Breakaway for Love (Hockey & Love #1)

8. Unexpected

8

UNEXPECTED

Nico

I jolt awake.

I’m hot. Unbelievably hot. And, for a moment, I’m completely disoriented.

Where am I? Why do I feel so suffocated?

My eyes blink slowly and I begin to take in my surroundings. I’m in my small, boring hotel room, and lying draped across me is … Daniel!

Images of last night flash back into my head. How I tried to take control, but Miller immediately wrestled it from me. How I gave him a blowjob. How he brought me to climax and back again so many times — playing me like a fiddle. How he touched me in places I’d never been touched and how much I enjoyed it. How I begged him to continue jerking me off long after we’d already come.

Heat rises to my face. The weight of embarrassment is crushing. How could I let this happen? How could I let Daniel Miller, of all people, see me like this?

If my father knew …

A derisive huff escapes my lips. My father would freak out if he knew I’d gone to bed with any man; the fact that man is Daniel Miller would give him a heart attack.

But seriously, how could I let that happen?

So what if Daniel’s offer of a few weeks of hot sex was a super turn-on? Normally, I’d have much better control of myself than to cave at a casual sexual advance from another guy. And especially, since the sexual advances came from a member of the family with whom my own has been fighting for generations.

My cheeks are burning up and my heartbeat is so fast it feels it’s about to pop. I don’t seem to be able to get enough air into my lungs either — that may have something to do with Miller lying on me, though.

You know very well that's not the problem, my little angel says gently, but I ignore it.

How come we both ended up asleep in my bed? The last thing I remember is a sloppy kiss after Daniel eventually stopped spanking our cocks like a mad thing. My mind’s a blank after that. I must have fallen asleep the moment my head touched my pillow.

So, why didn't he leave? Isn't that usual after a one-night stand? Except I’m not totally sure this was a one-night stand. Daniel said he wanted to have fun with me over the next few weeks. Does having fun mean sharing a bed for the night after we’ve fucked?

I freeze when Daniel suddenly mumbles something. Does he talk in his sleep? Maybe I do, for that matter. Who knows? But surely if I did, one of my AHL teammates would have said something. Especially since we sometimes have to share rooms for away games. A wave of relief flows through me, but it doesn’t last long. Daniel chuckles softly and then snuggles even closer to me.

My throat tightens.

I can't do this!

I have to get out of here!

I slide out of bed, and although this action means Daniel is dumped unceremoniously onto the bed, he only mumbles discontentedly and curls up around my pillow without waking.

I grab a T-shirt and a pair of track pants out of the closet and slip them on. Less than a minute later, my room door is locking quietly behind me and I’m standing in the dimly lit hallway, feeling lost.

What now? I’ve just left my room, my sanctuary, my retreat. Where can I go now?

My first thought is to go outside, but I have no desire to risk hypothermia again. And I don't trust myself at the moment. If yesterday proved anything, it was that I can't think straight with Daniel dominating all my thoughts.

The gym is the next location to spring to mind. Exercise always helps clear my head, and glad to finally have a plan, I set off.

As I pass a window, I see it’s pitch black outside. I haven't the faintest idea what time it is, and since I left my phone in my room, I have no way of finding out. Not that it matters, exactly.

Once in the gym, I head straight for the weights, and it doesn't take long before I've worked up a sweat. My body aches at what I put it through in the middle of the night. My mind, though, eventually calms.

I don't know how long I’ve been pushing my body to its limit when the glass door to the gym opens.

Another poor soul who can't sleep? I wonder before looking up at the mirror in front of my weight’s bench.

When I do, the dumbbells almost fall out of my hands. Reflected there, I find Daniel staring at me with an unreadable expression. What’s he doing here? Before I can make a decision about what to do, he crosses the room, takes the weights from me, and sits cross-legged in front of me on the blue gym mat. I stand there, lost.

What does he want? And what should I do now? These questions echo through my head, but an answer doesn’t come.

"Are you okay?" asks Daniel. His voice sounds soft and almost pitying.

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's when someone feels sorry for me. I’m a grown man. I don't need pity. I can handle anything myself!

"Of course!" I answer aggressively and fold my arms protectively across my chest.

Daniel examines me for a moment, then he continues speaking just as softly as before. "It's four o'clock in the morning."

