Box of 1Night Stands: 17 Sizzling Nights

by Sabrina York

  Owen pulled him into the bedroom, pushed his new lover onto the bed, and then straddled his hips. He kissed him, hard. Addison grabbed at his ass, massaging with his broad hands. He found the older man’s thick cock and stroked it, pre-cum lubricating his movements.

  Addison wrapped one leg around him and flipped him onto his back. He ground their dicks together. His lips connected with his neck and he kissed downward, kissing and nibbling on one of nipples, his hot tongue bringing it to a tight peak. Owen threaded his fingers through his partner’s thick, curly blonde hair. He gave a gentle push, hinting he wanted him to move lower.

  Addison glanced over the top of his glasses and smiled. Then his mouth trailed downward. He planted a kiss on Owen’s stomach; his tongue traced around the outline of his abs. Addison’s mouth covered his cock. Owen groaned, his fingers tightening as he swallowed him all the way. Sucking hard, making him squirm, his hard cock pulsating with need. He stopped for a second to toss his glasses onto the nightstand before he went lower, paying homage to his sac then nudging his legs up.

  “Fuck,” Owen called out as a warm, wet tongue met his entrance, rimming his tight rosebud. The gentle probing sent tingles of pleasure through his stomach. Owen let go of his hair, grabbing at his cock instead.

  Addison stopped. “Is there any lube?”

  “Nightstand drawer,” He had spotted supplies there when he explored the room earlier. Owen trembled when Addison touched him, his heart pounding like an inexperienced virgin.

  Fuck, I am a virgin. An ass virgin, anyway.

  Addison rolled away and returned with lube and a condom. He sucked hard at the head of his cock again. The distraction helped Owen’s body to relax as his partner created a gentle, insistent pressure, working a slick finger inside him.

  So good. Addison wiggled against his sweet spot and pleasure jolted through him. A second finger joined the first. A bit more of a burn, but fucking awesome. Addison released his cock.

  “Turn over,” Addison’s fingers slipped out, and Owen actually missed them. He flipped onto his stomach, hugging one of the pillows. “You are so sexy, Schnuckelchen.” Addison’s fingers worked their way inside him again. “I need you so bad.”

  Owen nodded into the pillows and focused on his breathing. His body felt empty for a second before the thick, blunt cock pressed into him. He bit the pillow, trying hard not to cry out. It burned, a lot. Not painful, per se, but not comfortable either.

  Addison stopped. “You are so tight, Schnuckelchen. So tight.” He nodded, working on his breathing, but he tensed as the cock stretched him again. “Push out, Owen.”

  He nodded again, not trusting his voice. He obeyed and the thick cock glided a bit deeper. The pressure increased, and he arched against Addison. Sweat pooled on his back, and he shook with the effort of taking him.

  “Are you okay?” His partner paused and rubbed soft circles in his back. “You have done this before, correct?” Owen shook his head. “Dammit, Schnuckelchen, you should have told me.” Addison started to move away from him.

  “No.” Owen reached back and squeezed Addison’s ass. “Don’t stop.”

  Addison froze. “Why did you not tell me?”

  Owen buried his face in the pillow. “I didn’t want you to leave.”

  “Oh, Schnuckelchen, I would not have left.” He planted a kiss on his shoulder. “I would have taken more time getting you ready.”

  The burn had lessened so Owen wiggled backward, allowing Addison to sink in further. “I’m okay. Keep going.”

  “You are so beautiful, Schnuckelchen.” Addison kissed along the sensitive base of his neck. “Just relax, and I will take good care of you.” He soothed in German, whispering soft, rhythmic words. Owen had no idea what they meant, but he focused on his voice, allowing his body to relax fully. Addison slid all the way in him, his cock giving a persistent rub on Owen’s prostate that drove him wild.

  “You feel so good,” he moaned.

  “You are so tight. I feel like my cock is going to explode.” Addison pushed into him again.

  His own orgasm built in his stomach. The switch flipped, and he went from burning and uncomfortable pressure to his body singing as his lover moved inside of him.

  Addison retreated and gripped his hips, moving him onto his knees. Owen rested on his forearms while Addison palmed his cock, precum leaking out to cover the man’s hand. “Harder.”

