Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You too.”
I obeyed, draping myself over him before my nerves gave out and I remembered who he was and why this was a terrible idea. I spit on my palm and curled my fingers around his shaft.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah, it’s good,” he choked out.
I stroked him from base to tip as I ravaged his mouth and humped my leaking cock in the crease of his upper thigh. Fuck, I was on fire. My grasp on my control was tenuous at best. I upped the tempo, biting his lips as I chased my release.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunted.
Trinsky pushed his meaty mitt between our sweaty torsos and took us both in hand.
“Feels so…so fucking hot,” he purred, opening his legs wide as he fondled my balls with his free hand and traced the sensitive skin of my sac. “I want to touch everything. Is this okay?”
“Fuck, yes. I’m coming.” I gritted my teeth as I spilled my load on his fingers and abs.
I must have set off a chain reaction. He tensed, tightening his grip on our cocks and thrashing his head back. He pulled me against his chest and muffled his roar in the crook of my neck. He was still too fucking noisy, so I fused our mouths to shut him up. He took over immediately, holding my face as he tickled my tonsils, ravaging me from below.
Everything about this was intense…from the press of our spent cocks to our swollen lips and the scent of sex in the tent. I was so thoroughly depleted and yet, I couldn’t get enough. And I didn’t want to be the first to call uncle. Weird thought, but Trinsky and I were always in competition. It was what we knew. This wasn’t post-bliss making out. It was a battle for dominance, and even though I was on top, I had a feeling I was losing.
I broke the kiss on a sharp exhale and fell sideways, careful to leave a few inches between us.
“You know we have to do this again,” Trinsky rasped.
I let out an amused half laugh. “Give me a few minutes.”
“M’kay. Christ, there’s jizz everywhere. Thanks a lot, Milligan.”
I chuckled, leaning over to dig through my bag for the tee I’d used last night. “Here you go.”
“You sly rascal, you. I knew this was a cum rag.”
I ignored him, somehow knowing his teasing banter was post-sex excess energy or maybe nerves…or both. Trinsky was constantly moving, talking, and no doubt, his brain was always churning. I used to think his ego required a captive audience and nonstop attention, but after a day alone with him in the wilderness, I realized that he had no real off switch. No doubt exercise helped—hockey, hiking…sex.
Oh, my God. I’d just had sex with Mason Trinsky.
Our cocks had been up close and personal, and my cum was on his chest. I’d kissed him, touched him. He’d opened his legs for me, and damn, now I wanted to fuck him. I wondered if he’d let me. Doubtful, but—
“What exactly do you want?” I blurted.
I could have sworn I heard him swallow.
“Uh…what are you offering?” he countered.
I curled onto my side. “I don’t know. I’m thinking out loud.”
Trinsky was uncharacteristically quiet. “I guess I’d take whatever you wanted to give.”
“No hesitation?”
“Well, you’re catching me in my birthday suit after a mind-blowing orgasm, so I’d probably give you the code to my safe if you ask for it right now. Tomorrow…might be different.”
“How so?”
Trinsky snorted. “Well, I’ll probably remember that you hate me, for starters.”
“I don’t hate you.”
He laughed aloud. “Greatly dislike? Don’t bother sugarcoating it, man. Our mutual disdain is the reason we’re here.”
“True. Our PR team should see us now.” We both snickered at that. And yeah, it felt jarringly…harmonious. I exhaled with a shrug. “Okay, maybe we’re not each other’s favorite person.”
“Understatement. The first time I call you Jakey at the juniors’ camp, you’ll want to chop my balls off and when I beat you to the puck in a preseason game, the analysts will place bets on how long it’ll take till we’re in a full brawl on the ice. This is—I don’t know what it is, but it might only be tonight and I think that has to be okay. Right?”
My brain: Absolutely, a hundred thousand percent right. No question.
My body: This is it? For real? No. Just…no.
Thankfully, my brain did the talking for me. “Yeah, for sure.”
Trinsky rolled into my space and shoved a hand between my legs. “Cool. I wanna touch your dick again. Let me get you hard.”
I swatted him away but didn’t fight when he jumped on top of me, sumo-style. We sucked face and writhed like horny teens. And if one thing led to another, so be it.
Look, I wasn’t a fan of loose ends, and having a nebulous connection with someone I battled against on the ice was downright dangerous. But maybe that was part of the attraction—the danger, the thrill of the forbidden with someone who had as much to lose as I did.