Oh.

Is it really? I suppose a trip to the gym at this time in the morning would look a bit weird. But my thoughts are racing and I can’t think of a likely explanation. What should I say? Do I have to say anything? It’s not as if I need to explain myself to Miller.

Before I say anything, he stretches out his arm towards me, and instinctively, I take a step back. His hand flops back down to his side, hurt written all over his face.

"Come back to bed." His voice is no longer soft, it’s gone kind of toneless as if he has given up hope, and my heart tightens. I didn't want to hurt him.

But can I go back to my room with him?

I don't know how to say yes to him, but then I don't know how to say no either. I’m trapped in a hell of indecision.

What am I going to do? I think wistfully.

My whole life seems to condense into a vortex of questions. Questions I’m not capable of answering.

Daniel shakes his head — not as if he wants to say no, but as if to shake something off. What would he be trying to shake out of his mind?

Me? Oh god, I hope not.

"Okay," Daniel jumps up from the mat. He’s clearly made a decision. "What do you want to do?"

I stare at him uncomprehendingly.

Does he want to train with me? In the middle of the night? He’s the one who just told it’s 4:00 a.m.!

Now I’m the one shaking my head, although this time the gesture really does mean no. Miller looks at me with his head tilted and his eyebrows drawn together. I’m an enigma, I get it! If I can't understand myself, he doesn’t stand a chance!

"Let's go to bed," my voice sounds rough. Then I hesitate. Is that the right thing to do?

Somewhere inside me, I find a tiny spark of courage to reach out and offer him my hand. Unlike me, Daniel doesn't hesitate for a second. With a smile so radiant that I don't regret offering him my hand, he grabs it.

Groaning, I grope around on my nightstand. The alarm clock on my phone is so damn loud!

Without second-guessing it, I brought Daniel back to my room. Then he peeled me out of my clothes, lovingly tucked me in, and snuggled up behind me. It was wonderful and strange at the same time. No one had ever treated me so tenderly before.

Although both our cocks were rock hard from being so close and naked together, nothing happened. We were probably both too exhausted from the night's events — the game, the party, the sex, the workout at an ungodly hour... It was kind of a shame, but at the same time, it was incredible to fall asleep cuddled in another man's arms.

My hand must have caught the screen because silence suddenly returns to the room. Daniel sighs contentedly and pulls me tighter against him. He’s pressing his morning wood teasingly against my ass, and it’s giving me ideas.

Ideas I might have been too exhausted last night to put to use, but now ...

I tilt my hips back a little so Daniel’s cock slides into my crack. I’m being bold. Not even twenty-four hours ago I’d never have dared to do that, but Daniel’s so relaxed about the whole thing, I’m feeling daring. He even did a little butt stuff last night so maybe it's not so wrong to chase that feeling after all ...

"Hello! Hello!" A voice is echoing tinnily through the room.

What the hell is that?

"Helloooo?!"

I know that voice. But how come I’m hearing it now? Then my brain clicks into gear. Maybe it wasn’t the alarm on my cell just now. Maybe I accepted a phone call?

Oh god! No, please no!

I jump out of bed in a panic and stare at my cell screen on the nightstand. The display shows the caller’s name clearly. It’s Vincent.

Damn!

Breathlessly, I stare back and forth between my cell and the man in my bed, and it's clear that Daniel finds the whole situation incredibly funny. While my stomach is churning, he’s reclining in bed grinning broadly and biting his lower lip to stop himself laughing. I could smack him!

"Hello, Nico!" the voice echoes through my room.

I snatch it up and say, "Vincent?"

My voice sounds breathless, and I’m suddenly terrified of what my best friend might think. There’s a short pause before he replies and time stands still. Daniel is lying on my bed, amused, and wonderfully disheveled. I’m standing next to the bed stark naked with my cell phone next to my ear, and the way I'm holding it, you'd think it was about to bite me. And then there's Vincent on the other end of the line, thinking god knows what. If it wasn't all so embarrassing, I'd laugh.

How did I get myself into this situation?

"Am I interrupting something?" asks Vincent. I can't place his tone. He sounds cautious, but also slightly amused.

Oh god, has he guessed what I’ve been up to?