  Addison shifted, and his cock slammed into Owen’s sweet spot making him cry out in pleasure. He replaced Addison’s hand with his own, rapidly fisting himself as his partner pounded into him.

  Orgasm began raced through his body. Addison’s clasped his hips with both hands, crying out in German as their bodies slammed against each other.

  Owen exploded, cum shooting all over the duvet as he tensed around the still-hard intrusion. He half collapsed and Addison landed on top of him. They both lay there panting.

  “Das war fantastisch, Schnuckelchen,” Addison whispered in his hair.

  “What does that mean?” He turned his head enough to squash their lips together, half out of breath. Addison slid out of him with a soft pop and rolled to one side. He pulled Owen over to him, his head resting against his powerful frame.

  “That was amazing or fantastic.” Addison’s accent thickened, his voice deep, and his chest rumbled under his ear. The thought raced through him of how perfect this moment was, and how he wanted to have the feeling all of the time.

  “What does shen-knuckle-chien, mean?” He placed a kiss along Addison’s collar bone.

  “It’s pronounced schnuck–kel-chen It means sweetheart—but in a masculine way.”

  Owen waved toward Addison’s soft member still covered with the condom. “Why don’t you go get rid of that?”

  Addison kissed him, claiming Owen as his own. “I will be back soon.” He climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom. He returned a short time later with a warm facecloth and wiped him down, the moist cloth like heaven on his sore ass. Then they snuggled under the covers, and Owen, to his surprise, drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Three

  Owen rolled over to a cold spot and reached out only to find the bed empty. He dragged his brain from the edge of sleep and glanced at the clock. Seven a.m. He didn’t have to be at the rink until two. Plenty of time remained for them. He didn’t want it all to end. He sat up and hissed in pain.

  “Are you all right, Schnuckelchen?” Addison leaned on the door leading to the main living space. He wore boxers, his glasses, and nothing else and looked fucking delicious. His morning semi shifted into an outright hard-on.

  “I’m fine,” he replied. Addison regarded him over the top of his glasses. “A bit sore.”

  “I thought you might be. There is a wonderful Jacuzzi tub that seems to have our name on it.” His eyes twinkled behind his glasses. “Will help with the soreness.”

  “Sure.” Owen followed him into the bathroom where Addison sat on the edge of the sunken tub and turned on the faucets. Owen bent to kiss him. He tasted like fresh coffee and a bit of mint. “You’re hot.”

  “No, you are.” He stood up and stripped out of his boxers. He stepped in, and Owen took his offered hand and joined him. Addison pulled off his glasses and sank into the tub.

  The second Owen settled opposite him, Addison reached over and flicked on the jets. The mass of bubbles hid their attraction for each other. He moved so he sat next to Owen then leaned over and kissed him again. His fingers traced along his leg.

  “Let me take care of you.” Addison’s fingers crept higher and brushed against his hard member. Owen nodded. “On your knees.”

  Owen lifted his ass into the cool air. Immediately, his lover’s tongue worked over his entrance. Addison had been right, the soreness disappeared, and his need for the man filled his senses.

  When the tongue pushed deep inside, Own leaned forward, grasping the edge of the Jacuzzi. As Addison’s hand slid along his prick, Owen groaned, surprised at how fast he neared h
is tipping point. A couple of more licks and he shot strings of white cum into the bubbling water.

  He sank back with a happy sigh, and Addison pulled him tight into his arms. “Are you all right, Schnuckelchen?”

  “Yeah, that was amazing.” Owen reached for his thick member and stroked him until Addison cursed in German and lost his load into the bubbles.

  He collapsed, his head resting on Owen’s chest. Both men lay in the silence as the jets eased the last of the tension from their bodies.

  As Owen relaxed, he began to explore Addison’s body. He didn’t have as many scars as him, but he had a small mark that looked like a half-moon on the side of his chest. “What’s this?” Owen traced over it.

  “Birthmark. All of the people on my mother’s side have it. My twin sister’s is on her left side instead of her right.” Addison traced over a scar on his wrist.

