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moving with Ryan, locked into the pressure and the sensation within. He was breathing like he’d taken double shifts on the ice during a penalty kill. Sweat was beading on his flesh. The precum on his dick was spilling steadily and it made his untouched dick even more sensitive.

“So fucking needy. Come for me, pet.” Ryan whispered in his ear. “Come for me and I’ll let you rest a bit before I fuck you. Before I fill you up with my come and leave you that way so I can take you again. Until all you can feel is the mess I’ve left of you.” He withdrew his fingers. Spit on them again and brought them back, this time adding a third and using them all to stretch Braxton even more. “You won’t be clean again until I decide to let you out of this bed. And I have you all to myself for two days.”

“Oh God…God…” Braxton tipped his head back, muscles straining. “I’m close…”

“When you come I’ll let you feel my mouth. I’ll lick every last drop off of you. But you need to give it to me.” Ryan sucked his earlobe into his mouth, biting hard enough to make it sting before letting out a rough sound. “Now.”

The pressure, the curve of Ryan’s fingers, the pain, all combined and overwhelmed Braxton’s senses until he was crying out and jutting his hips up as the cum hit his stomach and his chest. He let out a shout as the intense pleasure barreled over him, stealing away his vision in a flash and leaving him breathless, all his strength leaving him as his dick gave one last jolt when Ryan bent down to lick it.

Like he’d promised, he cleaned every drop off of Braxton, withdrawing his fingers and rising up to give Braxton a deep, open mouthed kiss. His lips were slick and salty with Braxton’s come and his dick was hard against Braxton’s thigh, but he wasn’t in a rush to continue. He even pulled Braxton’s head onto his shoulder when his eyes started to drift shut.

Which didn’t seem right. “Rya—Sir, I should—”

“Rest. As we discussed.” Ryan pet his hair and made a soft, shushing sound. “You’re physically and emotionally drained, Braxton. It’s my job to take care of you while we’re doing a scene. You need to learn to let me.”

That sounded really nice. It still bothered Braxton that Ryan hadn’t gotten off, but in this exchange, Ryan was the one in control. He’d take what he wanted when he thought Braxton was ready to give it.

And if what had happened was anything to go by?

Braxton would need his strength.

Chapter 12

Sleep had evaded Ryan so often over the past few months, feeling it calling as he held Braxton close confused the hell out of him. Until…

Until it didn’t.

His life had consisted of dealing with one problem after another, worrying about his sister, taking on an overload of cases, dealing with the trouble the team got in while pretending he didn’t give a damn about the Dartmouth Cobras. He’d avoided games and ignored avid fans because he didn’t want to hear Braxton’s name, even in passing.

Staying away from Braxton, denying his own feelings, had become a fulltime job. One he’d refused to quit for far too long. But, looking down at his sleeping face, Ryan couldn’t remember why he’d been so fucking stubborn. Only that he was relieved to have finally stopped.

The light of dawn gleaming through the part in his curtains had him opening his eyes and he chuckled softly to himself, realizing he’d fallen asleep without meaning to. He’d had plans for Braxton last night, plans to wake him again and again, using him until the young man was sore and satisfied and understood how different things would be when they were together.

Would he still want this once he saw what was expected of him?

Ryan imagined he would. His new pet was eager to please and had plenty of stamina. If he was going to be in a relationship with a hockey player—of all things—he might as well enjoy the perks. And the challenges.

Such as, how long would it take to have Braxton begging him to stop? Would he ever, or would he take each and every bit of pleasure Ryan could give him, not needing any rest at all before Ryan proved this was only the beginning.

No better time than the present to find out.

Sliding his arm out from under Braxton’s sleeping form, Ryan rose