I should reply but Daniel stands up at that point, and all I’m capable of is letting out a surprised gasp. An sixteen-stone sexy guy who’s completely uninhibited will have that effect! The fact that his cock is rock hard is difficult to ignore, too. He looks mouthwatering.

"I'll call again later!" I hear Vincent's say, and this time I can hear his laughter clearly.

"No, no!" I say hastily. "You're not disturbing me at all!"

"Are you sure?" Why do I feel like he's laughing at me even more?

The next moment my breath catches in my throat. Daniel is walking towards me as naked as the day he was born and then plants a quick kiss on my cheek.

"See you at breakfast," he breathes into my ear before pulling his pants and shirt on.

A shiver runs through my body despite there being nothing particularly erotic about what he said. Since when has the word breakfast ever excited me? I’m in so much trouble.

When the door slams behind him, I collapse onto the bed with a groan. Now there’s no doubt that my best friend is having fun at my expense. The laughter coming over the line is loud and clear.

"I hate you!" I mutter, which only makes him laugh even more.

"You're the one who answered the phone during sex," he replies without any apology in his voice, adding, "Rookie mistake."

I swallow at those words . I can’t deny that I’m a total beginner when it comes to sex. But despite that, I think I did pretty well last night … if you disregard my little panic attack in the middle of the night.

Shit! I groan loudly.

"Have you even finished yet?" Vincent asks with a laugh, but then his voice suddenly turns serious: "Is everything okay?"

"Yes ... No ... I don't know," I groan again. My verbal range isn’t particularly broad today.

"Did he do something you didn't want him to do?" Vincent sounds angry now.

My breath catches in my throat, then tears gather in the corners of my eyes. He’s got it totally wrong, but it feels so incredibly good to know someone cares about me. Cares about me enough to sound like he’d fight for me if necessary.

"No!" I assure him.

And then the words just pour out of me. I tell Vincent what happened at the party after he’d gone home. I tell him how Daniel came to my room, what he suggested, and how I said yes. Was I planning on sharing this with my best friend? Of course not. I'm usually a very private guy, even with the people closest to me, but I'm so confused that’s it’s great to have someone to talk to.

Maybe you should talk to Daniel about all this, too, the little angel on my shoulder whispers. The little devil on the other side just wrinkles his nose.

I know in my heart that I should talk to Daniel, but I’ve no idea how to start, so I continue to pour out my soul to my best friend.

I tell Vincent about the incredible sex we had. Not every detail, but enough to reassure him how considerate Daniel was. I don't even keep my early morning jail break to myself, or how much I enjoyed spending the rest of the night snuggled up to Daniel.

When I finish, there’s silence. I expect Vincent is a little overwhelmed. I probably haven't talked this much in our last ten phone calls combined.

"Okay," he finally says, stretching out the vowels. "Let me see if I've got this right. You had sex with Miller last night and it was the first time you've ever had sex."

Oh, my god! I was so desperate to talk that I’ve said way too much! But now it's too late. My best friend knows I was still a virgin in my mid-twenties ... or still am, I suppose, because we haven't done the unspeakable thing yet. My heart is threatening to leap out of my chest. I put my head between my knees and try to breathe calmly.

"And now you’re panicking, right?" he then states matter-of-factly.

"Yes ... no ..."

Geez! I’m usually a person who speaks confidently even when I’m around important people. I've never had trouble expressing myself before. My father has trained me, ever since I can remember, that I’m representing our family in those situations.

But this is not about our family. This is about me. And it’s not a part of me that my family, especially my father, would ever accept. If I continue with Daniel’s proposition, I could lose everything.

Panic is overwhelming me, and my vision is starting to go black. I feel suffocated.

"Nico!" Vincent's voice reaches my ear as if from a distance. "Breathe. In and out. In and out. Slowly."

That's right, I should be doing that ... breathing.

It takes me a few minutes, but I manage to keep a blackout at bay. My breathing becomes more regular, and Vincent sighs in relief.

He says softly, "So it's more than just a one-night stand."

My brain feels like it’s wrapped in cotton wool, so it takes me a while to process the implications of Vincent's words. Startled, I sit up. How does he know that? It's definitely more than a one-night stand. Daniel has made it clear from the beginning that he wants a few weeks of fun, but I know Vincent didn't mean that. Somehow Vincent has sensed that Daniel’s tousled hair and cheeky smile have made their way into my heart.

