City Boy (Hot Off the Ice Book 1)

by A. E. Wasp

  He pushed the curtain of hair away from Bryce’s face, biting at his jaw, at his shoulder, anywhere he could reach. “God, I want to eat you alive,” he growled into Bryce’s ear. “Your body is fucking incredible. You feel incredible.”

  Bryce whimpered, hips driving into Dakota’s, dragging the hot sticky skin of their cocks against each other and pushing Dakota down.

  Bryce’s fingers tightened on Dakota’s biceps, each thrust of his hips forcing a soft, deep grunt out of Bryce.

  Dakota dragged his nails down Bryce’s back, looking over his shoulder at the red trails they left behind. Something about the strength and size of Bryce’s body brought out this part of Dakota that wanted to batter itself against the larger man; to leave his mark on his skin alongside the scars and bruises other men had put there.

  “Fuck. God, Dakota. It feels so good. So good.” Bryce’s voice was strained and tight.

  “I can’t wait for you to fuck me into this mattress,” Dakota confessed.

  “Oh fuck, God. You can’t… I can’t…” Now he sounded pained.

  Dakota twined a hand in Bryce’s hair and yanked his head up to see the beautiful agony on his face. “The things I want to do to you.”

  All the things he wanted to do, he wanted to do for Bryce, with Bryce, not just to him. Helping Bryce discover what he liked, teaching Bryce how much pleasure he can get with another man, was a gift Dakota wanted to give him. He needed to make Bryce’s discovery of his sexuality something good, something joyous.

  Kyle had taken what he wanted from Dakota, done what he wanted, always confident that he knew best. He’d added a layer of shame on top of the sexual pleasure. Shame when Kyle mocked him for his hesitantly revealed desires, shame when he had to keep their relationship hidden.

  Bryce pushed up and away from Dakota, bracing himself on his hands and one knee. He panted, sides heaving like he’d just run a marathon. “Do you really want that?” he asked Dakota, eyes wide. “Do you really want me to fuck you?”

  Chapter Nineteen

  BRYCE

  “Oh, yeah,” Dakota said. “Do you want to?”

  Bryce dropped to the bed and rolled onto his side. He ran his hand down Dakota’s body, fingers trailing through the light dusting of blond hair on his chest. “Oh, I think I do. I did some, um, research today after my nap.”

  “You took a nap?” Dakota arched his back as Bryce’s hand slid between his legs and fondled his balls.

  “Don’t knock the nap. It’s one of the great hockey traditions.” Bryce continued his gentle exploration of Dakota’s body. He stroked Dakota’s cock from root to tip the way he liked to do to himself. Judging from the reaction on Dakota’s face, he liked it too.

  From the looks on the faces of the men in the videos, they really, really liked being fucked.

  Would Dakota like it that much? Would he make those same sounds? Watching those videos, Bryce couldn’t help but wonder if he might want Dakota to fuck him one day. The thought was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

  “How many times did you, uh, research today?” Dakota asked. He rolled onto his side and wrapped himself around Bryce again.

  Bryce loved the way their bodies fit together. Dakota was only a few inches shorter than Bryce, and his muscles came from working, not from the gym. He was big enough and strong enough that Bryce wasn’t scared of hurting him or being too rough.

  He pictured Dakota beneath him, moaning, hands fisted in the sheets as Bryce pounded into him like the men in the videos he’d watched. Oh, that was definitely something he wanted to do. His cock jumped at the thought, and Dakota chuckled.

  Bryce shut him up with a kiss. He’d never been a huge fan of kissing, never gotten the appeal of making out for hours. It was something he’d done because it was expected. But he could kiss Dakota all night. He wanted to.

  Not breaking the kiss, Dakota rolled them back over until Bryce lay on top of him again. “God, I love the way you feel on me.” His hands roamed up and down Bryce’s body. “I can’t decide which is sexier, your hair or your ass,” he said.

  Dakota squeezed Bryce’s ass and tangled his fingers in his hair. Using his hair as a handle, he yanked Bryce’s head back in a move that shot straight down to Bryce’s cock.

  “Tell me what you want? What did you think about when you watched those videos?” Dakota’s mouth roamed down Bryce’s neck, and his fingers dug bruises into his skin. “Did picture me riding you? Do you want me on my hands and knees for you?”