  “You have a twin sister?” Owen asked.

  “Yes, her name is Morgan, and she lives in Ottawa.” Addison moved and some of the water splashed against the side.

  Owen massaged Addison’s back and shoulders. “I have a twin sister as well.”

  “What? That is unusual.” Addison’s fingers rubbed over the raised skin on his wrist “How did you get this one?”

  “Motherfucker from Syracuse slashed me two seasons ago. Sliced one of the tendons. Still bugs me once in a while. How did this happen?” He touched a circular, faded scar on Addison’s left shoulder.

  “Gunshot wound.”

  “Happen on duty?”

  “Nein, when we escaped East Berlin.” Sadness washed over his face. “My grandfather was a Canadian who fell in love with a German girl and stayed after the war. My mother is a Canadian citizen. My parents were caught when the wall went up. We escaped in eighty-six and came to Canada. I was shot going through the checkpoint, as was my father. He didn’t make it.”

  “But you were just a child.” Addison shrugged. Owen tilted his head so he could nibble on his lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories.”

  “It is okay.” Addison kissed him back. “I wanted you to know.” The timed jets turned off. “I think it is time that we got out.”

  Addison stood up and the water cascaded off him. Owen stared, struck by his attraction toward the sexy, handsome, older man. Could he be lucky enough to have him for more than one night?

  Owen shook his head, clearing the absurd thoughts. His stomach growled, telling him that with all of the extra physical activity he needed to refuel. “How about breakfast?”

  “Sounds like an excellent idea.” Addison dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist before grabbing his glasses. He was going to call down for breakfast only to discover Addison already had and the cart waited for them.

  He took his seat at the table and lifted the plate cover to find heavenly-scented eggs Benedict and a big pot with enough coffee to sink a battle ship.

  He kept glancing at Addison, who represented everything he wanted in life—strong, smart, successful, sexy, and so damn good in bed.

  Why couldn’t he just say fuck it and see what happened between them? He really wanted to. More than anything he wanted Addison to be in his life tomorrow and the next day. At least until the experiment in being normal ended.

  The little devil on his shoulder told him no matter what that couldn’t happen. He couldn’t risk his hockey career, his livelihood, on a man. No matter how much he wanted to.

  “Penny for your thoughts.” Addison sipped on what had to be his third cup.

  “Wishing that all of this,” he waved his hand around the room, “Didn’t have to end.”

  “It does not have to end, Owen. Do not let your job rule your life.” He reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing. “You do not have to tell your teammates who you are dating.”

  “They’re going to want to know who I’m seeing. They’re going to ask a lot of questions. Then they’ll want to meet you. I’m sorry. I’m just not ready for the world to find out about me.”

  “I understand, Owen, I really do.” Addison traced his fingers along the back of his hand. “I am just asking you to think about it.”

  “I will,” he promised.

  After breakfast Owen checked at the clock and groaned; close to nine and he still had to pack for his road trip.

  He had his boxer-briefs and his dress shirt on when Addison stopped him. “We have the room until noon.”

  “I should be going back.” He started to do the buttons up.

  “Owen.” His lover’s hands closed over his. “If, after you leave, I cannot see you again, I want to make the most out of our time together.” Addison’s eyes were filled with emotion behind his glasses. “Make love to me.”

  Owen couldn’t deny such a simple request. He dropped the towel Addison wore to the floor, revealing his soft member nestled against his pubic hair. He pulled Addison toward him and they kissed. Addison pushed away his shirt and his boxer briefs hit the floor. They fell back into the tangle of covers, their hands roaming over each other.

  Owen wanted to memorize every touch, every feeling. The way Addison gasped as he licked his nipples and his thick scent before he sucked his semi-hard cock into his mouth.

  His own length grew as he worked. His tongue slid over Addison’s foreskin. He tasted luscious and heady with a hint of salt. He loved it—it was so Addison, he wanted more. He wanted it all.

  Addison clasped the backs of his knees, lifting them toward his chest and offering a view of his tight pucker. Owen’s tongue swirled around the outside a couple of times, then he brushed against the center, amazed at how the older man opened up to him.