The last phone call I had with Vincent comes to mind, when he said, "In school, you two were very … aware of each other. You always knew what Miller was doing. Where he was. And he was the same. You were like two magnets that couldn't help but be drawn together."

Is he right? Was there more between us than we wanted to admit back then? If my best friend’s right, this thing with Daniel isn’t just a spur of the moment decision. It’s been in the making for a long time. Something inevitable.

The only problem is …

Can I handle it?

Can I live with it?

What am I going to do? My mind sings with panic.

Vincent's voice snaps me out of my thought spiral. "I'm happy for you, man! You deserve to find love."

Love?

Daniel

I’m in such a good mood when I sit down at the breakfast table with Gabriel that he looks at me cautiously. I lift my eyebrow in question. What’s got into him?

"Coach has announced the room assignments for Beijing," he begins nervously.

Oh, yeah! The Olympic village never gives athletes the luxury of a single room, but I’d forgotten all about it. I bite my lower lip in frustration. What an idiot. If I’d remembered I could have done something about it.

There’s very little chance that anyone would put Nico and me together. Everyone in Terengia knows the history between our two families. But if Nico and I don't share a room, it’ll be difficult to carry on what we started last night. And that would be a shame. No, way worse than that — it would be a tragedy of epic proportions.

"So, you and me?" I ask, trying hard to keep my smile intact, as if I don't mind sharing a room with Gabriel as we usually do, even though my heart is beating wildly.

"No, he put me with Konstantin this time," Gabriel says in a tense voice. Although I'm not sure he’s tense because he’s sharing a room with our goalie. They’ve been good friends for years.

My heart beats a little faster … I hardly dare hope.

"So … who did I get?" I prompt Gabriel when he stays silent.

"Hovenberg," he says, looking like he's the harbinger of doom.

I'm struggling to keep my expression neutral while inside I feel like I’ve won the lottery. This couldn’t be better! No sneaking around and no stupid questions from the team if they catch one of us going into the other's room.

I take a sip of the delicious latte that the waitress has just placed on the table without asking for my order. Sometimes being famous has its advantages ...

Gabriel is watching my every move, trying to read how I feel. So I shrug and calmly place my drink back down on the table.

"He’s not that bad after all," I say breezily.

Gabriel scrutinizes me before saying skeptically, "If you say so."

I shrug again. His tone sounds unsure, which is strange because out of everyone here, he seems to get along best with Nico. But I can’t dwell on it for too long because right then the door opens and the guy we’ve just been talking about — and who I’ve had on my mind for days — is scanning the room, a frown on his face.

Memories of last night flood back into my mind. Images of the fantastic sex we had jostle with one of him bolting from his room in the middle of the night, then his reluctance to take my hand in the gym but eventually holding his out to me, and only this morning, him stammering on the phone just because I was standing naked in front of him.

He’s so hard to read!

As much as I enjoy being with him, I don't know where we stand. I know I was the one to label our relationship as "having fun," but even that seems a challenge for Nico.

How will he react when he finds out we’re going to be official roommates?

On the trip over to Beijing, I only manage to grab a few minutes’ sleep on the plane. So, by the time Nico and I get to our room, I’m tired and grumpy.

As soon as the door is closed, Nico laughs openly in my face. "So you're the kind of guy who gets grumpy when they haven't had enough sleep?"

What kind of question is that? Who doesn't get grumpy after pulling an all-nighter? Besides, I feel all sweaty and smell funky. Right now, I hate everything and everyone. Nico laughs even harder as I merely scowl at him.

Why is he in such a good mood? I have no idea when, how, or from whom he found out that we’re sharing, or how he reacted to it, but for now at least he seems to be handling the whole situation well.

"Poor baby!" he teases me. The fact that he takes me in his arms and plants a tender kiss on my temple takes the edge off the insult.

I exhale deeply and some tension leaves my body. I’m not sure if calling me a baby was actually just meant to annoy me or if it’s a term of endearment, but at the moment, I don't want to admit how much I’d like the latter to be true.

"Shall we take a shower?" he asks.

The way he’s shifting his hips tells me that not everything about him is relaxed, and my mood improves instantly.