  Bryce groaned. “I want you to stop talking, or this is going to be over before it starts.”

  “Yeah?” Dakota licked a stripe up the side of his neck, something Bryce couldn’t remember anyone ever doing before.

  He ended with a bite on the underside of his jaw that made Bryce curse. “Fucking vampire,” he growled.

  “You love it.”

  He couldn’t argue with that; he did love the biting. Dakota’s enthusiastic embracing of everything Bryce did burned away any embarrassment he might have felt about his desires.

  Dakota’s hand moved closer to the crack of his ass, fingers flirting with his balls, and he kept thrusting his hips up, rubbing their cocks together. Bryce could barely think as his body tried to process all the sensations.

  “I watched you, you know,” Dakota said. “In action. On the ice. Fucking hottest thing ever, the way you move. It’s like flying when you skate. And when you slam someone up into those walls. It’s like, ah—” he broke off when Bryce grabbed his hands and dragged them over his head, pinning them to the bed.

  He ground down on Dakota, spreading the man’s legs further apart and pressing their bodies closer together. “After tonight, after the way you shoved me up against the wall, I’m going to get hard every time someone slams me into the boards.”

  Dakota tested Bryce’s grip, and Bryce tightened his hands. Dakota smirked, wrapped his legs around Bryce’s, and taking advantage of Bryce’s bad knee, flipped them back over.

  That’s how it was going to be then? It was so on.

  They played dirty as they fought for control. A bedside lamp gave its life in the struggle. All the pillows and the comforter ended up on the floor, which helped when Dakota slipped off the bed, dragging Bryce down with him.

  While Dakota was laughing too hard to fight, Bryce managed to get Dakota’s cock in his mouth. That was good for a few minutes détente while Dakota cursed and held Bryce in place with a hand on the back of his head. Loving every second of it, he drooled and choked as Dakota thrust hard into his mouth.

  Their temporary truce ended when a warm body slammed into Bryce, knocking him over and almost causing damage to Dakota’s cock. Lu and Beezy charged in, barking and bounding around the room, tongues hanging out, and tails wagging wildly, thrilled to find the men playing on the floor.

  Cold dog noses and wet dog kisses were definitely boner-killers.

  Bryce laughed so hard tears ran down his cheeks as Dakota leaped up and chased the dogs out, yelling and cursing at them while he shut the door firmly behind them.

  They barked and whined at the closed door until Dakota, stark naked, erection bobbing against his stomach, stormed out of the room yelling for them to get the hell out.

  Bryce sat on the floor,his back against the foot of the bed, absently stroking himself as he waited for Dakota to return.

  Dakota threw the door open with a sigh. “Sorry. They are the most useless dogs. Now, where were we?”

  Even in the dark room, Bryce could make out the glint in Dakota’s eyes as he turned back to Bryce. He shuddered as Dakota stalked the few steps from the door, eyes locked on Bryce’s cock as it pushed through his fist.

  By the time Bryce was bent over the foot of the bed shaking and moaning, legs threatening to collapse under him as Dakota’s tongue went where no tongue had ever gone before, he was ready to call it a draw.

  After all, there were no losers here.

  Resting his cheek against the bed, one hand fisted in the sheets tha
t were pulled half off the bed, he alternated between thrusting forward into his fist and back against that wicked tongue. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

  Dakota’s hand tightened on his ass. He turned his head and bit down on the inside of Bryce’s butt cheek.

  Bryce jerked away from the sting with a moan.

  “You like that?”

  “God, yes,” Bryce whimpered, pushing his hips back for Dakota to get back to business. “Don’t stop. Please, I’m so close.” He’d never begged before. There was something so hot about the shamelessness of it.

  Not done playing dirty, Dakota pulled Bryce’s cock back between his legs and dragged his tongue over the tip and up the length of it to suck his balls one at a time into his mouth. He flicked his tongue against Bryce’s hole and continued his path to the base of Bryce’s spine. “Trust me?”

  “Oh, you fucking fucker,” Bryce groaned, squeezing his cock hard to stave off his orgasm. He wasn’t anywhere close to wanting this to end yet. Luckily he’d already jerked off twice today while doing his gay sex ‘research.’ “If I say yes, will you do that again?”

