Chapter 8 #2
“Yeah? Keep doing that. You can twist it too.” I dug the fingers of one hand into his muscled back, lost in the pleasure swirling inside me, the little sparks of sensation every time he touched my piercing.
As I pinched his nipple, he gasped, and his body went rigid. “Oh, fuck…” Twisting my piercing, he buried his face in my neck and panted, his cock pulsing against mine. “Coming, fuck.”
Flickers of heat tingled across my body, and I pressed achingly hard against him as my climax rushed to the edge.
“Coming too. Keep going. Don’t stop.” With a ragged moan, my cock spurted into the lace while his hot cum shot between us and landed against my dick.
The contractions went on, rolling through me in quick succession.
As they calmed, I leaned my head against his and fought to catch my breath and clear the haze from my brain. How had this happened so fast? He’d only just gotten here. My poor dog. What he witnessed every time this man stepped foot into the house. I giggled.
“What’s so funny?” he said against the skin of my neck, holding me close, his arms wrapped around my torso while my legs trapped his hips.
“I usually tuck Bean away inside his kennel when I have sex, but you keep surprising me.” I glanced toward Bean’s bed by the wall. It was empty. “He probably ran in there himself.”
“Damn, I forgot all about Bean.” He squeezed me and then rested a hand on my cheek as he pressed a lingering kiss on my lips.
As his gaze snuck to mine, he said, “I didn’t plan this.
I swear. I just, fuck, walked in and couldn’t keep my hands off you.
It’s like an obsession of mine now that I did it once.
” His gaze fell to our spent cocks, still resting against each other with blobs of cum, mine in lace.
“Where do you find underwear like that?” He skimmed his finger across my cock through the lace.
“Would you believe ? You can buy just about anything there.” I unhooked my ankles and dropped my legs. “Clean up?” I arched a brow. It would be easier since our clothes were off. Well, mostly.
“Yeah.” Grabbing me by my armpits, he hoisted me off the counter and then wet some paper towels. “Here.” He handed me some and then wiped himself off.
“Thanks.” I needed new underwear…or maybe I didn’t need any? It wouldn’t be the first time. I slid the briefs down my leg, swiped cum off my body, and then strolled to the laundry room off the kitchen and threw the underwear into the washing machine.
As I padded back into the kitchen, he placed his hand on my chest, stopping me. “Let me look at you.” He swayed his head, scanning across me. “You have a lot of tattoos.”
“I’m a rock star. I’m supposed to, aren’t I?” After giving him a smug grin, I said, “I thought hockey players had—” My gaze landed on a purplish bruise on the outside of his thigh, the size of an orange. “Holy fuck, what happened?” I bent over, dabbing it.
He hissed and winced. “Ow.”
“Oh, sorry.” With my jaw dropping, I straightened. How badly had I hurt him? “Can I get you something for that?”
Huffing a snicker, he said, “No, it doesn’t hurt.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Not too much. I got hit by the puck. It happens.” He twisted and then shimmied his briefs and jeans up his legs. “We’re getting dressed now, right?”
“Yes, unless you wanted to spend the rest of your time here naked.” Which I’d enjoy. I dragged my jeans up my legs, carefully tucking my bare cock inside them before fastening the fly.
“You…aren’t putting on a fresh pair of underwear?” He arched a brow, eyeing my groin.
“No.” I adjusted my cock to the side and then pulled my shirt over my head.
“Can I just…” He stepped close and cupped my balls, brushing his finger across my cock. “It’s sort of hot.”
With my brows snapping up, I said, “If you like it, I’ll never wear underwear again when you come over.” I grabbed his ass and squeezed, and then planted a hard kiss on his lips while my cock rallied. “If you keep that up, I’ll get hard again.”
“Maybe I want you hard again. And no, I like the lace.” He wrapped a hand around my nape and fondled my balls, while capturing my mouth in heated kisses.
My dick swelled inside my jeans. Did he want to go again? What about dinner? Oh hell…
Growling a sigh, he pulled away. “Sorry, I got carried away.” He bit the side of his lower lip.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” Choking out a laugh, he slapped both hands on the counter and hung his head.
“I seriously didn’t think this would happen as soon as I arrived.
I thought…fuck, I thought I’d have some self-control. ”
What was going on? “Hey, are you okay?” I hooked an arm around his hips and leaned against him, resting my chin on his shoulder. Maybe we’d gone too fast. I should have slowed things down. “Talk to me.”
With a sharp scoff, he said, “I’m okay. I’m fantastic. It’s never felt so…right to be around someone. So…” He glanced at me, and his gaze softened. “I can’t describe it.”
“Are you having second thoughts?” I brushed my fingers up and down his back. If these were his first experiences with a man, he had to be conflicted. “It’s okay to tell me.”
“Not when I’m with you.” He let out a long exhale and faced me, planting his hands on my shoulders. “I admit, I was a little freaked out when I left the other night. But I got over it.”
“You were?” Hell, he’d seemed so casual about everything. I nodded slowly. “Do you expect to be freaked out when you leave today?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe. When I’m here, it’s like a little bubble where we can do anything.
But then, when I leave, the weight of it hits me.
” He creased his brows and rested his hand on my cheek.
“It’s not you. It’s the playoffs, the expectations.
I’m under so much pressure.” He kissed me softly and then rested his forehead against mine.
