Page 97 of Goalie Interference

“Okay, maybe not useless,” I say. “But you’re not going to be able to fuck me if I have to take a shit. Now let’s get on with the show.”

“You are so romantic,” he says. “It is a wonder why you have been single.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I say. “Laugh it up. But real romance comes from the fact I’m definitely ready for you.” His eyes open wide, making it impossible for him to hide the heat in them. “Now get your pants off.”

Now he suddenly has some urgency in him. “When you say ready,” he says, holding my face between his palms, “what do you mean?”

“I mean I’ve done the prep work for you. What else was I supposed to do while you were playing? Watch your game? I don’t think so.”

“Liar.” He nips at my nose. “I know you watch my games, same as I watch yours.”

Instead of confirming verbally, I place my hand on the nape of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. With my free hand, I slide the zipper of his trousers down then push his pants off his waist.

He steps out of his pants then removes his dress shirt. Without caring he lets them both drop to the floor.

Finally, I have an abundance of skin to run my hands across while he kisses me senseless. That quick taste of him I got earlier was great, but it was nowhere near enough. I need more. I need him inside me right now.

Once on the bed, he breaks our kiss and steps back to remove his boxer-briefs.

“You are overdressed,” he says to me while he gives his hard cock a few slow strokes.

He’s right. Quickly I remove my clothes, then reach across the bed to the nightstand and grab the lube I packed for us. I toss it to him and watch as he slicks up his dick.

“Are you sure you are ready?” he asks, staring right at me. His gaze is penetrating.

I gulp. “More than you will ever understand.”

“Then come here,” he says, crawling onto the bed, looming above me.

I slide down the sheets, closer to him, and spread my legs by holding the backs of my knees.

“Look at you.” He runs his hand down my side. His accent is thick and his breaths are heavy. “So good for me.”

A shiver runs through me and I gulp again. My mouth has gone dry.

“You like that, don’t you?” He pours more lube onto his fingers then slicks them across my hole.

“Yes,” I say, my cheeks flushing.

His gaze darkens as he begins to press the head of his dick against my hole. “Taking my cock. Showing me how good you are.”

Having already prepped myself, he slowly slides in with ease. He stops once he’s all the way in to the hilt.

“You feel perfect like this, Ander.” He leans forward, bringing his lips to my neck as he begins to rock his hips.

I sigh, enjoying the slow back and forth glide of his dick in and out of me. The thickness of him, his length, the way the blunt head of his cock brushes my prostate, I practically melt from the bliss of it all.

Before Nikolai it had never crossed my mind that this was something I would ever enjoy. But now that I’ve experienced it, I can’t imagine having sex another way. Nikolai inside me is heaven. Better than any other sex I’ve ever had.

His pace begins to quicken, and his thrusts go deeper. With each push in, I feel his balls slap against me. Our skin claps together, keeping a count of his rhythm.

Grabbing the lube, I pour some on my palm then bring my hand to my dick. I ache with how hard I am and I’m flooded with intense pleasure as I jerk myself off to the pace of his thrusts. I won’t last much longer. But judging by his speed and intensity, he won’t either.

“That is it,” he says, his gaze looking between us watching me jerk my cock. “Show me. I want to see you come.”

That did it. I cry out on a gasp as my orgasm crashes through me. As my cock spurts, my asshole clenches in pulses around his dick, squeezing him tight.

“Fuck, Ander,” he breathes out as his thrusts become hurried, shallow and erratic before he presses all the way in and comes hard deep inside me.