  The lube bottle landed next to him, accompanied by a small thud and a chuckle. He did what his lover hinted at, sliding two slick digits inside him.

  He hooked them upward and Addison whimpered. He did it again, watching pre-cum drool down the side of his cock. “Do you like that?”

  “I would like it better if it was your cock inside of me.” Addison lowered his legs a little toward the bed, reached over, and tossed a condom at him.

  Owen pressed one more kiss to the top of Addison’s dick, his tongue swiping over the head, gathering his essence. He wiped his fingers on the blanket before he reached for the lube again. Owen added a bit to his dick before he rolled the condom on and liberally coated it. “Roll over.”

  Addison shook his head. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

  Owen groaned. He grabbed pillows from the head of the bed and slid them underneath Addison’s hips, giving him a better position to fuck him in.

  Kneeling between his legs, Owen supported the back of Addison’s thighs as he pushed inside. His lover’s skills and practice showed as he greedily took his cock. He relaxed when Owen moved inside of him and tensed as he withdrew. It only took a minute for his cock to slide fully inside’s Addison heat, burying himself to the hilt.

  Addison wrapped his legs wrapped around Owen’s waist and bucked against him. He thrust slowly at first but Addison gripped his hips, forcing him to move faster.

  They found a robust rhythm, changing positions every once in a while, but still going at it hard, fast. Owen didn’t want it to end, and had a feeling Addison didn’t either.

  They slowed down when they were getting close, speeding up and bringing each other to the brink before pulling back. At last Owen couldn’t stand it anymore. He kissed Addison, trapping Addison’s cock between their stomachs as they ground together.

  “I need you,” Addison whispered. “Please, Schnuckelchen, do it. Make me come.”

  Owen, already close, fought the rising waves until the other man’s hands dug into the back of his thighs. Addison contracted around his cock, his hot seed spurting between them. Owen lost himself as his lover cried out, thrusting a couple of more times before they collapsed on the bed in a sticky heap.

  It took Owen ages to move. When he pulled out, he stayed pressed to Addison, knowing once they moved their time would end, and he hated th
at thought.

  Addison held Owen tight to him, stroking his back, and whispered into his ear, “Ich liebe dich, mein Schnuckelchen.”

  “What does that mean?” Owen inhaled, enjoying their scent, pretending it was never going to be over.

  “Nothing important.” Addison traced a spot on his hips. “I think I gave you bruises.”

  He shrugged, “Not a big deal, I have bruises on a regular basis, hazard of being a hockey player.”

  “These look like finger marks.” His chest rumbled with laughter.

  A shrill ring of a cell phone stopped Owen from answering.

  “Sorry,” Addison hopped to his feet, grabbed his pants off the floor, and answered on the third ring. “Yes, this is Krause.” He grabbed his glasses off the table and pulled them on.

  He pulled the covers up and watched as Addison paced the bedroom, chatting in rapid fire French.

  Addison hung up and tossed the device on the bed. “I have to apologize, but I was just called in to work.”

  Owen’s stomach dropped. Addison had to go. “It’s fine.”

  “I am very sorry.” Addison went into the bathroom. The shower started and stopped again in under two minutes. He returned to the bedroom with a facecloth. He washed off the remains of his cum on Owen’s stomach. He gave him a quick kiss, before pulling on his boxers and grabbing his pants. “I want to stay.”

  “It’s okay, I understand.” Even as Owen said it, he acknowledged the lie. He wanted Addison to stay.

  “Still.” He tugged his sweater on over his head then leaned over and framed Owen’s face with his hands, kissing him long and slow. “I am sorry.”

  “Go, they need you.”

  Addison kissed him one more time before he left the bedroom. A couple of moments later, the door to the hallway clicked closed.

  Owen fought back tears. The best thing that had ever happened to him just walked out the door, and not a damn thing he could do about it. He stood up and got rid of the condom before pulling on his boxer briefs and his pants. He glanced at the clock. After ten. He needed to get going. He picked his dress shirt up off the floor and shrugged into it. His thoughts beat like a metronome. He regretted saying good-bye, but he had done it. He couldn’t pop out of the closet if he wanted to keep playing hockey.