  Dakota chuckled against Bryce’s inner thigh. “That and more.”

  “Then yes. Just, fuck, anything.” Words got harder to form, and drops of sweat rolled down his neck as Dakota made good on his promise.

  Dakota pushed his tongue deep into Bryce’s ass, and Bryce’s legs gave up the fight. Panting, he collapsed down onto his knees. He’d pay for it later, but right now he was feeling no pain.

  Dakota shoved Bryce back up the bed until he lay stretched out over the crumpled sheets, then kneed Bryce’s legs apart. Draping himself over Bryce, Dakota kissed between his shoulder blades, cock rubbing between his ass cheeks.

  Bryce tensed at the feel of Dakota’s dick sliding through the sweat and spit. It felt bigger than it had in his mouth. He shuddered as his body tried to push into the feeling and away from it at the same time.

  “Shh,” Dakota whispered, placing gentle kisses up his spine. “Just relax, I’m not going to fuck you tonight. Trust me.”

  Would he do that some other night? Bryce exhaled as he forced every muscle in his body to relax.

  Dakota pushed back onto his heels between Bryce’s legs. Keeping one hand stroking soothingly on Bryce’s back, he pressed one spit-wet finger hard against Bryce’s hole. “Touch yourself,” he said, voice rough.

  Bryce hitched his hips up to get his hand around his cock. The finger circling and caressing his ass sent sparks of pleasure up his spine.

  Dakota pushed harder against the tight muscle. “Okay?”

  Bryce nodded, not trusting himself to talk. Somehow this felt like a big moment; like he was admitting to something he couldn’t take back.

  “You sure? We don’t have to.”

  “No. I mean, yes. Do it. Please.” He pressed backward, groaning as his cock slipped across his palm.

  With his lips and tongue drawing lines of heat on Bryce’s skin, Dakota pushed his finger into Bryce’s body. He groaned, rolling his forehead against Bryce’s lower back. “Fuck,” he whispered.

  Bryce clenched at the intrusion, then forced himself to relax. It didn’t hurt, though Bryce’s pain scale might have been screwed up by twenty years of being slammed into unyielding boards, hit in the face with hockey sticks, and bruised by flying pucks.

  Dakota slipped down to the floor, pressing his face against Bryce, his tongue licking around the edges of his finger. With a sharp jerk of his hand, he twisted his finger inside of Bryce, hitting a spot that made Bryce arch off the bed with a yell.

  “Oh fuck!” Bryce pushed back up onto his elbows. “Do that again.”

  “Yes, sir,” Dakota said, smirking against his skin.

  Bryce stroked his cock hard and fast as Dakota stretched Bryce open, returning over and over to that spot that made him see stars.

  “More, Kota. More. I’m so close. God, please.” He had no idea what more would feel like; he just knew he needed it more than oxygen.

  Dakota muttered a curse and shoved his finger in as far as he could. His palm was flat against Bryce’s ass. “Fuck, fuck. Bryce. God.”

  Bryce shouted as Dakota pulled his finger out a little too quickly. Before he could complain, Dakota had climbed on the bed next to him. He stretched across Bryce and fumbled through the nightstand drawer.

  Dakota pushed at Bryce’s shoulder until he rolled on his side. “Kiss me,” he demanded, slicking up his hand.

  That Bryce could do. He palmed the back of Dakota’s head and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. The sloppy kiss somehow yanked him back from the precipice of orgasm at the same time it drew his attention to every place their bodies touched.

  Grabbing the back of Bryce’s thigh, Dakota tugged Bryce’s top leg over his. Hand slick with lube, he reached down beneath Bryce’s balls and slid two fingers inside him.

  Bryce yelled into Dakota’s mouth, and Dakota moaned, his cock sliding against Bryce’s drum-tight stomach.

  Anything Dakota might have been saying was lost beneath Bryce’s groans and the slap of flesh on flesh. They weren’t kissing so much as moaning and panting into each other’s mouths.

  Bryce burned from the inside out, everything in him ratcheting tighter and tighter as the heat rose. He wormed his hand into almost non-existent space between their bodies and grabbed both their cocks. With a growl, he rolled them over, his full weight resting on Dakota.

  Dakota pulled out of him with a yell, grabbing onto Bryce's shoulders and spreading his legs as Bryce just drove relentlessly against him.

