it's something more in line with lust. I've never seen a more attractive man. Hell, I'm not even sure I've ever found a man attractive at all, let alone enough to agree to go home with him.

I've spent the night so transfixed by him that the thought of being attracted to a man for the first time in my entire damn life hasn't truly registered. That'll be something I unpack later. Tomorrow. Once this intense pull is satisfied by whatever it is he's going to do to me.

My body shivers and I turn at the same moment Toby appears in the door he escaped through minutes ago. Our eyes are locked as he approaches. It's slow and quick at the same time. Like everything around me is moving faster than it should, but his approach is drawn out.

Finally, he reaches me and his smile strokes me like a fucking hand down my body. "Ready?"

I nod. He puts his hand on my back and leads me to the door. It's quieter outside and I can hear my thoughts again. The air on my skin is cool and makes me shiver. Toby's hand doesn't leave my lower back; it's a single source of burning heat that snakes through my body and strokes my cock from the inside.

Glancing at him, I'm struck by how much smaller he appears now. He's lean; his clothes fit in such a way that I can see the shape of him. But he's six inches smaller than me, at least. And like fifty pounds lighter. I'm not as built as some of my team, but I'm bulky in a way that serves me well on the ice.

Toby leads me behind the castle where the crowds are almost nonexistent. It's practically just us in the well-lit parking lot. It's late, nearing eleven. The lights throw shadows, and the breeze is finally chilly.

We stop in front of the passenger side of an SUV. Toby's hand moves up along my spine, until his hand cups my neck. He turns us and presses me against the side of his car. It's another one of those moments that moves both slowly and too quickly. It's likely my thoughts are sluggish right now.

He presses against me and brings my mouth to his. There's no question in his kiss. He's not asking permission as he takes from me what he wants. I find it makes me groan. I can feel his hard dick against my leg. Then he shifts and presses it against mine.

I gasp into his mouth, my hips jerking on their own.

Any guy who's hugged another knows what it's like to accidentally brush cocks. It's that weird moment when you're both jumping backward and pretending it didn't happen. This is like that, and still in no way the same. For one, we're both fucking hard. And second, it feels good! An intentional act meant to feel good too. Not accidental friction that awkwardly makes your body react.

Toby bites my lip hard as he pulls his mouth from mine. I swear I don't whimper. That's not a sound I make. His lips move to my ear. "I really want to fuck you, Atty. Bend you over and pound you until you're screaming my name." His voice is raspy, low and sexy. I can't tell if the chill that runs down my spine is from his tone or the words he's saying. "All night. I'm going to own your body in a way you've never been controlled before."

I swallow. Fuck if that doesn't somehow make my arousal hotter.

"You still want to come home with me, Atty?"

I nod without thinking. Never mind that my nerves and anxiety both spike at what he's saying he's going to do to me.

His smile against my cheek burns. "Good. Now be a good girl and get in the car."

The sound of the locks undoing makes me jolt and then he's pulling the door open. Toby guides me inside and waits until I buckle before shutting the door. It's only as he's moving around the car to get behind the wheel that I register his words.

Did he just call me a good girl? My lips quirk at the corner. I totally think he did! I'm not even offended. Toby gets in just as my phone starts ringing.

It's only as I fish it out that I realize I didn't come here alone. "Oh," I say and glance at Toby as he starts the car. "I need to answer this."

He nods and concentrates on driving, ignoring me on the phone entirely as I answer Winslow. "Hey."

"Where are you, man?" he asks. "We've been looking for you for an hour."

"That's an exaggeration. I…" Glancing at Toby, I take a breath. "I'm catching a ride with someone else."

"How the hell did you pick up a date here?!" he asks, laughing. "She isn't holding you at knifepoint, is she? Say puck if you're in trouble."

I know he's teasing. I can hear it in his tone. Rolling my eyes, I say, "There's no knife at my throat. I'm not being coerced or whatever."

Winslow laughs. "Fine, bro. Check in tomorrow so I know you're alive. Have fun. Don't knock her up."

"Right. Thanks for your concern."

His cackle fills my ear as I hang up and glance at Toby. There's an amused smile on his face. "Friends worried?"

"Did you hear him?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Just his laughter before you hung up."

"He's hilarious," I mutter, rolling my eyes. "At least he thinks he's funny."

Toby grins. We're quiet for most of the way. I'd like to say my dick deflates, but by the time he pulls into the driveway of a large house just outside of L.A., it aches like I've been hard for a week without getting off. The way I painted my shower wall this morning says that's not the case.

We get out of the car and Toby looks at the house. The lights are off and it's quiet. I'm not sure what he's looking for, but he flashes me a smile and offers me his hand.

His hand is smaller than mine, but not nearly as delicate as a woman's. His grip is strong too. He clearly does the leading as he pulls me to the door on the side of the house. "To avoid awkward conversations in the middle of the night, we need to be quiet until we get to my room."

"Is this your parents' house?"

Toby gives me an amused look. "No. I call it a buddy house. Real estate is stupidly expensive, and the rental market isn't any better, so I rent the house with four friends."

