Twenty one

Winston's pov.

Orson lifted me like nothing, putting on the edge of the bed.

My ass out upper body on the bed, his hand wrapped around my neck from behind me as he slammed into me.

“Don't come yet, hold on” he said into my ear, he kept thrusting into me.

I couldn't even think, he said that a few minutes ago and still has let me come yet.

“You..ah…you said…fuck…Orson…slow down” I cried, trying stop him, he kept hitting my spot which is making it hard for me not come.

Orson grabbed my hands in one his, repositioned himself as he pushed my face into the bed as he kept thrusting into me.

He leaned down kissing my back, his movements were…he was close too.

“You can come now” He mumbled into my ear as he slammed against my g spot.

My eyes went wide open, a groan town through me as I shook with pleasure, hot seeds spilled out of me and I felt him come too.

My body slumped entirely on the bed, I was too weak to stand up even when Orson fell onto my back.

The air was thick with the smell of sex.

Orson rolled off me, I opened my eyes. He is on his back. 

The only thing Orson didn't do when we were f**king was kissing, he didn't listen when I said he shouldn't leave a mark.

My body aches from bite marks and sucking.

I let my eyes feed, gazing at his side profile.

He is handsome.

He has the most proportionate face in all hockey players, sharp jaw, straight nose…

He turned suddenly.

My mind went blank.

I should have looked away but I couldn't turn, so I shut my eyes.

I hear him chuckle, “What are you doing Crowley? Pretending to sleep?”

I felt his hot breath on my face, he is near.

“Open them” he commanded softly, I felt his hand stroke my hair.

I did as he said and met his green one, he had one if his stupid grin on his face.

“Are you shy now?” He questioned,

“No, I’m not” I defended, my cheeks warmed.

This is not the time to blush.

Orson didn't say anything, he stood up and I sat up.

My lower back was sore from our previous activities. I watched him dispose of the condom into the trash can.

“You should take a shower,” Orson said, turning to me.

I nodded, looking away.

I will go in after he is done.

“Are you coming?”

I heard Orson asked,

“Me?”

“Yes”

I stood up from the bed reluctantly and followed him into his bathroom.

It was very spacious, “The bathroom is nice” I commented.

“Uh uh” Orson said as he walked under the shower.

“Did you choose the design?”

“Nah…”

I was still glancing around the interior of the bathroom when Orson pulled me into the shower.

“You are starting to piss me off, You can gape at the interior design later” he said as he turned on the shower head.

The water fell over my head wetting my hair down to my body, so I moved away from the shower.

“That was not funny” I said, pushing my wet hair off my face.

He was smirking down at me, “I thought some water could help” he shrugged,

“Asshole” I mumbled, he grabbed a soap before stepping closer to me.

He turned me around before leathering the soap against my back, “How long have you and that Omega been friends?”

His hands rubbing against my back, his fingers grazing the curve of my back.

I couldn't concentrate on his question, Orson turned me around again, this time my back against the wall.

I was facing him.

“Hmm?” He hummed, reminding me of the question.

“Not long…” I said, pausing when his fingers skimmed around my nipples. “Ah…” 

“It's ridiculous if he thinks you're an alpha,” Orson let out a low laugh, I didn't miss the mockery in his voice.

I frowned, “Do not mock me” I hissed, pushing him away.

Orson stumbled back slightly, his annoying smirk didn't leave his face.

I glared at him before grabbing the shower head to rinse my body.

Why does he have to be an asshole?

I felt his heated gaze on my body and I turned around to look at him, mostly to glare at him.

I usually don't show my reaction to him on the ice but since we are together I couldn't help but let him know how assholeric he is.

He was looking at it with an unfamiliar expression.

“What are you doing?” I asked,

“Looking at you” he replied, “You're glaring” he stalked towards me. Leaning over me the water splash down on us.

“I like it”

Heat rushed up my neck to my face, something about the way he said it

made me blush.

But before I could say another word, a woman's voice shouted.

“Orson!!”