Sugar and Ice - RJ Scott Page 0,31
forever, the kisses softening. Just like my cock. I eased out of his body, my arms still around him, and we both fell face first into the bed.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, his face buried in a thick pillow. I rolled off the bed after giving his ass a pat. “You’re a fucking beast.”
That made me chuckle as I tied off the condom and dropped it into the trash can by the desk. Turning, I took a moment to enjoy the sight of a well-fucked Tate Collins in my bed, belly down, legs splayed, his gorgeous ass bearing a love bite. I wanted to cover him with marks. Let the world and all the other horny bastards and bitches know that he belonged to someone. And that someone was not one who shared well. Or at all.
He rolled to his back when I climbed into the bed, his eyes glowing. I stole a kiss, then gathered him into my arms, flopping backward, taking him with me. He lay on top of me now, his prick still leaking, his body pink and damp.
“This is something either very bad or very good,” I said, staring into his eyes. His brows tangled. “I hope it will be good but there are so many things that may make it bad.”
“Yeah, I know.” He pushed up to sit on my thighs and winced. “Ouch, okay, fuck, my ass aches.”
“We will tend to that momentarily.”
A flimsy smile pulled at his mouth. “Novocain for my ass?”
“No, asshole cream for an asshole.”
“Will you use your dick to work it up inside me?”
He looked nothing like the All-American boy the league touted him as. He was rumpled, marked, covered with semen and sweat, and asking for another ass fucking by his male captain. If the Raptors PR people could’ve seen Mr. Sweet as Apple Pie now they’d have been flabbergasted.
“No, not again tonight. A few fingers though…” That brought out his dazzling smile. “Tate, this relationship that we’re having. You must know that I am not an easy man to be with. We must not allow our love affair to become public. My family is vulnerable back in Russia. I know Americans are all for being out and proud, and I wish I could be, perhaps later but right now I—”
He bent down to put his lips to mine. A soft, silencing kiss. “It’s fine. We’ll keep us to us. Maybe just some friends.” My eyes flared. “The team already knows or suspects. Strongly. Colorado sees the way I look at you, or you at me, or maybe he just has some sort of sixth sense about people having the hots for other people.”
“Do not speak of Colorado to me tonight while we are being close. It sours my mood,” I grumbled. He spread himself over me like a big, heavy man blanket. “He is the biggest hemorrhoid in the National Hockey League.”
“Yeah, he’s got some fire in him,” Tate sighed, his cheek on my pectoral. “He’s a free spirit and you’re Mr. Control so you two are bound to rub each other wrong.”
“Hmm,” I replied, my fingers moving up and down his spine as our skin began to dry and cool. “Well, I am not a funny man.”
“I think you’re hilarious.”
“Your thoughts will change in a short time. I’m strict and controlling, in bed and out.”
“Yeah, I noticed. I kind of dig you telling me to take off my clothes and all that shit.”
I smiled despite myself. “That’s good. I dislike men in my bed who are pushy and toppy. That is my role.” He hummed like a contented cat. “I am troublesome though. I must have order. Neatness, control, and many men find that irritating.”
“We’ll work on loosening you up a bit, Iceberg.”
“Pfft.”
“First thing we’re going to do is order us up some junk food, shower, find that ass cream of yours, and watch us some superhero movies.” He kissed my nipple, then wiggled free, his feet hitting the floor at the same time he grimaced. “Jesus, you damn Russian plow horse.” He tenderly reached around to touch his ass. I had a small moment of pride as most men would, being likened to a horse. “Maybe ass cream first, then food, followed by Marvel movies.”
“Superhero films are silly. Who wears capes and spandex?” I inquired as I rolled out of bed and gathered him to me. “Why do we not watch something with some substance that will make our brains work?”
“Oh my God, don’t tell me you’re