"That's a good idea," I say. "I had a roommate for a while too." When I first signed into the NHL, even though I could afford a house solo, the prices just astonished me. It wasn't that I lived under a rock, but I'd always had some kind of support. Scholarships from school. Stipends from different projects I was a part of as a foreign student.

But when I graduated and became fully independent, the shock of adulting was… well, enlightening. Slightly nauseating. This isn't shit you learn in school.

The house is silent when we walk in. Toby locks the door and leads me up the stairs. I follow precisely in his footsteps, assuming he knows which boards squeak or whatever.

He's on the third floor, which opens into a single space. When he flips a light on, I look around the converted attic loft as he shuts the door and locks it. The space is wide open with slanted ceilings and big windows on the gables. He has it broken down into three areas—comfort, work, sleep. There's also a door that I assume is a closet.

Before I can study it too closely, the overhead light turns off and there's just a lamp on at the desk. Toby's giving me a look. Seduction at its finest right there. The way my dick pulses tells me how well it's working.

"Come here," he says and I do.

My body moves as if he commands it. His mouth is on mine as soon as I'm close enough, and he wastes no time divesting me of my clothes and pushing me onto the bed. He hovers at the edge, looking at me like he's going to eat me. Slowly, he undresses and I'm not sure where I want to look more. His eyes have me locked, but then, watching him unwrap himself is just as mesmerizing.

When he drops his pants and shoves his underwear down too, I have second thoughts about being fucked. I'm not exactly small, but I think Toby received someone else's dick. He's not like, hilariously disproportional, but fuck, I think that thing needs to be on a bigger man. You would not guess that's what he has hidden under there.

Toby opens the side table drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom, tossing them on the bed. I swallow as he kneels on the bed, and his hands on my knees spread my legs.

I feel so fucking vulnerable. On display. But the way he's looking at me, ravishing me with his eyes, takes my breath away. I also feel… wanted. In a way I don't think I've ever felt before.

He sighs. "You're gorgeous, Atty," Toby says quietly, dropping his hand to my stomach. He leans back on his haunches and then shifts as close as he can get so my legs drape over his thighs. The way my legs are splayed, I know he can see everything. Knowing that makes my cheeks hot.

Toby spends a lot of time just touching me. My thighs, my chest, my neck, my nipples. He avoids everything between my legs until I'm fucking dripping and practically panting.

"I think I'm going to suck your dick while I prep your hole." His words make my dick jump in excitement. Toby smirks. "You like that idea?"

The sucking dick part, yes. Without question. The other part makes me nervous. But I nod. I'm not sure I even care what he does to me at this point. I'm here for it. I want it.

Toby shifts so he can drop his head between my legs. He wastes no time with either activity—bringing my dick into his mouth and pressing a wet finger to my hole. I'm not sure which sensation demands my attention more. By the time he's pushing his finger inside me, I decide that Toby is a master at what he's doing. He reads me like a fucking book. When I need a distraction from his finger, he sucks a little harder, or flicks my cockhead with his tongue. Everything makes my body hot and needy as he eases me into the foreign sensation of fingers in my ass.

It"s not exactly painful. The first is just weird as all fuck. Like… I've never had something pushed into my ass. It's always been an exit. But a single finger isn't that big.

When he gets two in is when I begin to truly realize what's happening. Three is when I feel it. It's still not exactly painful, just… uncomfortable. There's the burn of stretching in a way that my body isn't used to. Stinging as he stretches and works me open.

His fourth finger has me gripping the bedding. I'm both trying to bear down, thinking that it'll get better, and get away to make it stop. The suction on my dick is intense. I'd likely have come already except that his fingers in my ass are a huge distraction. My cock is happy to stay hard, but my orgasm isn't sure which way it wants to go. I'm turned on, big time. But it's one of those slow burn moments since I'm not entirely sure I'm enjoying his fingers in my ass.

His mouth leaves my dick, and he watches me as he works the four fingers inside me. Fucking me slowly. Stretching me. "You don't bottom often, do you?"

"Never," I gasp. It's on the tip of my tongue to say I've never been this close to another naked dick that's hard in my entire life, but he curls his fingers right then and a sudden jolt of intense pleasure pulses through me like I've just touched a live wire.

My head is still spinning when he's pushing his dick into me. I'm not sure when we went from fingers to cock, but he's suddenly there. Easing himself in. It doesn't take long for him to move beyond the reach of his fingers though, and then… yeah, it's an entirely new game.

It's not painful at first, but his dick doesn't belong in small places. Tight places.

"Relax, baby girl," Toby says. His hand wraps around my dick as he slowly jerks me. He shifts between my legs and leans over, taking my nipple between his teeth as he slowly rocks in deeper. Centimeter by centimeter. "That's it. Let me inside this sexy hole, Atty. I'll make you feel good."

There's a very real chance he might not. It's a strange kind of pain that's still largely discomfort, but I get the occasional spikes of actual pain that make me wince.

"Deep breath. Good girl, Atty. Keep breathing." Toby sucks on my nipple, keeping it pinned between his teeth and flicking his tongue over it. In combination with his hand on my cock, my entire body is confused as fuck. Does it hurt or feel good? I'm not sure it's a clean cut answer.