"Okay," I grumble. Nico doesn't need to know how much of an effect he has on me.

I turn, and with Nico’s arm still on my shoulder, I take in the room that will be our home for the next three weeks. It’s narrow with two wide beds covered with cozy-looking bedding against one wall and that are separated by a small nightstand. Directly above the beds hang two prints of, what looks like, Chinese landscapes.

There’s only one window which has a surprisingly large potted plant on one side and an armchair on the other.

To our right is another narrow door, presumably to the bathroom. I release myself from Nico's arm and open the door. The bathroom is tiny. There’s barely enough room to shower alone, so there’s no chance we’ll be able to scrub each other's backs — or do anything else ...

My mood sinks below zero, but Nico is chuckling again. Where has this good mood come from? Normally, he's the aloof one who keeps his cards to his chest. He’s the grumpy one, not me. Our sudden role reversal is almost uncanny.

"Go take a shower, Mr. Grump," Nico says, pushing me into the bathroom. "After that, I'm going to have you." The look he gives me is so sizzling, I can feel my blood begin to boil.

I slip into the tiny room, and luckily, there’s a soap dispenser in the shower because I haven’t the energy to rummage in my suitcase for my toilet bag. The soap smells flowery, not really my cup of tea at all, but I don’t care.

A few minutes later, I'm standing stark naked but clean in the middle of our room. To my great disappointment, Nico is still fully dressed. He winks before he pushes past me into the bathroom with his Prada toiletry bag.

"You promised to jump me!" I call after him gruffly.

The only answer I get is the click of the bathroom door locking. Bummer! Does he want me, or has my bad mood got on his nerves too much? I hear the shower being turned on and an idea springs to mind.

He’s given me enough time for a little remodeling. I move the nightstand aside and push the beds together. The resulting double bed is huge, and I grin contentedly. As I move the nightstand toward the window, I have another idea — one that requires the gray-blue armchair. And it looks like my idea has come just in time because I hear the shower stop.

Two strides later, I’m back across the room and leaning casually against the wall opposite the bathroom door. When it opens, I take in the view. Nico is standing with one of the large white hotel towels wrapped around his hips and a smaller one wrapped around his hair, water still running down his chest. He must be impatient if he couldn’t wait to dry himself off completely. Was he in a hurry to get back to me?

Rather than asking him, I pull him close and kiss him with everything I have. Being with him like this feels so good that my cock gets stiff so quickly it hurts. Nico seems to have a similar problem if the tent in his towel is anything to go by. I ignore it for now. At the moment, I only want one thing — my tongue in Nico's mouth.

The wild dance of our tongues makes breathing difficult too soon for my liking, but I don’t let him catch a breath. This kiss is so dominating, so demanding, that my whole body tingles with excitement. I can hardly wait to see what we get up to next.

The sounds Nico is making makes me pull him even closer. He’s so fucking sexy! When he starts whimpering, I maneuver him across the narrow room, but how we reach the chair without bumping into anything, I’ll never know.

Nico gasps in surprise when I push him down onto the chair, but his pupils are dilated and he stares up at me from under half-closed lids. He looks almost delirious. His normally pale cheeks are flushed and his lips are swollen. Nico has a classic Terengian look with his light skin and angular, masculine features, but in my eyes, he’s never looked more handsome than he does at this moment.

I drop to my knees in front of him, and his eyes lazily follow my every move. He seems consumed by lust — and that's a good thing! When I ease his still damp knees apart, he moans loudly and slides his butt further to the edge of the chair so he can spread his legs even wider.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for all day. Unwrapping this sexy guy like a gift. His erect cock makes the bath towel around his hips bulge obscenely. My hands tremble with anticipation as they move to Nico's narrow hips where the towel is tucked. Deliberately slowly, I pull the right tuck out then flick it to the side exposing one muscled thigh. I lick my lips, hardly able to hold myself back. I have to force myself to go slow.

My hand slides along the upper edge of the towel that’s still lying across Nico's slender belly. His muscles twitch under the skin as my fingers linger there. I hear a whimper, and I’m not sure if it's coming from him or me.

Eventually, I reach the end of the cloth and take it between my fingers. I pause for a moment, letting the tension grow. Then I lift my eyes. The look Nico gives me is pure desire, and my throaty growl says more than a thousand words. This man drives me crazy.

