Rule #3: Never Fake Marry the Coach’s Son (Hockey Rules #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

D mitri

I am kissing Oskar. Oskar is in my arms, and I am kissing him. Ever since our first kiss in Las Vegas, I’ve been longing for just another moment like this.

Unlike in Vegas, no one is watching us, and our kiss is not constrained by how long it takes to dip him down and pull him back up. Tonight, I can kiss him for as long as I like.

And I really, really like that.

My heart patters happily. Maybe I’ve wanted to do this before Vegas on some level. Maybe there’s a reason I’ve always been drawn to this kind, cute man in my arms.

I clutch onto his waist, then lie down, so he is on top of me. I want him to feel safe, since this is new for him, a fact that still bewilders me.

God, Oskar could have anyone. He’s incredible. Oskar shouldn’t be sharing his firsts with me. I’m just a bumbling athlete. I’m someone who got bad grades at school all my life. I’m nothing without hockey, and soon I won’t have hockey.

But I have him in my arms now, and I’ll certainly enjoy every second. It’s different, but not unpleasant. Something hard presses against my belly. Something...pulsing. Something surprisingly...

I move my hands downward, feeling the outline of his member. It’s as I thought.

I pull away from Oskar. He stares at me, blinking bleary-eyed. His cheeks are pink, roughened from where my cheeks brushed against his. He’s beautiful.

And hiding something.

“Oskar... What is that?”

He blinks, and I gesture downward.

His cheeks pinken in that adorable, innocent manner. “My, um...” He swallows, then his gaze narrows. “You are familiar with male anatomy.”

“I see hockey players naked every day.”

“Men generally have these.” He presses his lips together. “But if it’s too strange—”

I clutch him closer to me before he can decide to scramble from my arms or something.

“Has anyone told you that you have a rather large piece of equipment there?”

He swallows hard, and I laugh.

“Oskar, you are very endowed.”

“Um, I guess?”

“You’re sort of tiny otherwise. I assumed you would be a bit compact there. But you’re not.”

His skin reddens. Maybe he’s not used to whole conversations about his cock.

“Let me see it,” I whisper.

“Um...”

“Please?” I whine. I move my hands over it again. His bulge is large. I didn’t imagine it.

“I guess I can show you.”

I clap my hands, and he rolls off me, startled.

“I’ll do the honors.” I unbuckle his pants, then decide to unbutton his shirt. I want a naked Oskar in my bed.

“You better get naked too,” he says.

“Fine.” I pull off my clothes quickly and toss them in the general direction of the hamper. I don’t think I reach it, because Oskar giggles.

“Hey, I’m not a football player.”

“Good thing.” He moves his gaze to me, and his eyes flare. His tongue wets his lower lip, and he’s just as adorable as ever.

God, I’m the first naked man he’s seen.

I like it.

I really like it.

My eyes fall to his cock. It sticks straight up against his belly. It’s large and long and indecent in every manner.

I chuckle. “That is humongous.”

“It’s not humongous.”

I fling myself back onto the bed and rearrange him so that I have an excellent view of his cock. His hard, leaking, throbbing cock.

“How many inches is that?”

“A reasonable amount?”

“No, Oskar, that is not a reasonable amount. You have all sorts of extra inches.”

“Maybe a few...”

I laugh.

“It just looks that way because I’m, um, smaller.”

I giggle. “You’re bigger than me.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Nope. No problem.” I fling myself beside him, then line our bodies up so that our cocks are touching. Heat moves through me at the feel of his body. I didn’t think just touching a cock would feel so good, but this is absolutely working for me. “We have to make sure we’re completely even.”

“You’re an expert?”

“Am expert in many things, Oskar. You know it.”

I move my fingers over our cocks, and he bites his lower lip.

“You can groan,” I say. “Feels good. Groaning is good.”

“Yeah?” He pants and looks so adorable that I kiss him all over again.

“Yeah.”

“Now you have to remeasure,” he says.

“Is my pleasure.” I run our cocks together from the base. “Two inches, Oskar. You’re two inches more than me. You must be eight inches long. Maybe more.”

“Eight and a half,” he says. “If I’m really hard.”

“I’ll get you really hard.” I move my fingers over his cock, feeling every ridge and vein. Pre-cum spills from the top, and I move the liquid over his cock, so it will make him feel good.

He gives me a strange look. “You don’t mind?”

I frown. “I like sex. And I have these same parts. And I like you. So, why should I mind?”

“I like women, but I don’t want to touch them like this.”

My frown deepens. Maybe I shouldn’t like this. But I don’t feel any repulsion or tentativeness. This is Oskar.

“It’s not a problem,” Oskar says softly.

“No?”

“I like it when you touch me.”

I smile into his big blue eyes, and all my body warms. Something tightens in my chest.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” I say, and the words come out more husky than I intend.

He blinks up at me in his trusting manner. “Me too.”

I eye his cock again. It truly is massive, whatever Oskar says. I definitely didn’t expect Oskar to have this. It’s definitely cool.

I move my fingers over the velvety length, feeling the way the blood pulses. It seems to grow harder, larger in my hand. Then I dip down and open my mouth...

Oskar realizes what I want to do at once.

“You don’t have to do that—”

But the next word he says is garbled, because my mouth is on his massive cock. I open my mouth wide, thankful I can fit the tip in. I wetten my mouth, because Oskar’s never experienced this before, and I want to give him an amazing blowjob.

If I’m going to introduce Oskar to sex, I want to make sure I give him the very best introduction.

After all, I’m his best friend. And I’m Dmitri.

This is going to be awesome.