What feels like hours later, he's inside me. His hips are still, keeping his full, fat length deep in my ass that's definitely not made for this. I'm gasping, my body moving because I can't seem to hold still. His mouth moves from my nipple to my neck to my mouth. With one hand still on my dick, the other takes his mouth's place on my nipple as he kisses me breathless.

He's not moving. Not at all. Just kissing me harshly, jerking my cock, and pinching my nipple. I'm so fucking hard, even with the weird throbbing in my ass.

Toby backs away and gently pulls his cock from me. But I don't get a chance to catch my breath as he rolls me to my side. I hear the sloppy squirt of more lube and then he's laying behind me. He pulls my leg up and pushes himself back inside me. It's not as slow or as gentle as he'd been before.

This time, I can't deny that the sound coming out of my mouth is a whimper. He keeps my leg up as he presses me kind of awkwardly into the mattress. I'm twisted, giving him complete access to my body. He pushes an arm under me, curls it around my chest, and grips my throat, restricting my breath.

In this position, it feels as if he's completely rendered my muscles useless. I can't exactly tense since I'm in a strange pretzel.

"You'd look so sexy in a thong," he growls in my ear. He actually growls. I've never heard a sound like that. I think my dick leaks a puddle. "A babydoll nightie. Long stockings up these sexy, thick thighs. Mmm."

He's fucking me now. Still slowly, but with each thrust, he's deeper, harder. Faster. Tears sting my eyes but… it's not in a bad way. There's still burning. The occasional twinge of pain. But… it feels good.

Toby's hand flexes around my neck and even that feels like he just stroked my dick. So good. So, so good.

"That's it. Such a good girl for me. Let me inside this sexy body. Feels good, doesn't it?" I nod as best I can. "I knew you'd be a perfect bottom for me, baby girl. So big and strong. So beautiful. Those sounds you're making—do you hear them?"

I don't. I can't hear anything but his voice. The words he's saying. Twisting and fusing together with the sensation of his dick hitting all the right places inside me, I'm barely conscious right now.

"Sexiest sounds I've ever heard. You want to come, baby girl? Will you come for me?"

This time I hear the desperate sound I make. Yes, I want to come.

Toby lets go of my leg and I'm rolled onto my stomach, trapping one of my arms under me. His hand remains around my neck, tight. I'm feeling lightheaded, but fuck do I feel good. Especially like this. He's found a position that has me going wild. The noises in the room are from me. Because my face is in the comforter, the sounds I'm making have nowhere to go but in my head.

I'm desperate for release. My hand that's not trapped flails, trying to find something to ground me. To help me along. Toby grips my wrist and pulls it above my head. Just as I think I'm going to pass out from lack of oxygen, an orgasm bursts through me.

It tears me into shreds. Makes my toes curl. I've heard of this mystical experience where an orgasm can be felt through your entire body. I've even gone so far as to claim I've had that before.

That was a lie. Nothing tops the way I can feel this in my goddamn soul.

I spasm and shake until I go limp. Toby lets go of my neck and grips my hair, pulling my face up and letting me breathe. But he doesn't stop fucking me.

"So good," he says. He's panting now. I feel raw. His cock still hits every good spot, but because I'm spent, it almost hurts. "Such a tight ass. Fuck. You feel good, Atty. Such a perfect hole."

His words make me flush. Jesus, he's talking about my asshole!

He's suddenly off me and it makes me feel fucking disoriented. Dizzy. Toby pulls me up and I'm like a rag doll as he drags me off the bed and pushes me to my knees.

"Hands down," he says, breathless as he pulls off his condom. I drop my hands. "Good girl. Open your mouth."

I do. My eyes are locked on his dick. The way he's jerking himself fast. Hard. His other hand tangles in my hair and he shifts my head to the angle he wants.

There's no warning when he shoots on me. He gets half of it all over my face and I close my eyes, while the rest gets in my mouth. "Swallow," Toby says.

Closing my mouth, I swallow down the sample of his load before letting my mouth hang open again. He continues to paint my face, sloppily getting a bit more into my mouth. I can't see since I refuse to open my eyes. I can feel cum puddled there.

He drags his cockhead over my lips and then shoves it into my mouth. I shiver but make no move to stop. I've just let this man in my ass. Why not my mouth too?!

Then his cock is replaced with his mouth as he kisses me. He doesn't kiss like a normal person. I think he's a supernatural creature. Pulling my life force, my will, from my body. Toby uses his thumb to gently remove the cum from my eyelids and then breaks our kiss long enough to push it into my mouth. Our kissing is full of his cum as he cleans my face with his finger and tongue.

Then he pulls me onto the bed and our kisses calm down. Slower. He holds me to him and I feel so small. Not in a bad way. How could I with the way he's holding me? No, I feel… wanted. It's such a bizarre feeling because I've been wanted before. There's just something about this, something I can't quite identify, that makes it more. Different.

"Such a good girl," Toby murmurs.

I shiver, wrapping my arms around him, and lose myself in the way he makes me feel.