“Maybe…maybe this is a respite from it, and when I leave, it slams me back in the face. If I’d met you after the season—”
“I know. Sometimes touring can be like that. Pressure to perform at your very best at every show.” I swallowed hard.
Was he rethinking what we were doing? I had to ask.
“Do you want to pause for a while? Until the playoffs are over?” My heart wrenched.
I’d think about him nonstop, but if it was better for him, I’d deal with it.
“Fuck no.” He kissed me again. “Didn’t you hear me?
You’re my reprieve from it all.” He wound his arms around my shoulders and hauled me into his chest. “I couldn’t stay away now even if I tried.
” He kissed my head. “I barely know you, but I can’t be without you.
” He held me tighter. “Shit, that sounded stalkerish. I mean—”
“I know what you mean. I feel it too.” There was something between us that didn’t happen every day. Maybe not even in every lifetime. When it was right, it hit like a freight train to the heart.
“I’m sorry I’m being so strange. It’s been a few long days.” He released me and offered a warm smile. “Can we check out the new equipment you bought?”
“Yeah, and maybe find Bean.” I glanced at the stove. I should start the lasagna. “Let me turn on the oven. I still have to cook dinner.”
He snatched my hand and kissed the back of it. “Thank you for being understanding and for making me dinner.”
“You’re welcome.” With my heart warming, I set the oven to the correct temperature. He was dealing with conflicting emotions right when his life dreams were coming true. Anyone would feel messed up.
Bean trotted into the house from the doggy door and stood next to me, panting, his tongue lolling out.
“There you are.” I crouched down and scratched his neck. “Did we scare you so much that you had to run outside?” I laughed. Thank God he did.
“This dog is so damn cute.” Bending over, he petted Bean on the head.
“Isn’t he?” I glanced at the temperature on the oven. It was almost hot enough. “I’ll place our food in the oven before we go into the exercise room.” I rose, grabbed the tray from the refrigerator and slid it into the oven.
“Why do you call him Bean?” Evan snatched a treat from Bean’s jar and held it up. “Sit, Bean.”
Focused on Evan, Bean lowered his ass to the floor.
“Good boy.” He held the treat in front of Bean’s nose, and Bean took it from him.
As warmth wrapped around my heart, I said, “His entire name is Mr. Beanbag.” I let out a soft snort.
“When I first brought him home, I had this beanbag chair in my studio. He loved humping the damn thing, so I called him Mr. Beanbag since the beanbag chair was his wife.” Holding the back of my hand to my mouth, I snickered.
“He eventually chewed through it, so I had to throw it away.”
“Are you serious? That’s hilarious.” He released a quick laugh. “What does he hump now?”
“The throw pillows on my couch when he gets a chance, but I keep them away from him.” I grasped his hand and pulled him toward the hallway.
“They’re filled with feathers, and if he chewed through them, it would be a colossal mess.
The beanbag was bad enough.” Did Evan realize the fastest way into my heart was to adore my dog?
As we passed the closed door of the studio, he said, “Have you cleaned up your studio yet? I’d love to see it sometime.”
My gut stitched. I wasn’t ready. Letting him in there would be like letting him see into my soul.
“No, I was working with Drew until four this morning. It’s not in any shape for guests.
” I hauled him into the exercise room and pointed at the ball.
“Here you are. Now show me what I can do with this.”
He circled the ball and then rolled it into the center of the room.
“Oh, so many things.” He scratched his chin.
“First, let’s do some basic crunches.” After sitting on the ball, he stepped out, rolling it to his lower back.
“See, when you do core work on this, it’s more intense.
” With his arms straightened in front of him, he lifted his upper half, almost sitting up on the ball again.
Damn, he was in great shape. But then, he was an elite athlete. It was his job. “Okay. Let me try it.” I sat on the ball and rolled it to my lower back. “Like this?”
“Yeah.” He dropped to his knees beside me. “It’s easiest with your arms extended in front of you, but as you get better, you can tuck your arms behind your head. Like doing crunches on the floor.” He spread his hand on my stomach. “Go ahead.”
With a glance at him, I lifted and lowered. Hell, I could only move a few inches. How the hell had he lifted so far? “Like this?” I did a few more reps, and my stomach muscles burned.
“Yeah, that’s it. Feel your abs working?” He tucked a hand behind my shoulder blades and gave me a gentle push. “Try to go higher.”
“I am, but I’m not used to it.” I stopped and rolled sideways off the ball. Hell, I couldn’t dismount it any other way.
With a choked laugh, his eyes twinkled. “You should do this every day, and it’ll get easier.” He crawled to me as I sat on the floor with my legs spread.
“I suck at this, don’t I?” Hell, maybe I should have hired a trainer between tours. I slumped and picked at the Berber carpeting on the floor.
“Hey, keep at it and you won’t suck for long.” He sat with tucked legs between my thighs and then grabbed my cheeks, forcing my gaze to his. “If you do this every day along with some other things I’ll show you, I promise your back pain will lessen.”
“And if it doesn’t?” I focused on his plump lips and then his stunning blue eyes under the dark bangs. I wasn’t good at keeping a routine going. How could this become part of my daily routine?
“It will.” Leaning in, he pressed a drawn-out kiss on my lips. “Trust me, Ronan.”
My eyes widened. Did his words extend beyond the exercises? No, don’t be silly. “Okay.” I’d find a way.
“Great, let me show you some additional things.” He stood and helped me up.