My gaze slides down his body again, and I lick my lips before flicking the towel completely aside. Nico's perfect cock jumps free. My mouth is watering so much I’m forced to swallow. I can hardly wait to get started!

Nico

My brain feels like chewing gum. I’ve lost the ability to think! My whole being is only focused on Daniel, craving his touch, his sounds, his scent. Everything about this man attracts me. When he looks at me like this, and touches me like that, I forget everything. There’s only one thought in my head: More!

Daniel's pupils widen as he looks at my cock. It twitches under his intense gaze. I’ve never felt so desired, and it’s intoxicating. Then his hands glide reverently down from my hips to my feet and goosebumps rise all over my skin from the tenderness of his touch. I don’t want this to ever stop, and yet I’m desperate for him to work his magic on my painfully stiff cock. But Daniel’s ignoring my prick for now. His hands close tightly around my ankles. Then he pulls my right leg up. I have no idea what he’s planning but I let him guide me anyway.

He lifts my leg up and out to the side, resting it on the armrest of the comfortable chair. Before I know it, he’s done the same with my other leg. Then Daniel's hands detach from ankles but only so he can gently run the tips of his fingers along the now exposed and tender flesh of my inner thighs.

My back arches and I’m sure my legs are starting to shake. I feel hot and cold. But then I freeze because one thought has lodged in my head: I’m exposed. Not only are the insides of my thighs now wide open for Daniel to see, but he can see everything . Literally everything!

“You look so damn sexy,” Daniel growls. “I want to lick you all over.”

A shiver runs through me — the lust in his voice is palpable. Just the thought of his mouth exploring me so intimately …

“Yes, please!” I whisper excitedly.

The words have barely left my mouth when Daniel swallows my whole length, until his nose nestles into my pubic hair and I can feel his throat contract around my glans.

Shit! This tightness! This heat!

Without warning my orgasm threatens to crash over me, but before it can Daniel grabs my balls and pulls them slightly apart. The discomfort makes me cry out and a tingling pain runs through me. It's just enough to avert my climax, and yet somehow makes me even hornier. How does this guy know so many wicked moves?

My slick cock slips out of Daniel's mouth, and he licks his lips, before saying, "Hmmm, you taste so good!"

His eyes are burning with desire! I’d never have thought that a man could enjoy giving me a blowjob. And I'm don’t mean Daniel in particular. Although, the fact that he likes it so much ...

"More!" I demand. My voice is surprisingly firm and I almost sound back to my old self-assurance. I’m amazed that I’m capable of making demands in the state I'm in right now ...

Daniel's grin gets even wider. Does he like my confident tone? But before I can test out my new theory, he sucks my cock into his mouth again. Thought has no place here.

This time Daniel seems intent on playing with the tip. He sucks it, nibbles gently around the sensitive edge, and explores every inch with his tongue. I squirm and moan, completely lost in the sensations. My whole being is focused on Daniel’s unspeakably erotic mouth and what he’s doing to me.

My tip slips out of his mouth and he trails his tongue down the entire length of my shaft as if it were a popsicle. The tremor that runs through my body is so strong that my legs almost slip off the armrests.

My legs.

Daniel.

The whole of me exposed.

My heart beats faster for a moment, but when Daniel sucks one of my balls into his mouth, I couldn’t care less what I look like. Let him see everything! Just as long as he doesn't stop doing what he’s doing. Then his tongue slides lower and he licks the soft skin behind my balls and my mind jolts.

Is he crazy?

His tongue slides lower and lower, and my breath catches in my throat.

He wouldn’t ...

But then his tongue slides over my hole and my body stiffens. My hands claw helplessly into the armrests. For a moment, I’m concerned for him. How can he want this? Should I stop him? But when Daniel's tongue runs over my rim again, my tension ebbs. I can't ignore how good it feels.

My skin tingles and it feels like this little spot has a direct line to all my erogenous zones. My nipples are rock hard, my cock is oozing precome, and my balls are zinging pleasantly. It feels amazing.

And I do want more. No matter how embarrassed I am, no matter how long I’ve denied touching myself there, this is the best I've ever felt. Even if I could never say it out loud.

Daniel rubs the tip of his nose over my hidden entrance.

"Are you okay with anal play?" he asks.