  Bryce pushed up to watch as their hard cocks slipped desperately thought his fist. The feel of another man’s cock rubbing against his was a revelation.

  Dakota drew in a sobbing inhale, and his cock gave a brutal throb Bryce felt against his hand. Bryce’s orgasm ripped through him, ringing in his ears, and knocking the air from his lungs. His mouth opened in a silent scream.

  Dakota shoved up against his solid weight, high-pitched grunts falling from his lips with every thrust. He wrenched sideways, muscles locking. The arching of his back as he came lifted Bryce off the bed. His fingernails dug into Bryce’s back, breaking the skin. The bright pop of pain sent Bryce into shuddering aftershocks.

  Finally, they dropped back down to the bed, gasping for breath, hearts pounding. Bryce tried not to squash Dakota beneath him.

  Laughing brokenly as he struggled to get his breathing under control, Dakota patted Bryce weakly on the shoulder. “Holy shit.”

  Bryce could only nod in agreement, words beyond him for the moment. Tears pricked at his eyes, and he didn’t know why. The next long drag of air he took came out almost like a sob. He rolled off of Dakota onto his side.

  Instantly, Dakota turned to him, his hand soft and gentle on Bryce’s cheek. “Hey. You okay? Was that okay?”

  Bryce’s laugh was shaky. “So okay. So beyond okay. It was so fucking good.”

  Dakota ran his hand down Bryce’s side. “Any regrets? Change your mind?”

  Bryce ran his hand down Dakota’s chest. They were both sticky and should probably clean up. “Only regrets for all the years I lived without this.”

  “Guess you’ll just have to make up for lost time,” Dakota joked.

  “If I have to.” Oh, he wanted to. There was so much wasted time. And so much to worry about in the future. He rolled onto his back, crossing his arms behind his head.

  Dakota murmured appreciatively and turned onto his side to caress Bryce’s biceps. “Jesus. How do you even find shirts?”

  “I have them made, most of the time.” Bryce stared up through the ceiling as if the future might be written there. “I wonder how my life would have been different if I’d known when I was sixteen? Twenty? Before I hurt Nikki?”

  “I don’t know. Would you have still played hockey?”

  Bryce shrugged. “I can’t imagine not playing hockey. It’s who I am.”

  “It’s what you do. It’s not who you are.”

  Bry
ce narrowed his eyes and looked at Dakota. “What’s the difference?” They were one and the same as far as he was concerned.

  Dakota couldn’t seem to stop touching Bryce. He ran his hands up and down Bryce’s arms and shoulders as he thought. “It’s like, I’m a farmer. But that’s not who I am. It’s not the essence of me. It’s an expression of part of who I am, of my values, my skills, my beliefs in how the world is or should be.”

  He spread his hands, his palm warm over Bryce’s heart. “You play hockey, pursued it, because of who you are inside. What kind of player you are, how you get along with your teammates, how you treat the fans, that’s all a reflection of your values and beliefs. Hockey doesn’t define you. You define your hockey.”

  “Holy crap.” Had anyone ever talked to him like that before? “That was amazing. How do you think of things like that?”

  Dakota chuckles. “Hippie parents, remember?”

  Bryce grabbed his hand. “No. I never…I don’t even have the words for how you talk.”

  “I have some books you might like then that talk about,” Dakota waved his hand between them, “you. Us. People. About what we are.”

  “Can I borrow them?” He felt like he was standing in a doorway to a whole new world. On the other side were new ways of thinking about himself, of being.

  He’d never been religious, never given to existential wonderings or philosophical questions. But now it was like kissing Dakota had opened him up, unfolded him into something bigger than he had been before.

  It was terrifying and amazing, and he thought his heart would burst with it.

  Thank god he’d chosen that car and driven up that road at that time. How miraculous it all seemed now that everything had aligned so precisely. “Do you believe in fate?” he asked Dakota.

  Now it was Dakota’s turn to frown. “Like a destiny?”

  “Maybe. I don’t know. More like, we meet certain people at the exact right time.” Bryce felt like he was trembling on the cusp of understanding some meaning that had always alluded him. Something that could only be expressed in art, or a song, or poetry. “I think I get art now,” he said, voice awed.