Point Shot 01 - Two Man Advantage by V.L. Locey Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Dan glowered but his lips compressed. I leaned my hip against the boards. He remained rigid, only moving to pass his weight from one skate to the other.
    “Now, why are you being such a bitch about this?” I asked.
    He shoved me onto my ass. I sat there gaping up at the rugged little runt. I was torn between getting up and punching him in the face or taking him back to our hotel room to fuck him again.
    “That a bitch move?” he barked, crouching down to stare into my eyes. “I might be gay but I am not a pussy. I will whip your ass if you say I’m a woman again.”
    “Fucking A,” I grumbled as I got to my skates.
    Dan lifted his chin. I towered over the man and yet he was not intimidated. I really liked that he didn’t take my shit. Most people did. Fucking him right there on the ice would be so hot.
    “My bad,” I mumbled, making a lunge for him. He met the move with an elbow to the mouth. My bottom lip split. Blood filled my mouth. My balls felt heavier. “You are a fucking lunatic,” I said, then spat a mouthful of blood onto the ice.
    “Remember that. I don’t take being treated like a whore. Now you going to be yourself tonight when we get back to the hotel, or are you going to be a human being? I will not be treated like I’m just a fucking orifice, Kalinski,” Dan snarled.
    I nodded.
    “Yes you’re going to be a douche, or yes you’re going to treat me like the man you want to share a room with?”
    “The second,” I said softly, my pride rebelling loudly.
    “Good. You’re bottoming tonight,” he announced before skating away.
    Okay, how the fuck had I just got ranked down to bottom? And why the hell was I so aroused by the thought?

Chapter Seven
     
    We barely made it into the hotel room. I’m so not shitting. This thing—this new, wild, incendiary, insane hot thing—was so overwhelming that Dan and I were on his freshly made bed, teeth grinding and hands grasping, before the door was closed tight. You’d think the 9-2 loss to the Wasps would have dulled our desire. Not a chance. Dan was all over me, trying to assert his dominance early. I was a gyration away from creaming my shorts. Even so, I fought him throughout. Clothes were ripped free then thrown aside. We jostled and wrestled, bare skin abrading against bare skin, cocks bumping, balls rubbing. I assaulted his mouth. He ravaged mine. Who knew what Buttonwood could hear, and who cared? I slapped a hand to Dan’s wrist in an attempt to flip him over onto his stomach. He arched upward. We landed on the floor in a heap.
    He chuckled, bit my shoulder, then manhandled me into a position he liked. I was kneeling on the floor, clawing at the bedding the upper half of my body lay on, trying to gain purchase. Then Arou laid his sweaty body over my back. His dick was like a white-hot iron poker fresh from the coals against my ass cheek. He reached between us. I shivered with anticipation despite the mild panic welling up inside. His mouth was beside my ear.
    “Relax,” he whispered, his accent thickening with passion. “Relax, Vic—let me love you. I’ll be gentle. It won’t hurt too badly, I promise.”
    I found myself believing him. It took every ounce of intestinal fortitude, or whatever you want to call it, for me to lie there, waiting for him to lube up to penetrate me. Giving people the power to hurt me is something I do not allow. Not since my fourteenth birthday.
    He was gentle. Maybe he could taste my unease. He should have been able to. It was oozing from my pores. He wanted me where I was. I consented. His fingers slowly eased into me. I allowed. He stretched and teased. I enjoyed. He asked. I begged. I came into my hand just as he entered me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me as spasm after spasm rattled through my body.
    I threw myself forward. Dan held on, going deeper with each of my convulsions. My orgasm rolled on and on. My knees were sore from the stiff carpeting. Dan had covered my mouth with