Yesterday, he played with my asshole quite naturally. Is it really that simple? Doesn’t he find it unpleasant?

Daniel lifts his head and I gasp in surprise. His eyes leave no doubt that he’s enjoying it — he looks downright wicked. His hair is even more tousled than usual, his pupils are dilated, and his lips are full and red. There’s a dusting of stubble on his cheeks and it’s the first time I’ve seen him anything other than freshly shaven. This must be his travelworn look.

Then Daniel takes me somewhere new. While he waits for me to answer, he gently glides his cheeks over the sensitive area where my thighs merge into my ass. And it’s awesome! My mouth opens for the kind of shout that would echo round the whole Olympic Village, but no sound comes.

When I don't reply directly, Daniel licks down my balls again but stops himself from going further down.

Why is he stopping? Is he waiting for me to give him permission?

"Too bad," he says, confirming my suspicions. "I love oral — my tongue enjoys going everywhere and especially here." He eyes my most hidden area. His tongue darts out again as if he can't hold himself back, but it doesn’t touch me.

“Yes. Please,” I blurt out.

I immediately get my reward for being brave. At first Daniel’s tongue licks one more time over my little hole but then the feeling is different. Instead of sliding his tongue across my hole, he presses the tip against it demandingly. The scream that was silent only a few seconds ago bursts from me now.

It feels so incredibly horny and so forbidden all at once that a completely unexpected confession spills from my lips, "I’ve never ..."

Oh, my god! Did I really say that out loud?

Heat rises to my face, and for a second time, I’m suddenly conscious of what I must look like. I'm lying on a recliner with my face a bright red, buck naked, my legs spread and the tongue of my arch enemy pushing into my ass.

"Did you like that?" asks Daniel. His voice sounds curious and not at all like he's teasing me for my inexperience.

Yes!

No!

I don't know!

"If you do, I’ll just use my tongue, if you like," Daniel suggests.

"Yes, please!" My words are more a plea than an answer, but Daniel doesn’t need more.

His tongue licks over every inch of the tight skin around my hole. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

You’re allowed to enjoy this just as much as Daniel, I repeat over and over in my head.

Eventually, my body seems to process my mantra, and I relax into it. Unexpected waves of excitement course through me. I suspected this little spot had a direct line to my erogenous zones, but now it’s clear that it’s the epicenter. Everything contracts to that tiny area I’ve denied myself for so long.

A fresh sensation makes my upper body arch as if electrified. Daniel's tongue has slipped inside me for the first time. I knew it was coming, but now it’s happening …

Breathing heavily, I sink back into the chair and surrender myself to this new experience. It feels strange, but so damn good! So good that I don't have time to worry. So good that I can't work myself up into recriminating myself for loving it. So good that I simply don't think. I just am. And it’s such a relief!

My body is taken over by Daniel's wonderfully wicked tongue. I luxuriate in the feeling of it pushing into my body again and again. It’s glorious. Flashes of pleasure race through me — everything tingles. I feel more alive than ever before.

Daniel keeps his promise and does no more than penetrate my hole with his tongue. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad about it, but I don’t dare ask for more, even though I’d take everything now, his fingers, his cock, my huge dildo ...

When Daniel's tongue enters me again, I’m so relaxed and my ring is so soft that his tongue doesn’t immediately slide out. We both moan loudly, and then I’m lost for words. Daniel starts fucking me with his tongue. He doesn't pull out any more, but pushes further inside me with each thrust.

Space and time mean nothing to me and I feel as if I am floating. My fingers, braced under my legs, claw into the armrests of the chair. But it’s like reality has fled and I’m nothing but the sensations I’m feeling. The electric shocks that emanate from Daniel’s tongue spread through my body.

My climax erupts over me without warning. There’s none of the usual buildup — the way pleasure contracts until it’s no longer bearable and I let myself to come — this time, one moment I'm floating in a sea of abject lust, the next I’m spouting like a fountain.

A scream rips out of me as I squirt so hard a blob of semen lands on my chin. And it doesn't stop. Daniel's incredible tongue makes me come twice more, and I'm not the only one. Moaning loudly, Daniel shoots his load onto the floor, while I hang in the armchair exhausted and trembling with spent lust.

What did I do to deserve this?