Breakaway

16. Pope

Chapter 16

Pope

The reality of a naked Hayden Wallace is technicolor compared to the black and white of my fantasies. I come to this realization in the shower, having all the time in the world to study him as he forces me to stand back and just watch while he soaps himself up. For one thing, the man has been hiding an extremely toned body under all of his fancy clothes. One with sculpted shoulders and perfectly rounded pecs and a motherfucking four-pack with a deep dip between them and a slightly outie belly button and narrow hips cut with the V shape that most cover models aspire for, all sparsely dusted with the same black, tightly curled hairs that are on his head. Add in the prominent veins on each of his biceps and his forearms, the thick muscles of his thighs, and the way his skin darkens around his knee caps— how that’s even sexy, I have no fucking idea, but it is— and I’m a fucking goner.

It’s nearly impossible to go wait for him on the bed like he ordered. I’m shaking with adrenaline and need by the time he finally appears, the lamplight from the bedside table casting shadows onto him. In the soft glow, he looks almost ethereal. My chest aches at the sight. Goddamn, he’s beautiful.

I lick my lips, my eyes unable to decide where they want to rest first. There’s just so fucking much to enjoy. Then the nerves kick in and I find my gaze darting to his. He reaches down, resting a hand on my ankle and stroking the bone with his thumb. The touch steadies me, the same way it had earlier when he’d put a hand to my chest. I breathe just like he told me to then.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice hoarse and low.

I nearly laugh. “You have no fucking idea.”

“I have a feeling I do.” His smile is slow-growing and full of filthy promises. “What should I do with you, hm? What would you like?”

My cock throbs. I quickly wrap my hand around the root of it, trying to relieve the ache. It makes things worse though because it draws Hayden’s eyes there and having his eyes on it… fuck .

He covers my hand with his before gently removing it. I remember what he said before, about being dominant. This feels very much like that as he presses my hand against the sheets in a silent order to keep it there. I shiver beneath the weight of his control, my cock throbbing even worse than before.

“Oh, that’s right,” he says with a slow smile. “I already know what I’ll do with you. We agreed, didn’t we?”

“D-did we?” I ask, my brain feeling a little empty at the moment.

“I’m going to touch every inch of you,” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed and settling one knee between my parted legs. I can feel the coarse hair of his thigh against mine. “You said I could, remember?”

I inch my legs closer to his knee, needing something. Anything. Just needing more . “I remember.”

“Are you still okay with that?”

I nod vehemently. “Yes. Please.”

“Suppose I should get started then.” He leans forward, touching his fingertips to my left temple. “There’s a lot of you to touch, after all.”

“You could skip some parts, for now,” I try, shifting my hips just enough to make my point clear. “Please?”

“Mm, I like that.”

“W-what?”

“You begging.” His smirk is downright evil then. I whimper at the sight of it, shivers running through me as he starts trailing his fingers over my face. There’s something obscene about them passing across my lips. Something romantic, too. It fucks up my head. My chest. My cock. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll get lots of practice begging for me.”

I arch into his touch as it passes down my throat, not even sure what I’m trying to accomplish. “ Please .”

“See?” he asks, but his amusement is slowly fading into something lower, something darker. “Keep that up. I like to hear it.”

His fingers are on my chest now. They stroke over the curves of my pecs before dipping between them. My stomach muscles tighten, preparing for his touch on them, but he surprises me by moving up again, fingertips passing over the nub of my left nipple. I twitch the moment they make contact. Then twitch some more when he does it again.

“Sensitive?”

“Didn’t think so,” I say with a breathless laugh. “But apparently, yeah.”

“How does this feel, then?”

I assume he’s going to touch the other one, testing to see if it’s as sensitive.

He doesn’t.

He fucking brings his mouth to my nipple and sucks it.

“Ooooh.”

He chuckles, the vibration against my nipple making me squirm like I’m some goddamn teenager or something. I’m pretty sure I might come soon like a teenager too. My cock is throbbing so bad, I’m just waiting for it to burst despite nothing touching it.

He moves his lips across my chest, now deciding to give the other nipple attention like I thought he was going to before. That one’s not as sensitive, actually, something he must notice because he quickly moves back to the first and sucks even harder.

Just when I’m preparing to beg some more, he pulls back with his spit-slick lips stretched into a teasing smile. I watch his brown eyes scan my body for a moment as if he’s deciding where he’d like to explore next. My cock twitches, doing its best to beg him, but he doesn’t even look at it.

“I like these.” He touches a finger to a spot on my jaw, then my throat, then my right pec.

I don’t have to look to know what he’s referring to. “I’ve always hated them.”

“I’ll make you love them,” he promises.

He leans forward, bracing one hand on the bed and carding the other through my hair. He tugs until my chin is toward the ceiling and latches his mouth over the first mole on my jaw. Then he drags his hot tongue down to the one on my throat, then down some more to the one on my pec. I groan when he doesn’t stop there, his hands moving down to my waist as his mouth takes a slight detour to my more sensitive nipple before finding the mole just above my belly button, then the one at the dip of my hip. His hands move again, now grabbing my thighs and pushing them wide and back. I grunt in surprise, my eyes going wide.

He grins, his head now ducked between my legs with my cock just inches from his face. “You know which one I’m going for next, don’t you?”

I try to swallow, but it’s difficult, like all of my lust is lodged right in my throat. I at least manage a small nod.

He grins. “I’ve been wanting to do exactly this since I saw it in the shower. May I?”

“Yeah,” I croak, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets like they can somehow prepare me for his lips being so very close to my ass.

His hands tighten, not enough to hurt, but enough to let me really feel them. He pushes my legs back further before letting himself take the sight of me in. His gaze lingers on my cock, then my balls, then— fucking hell.

“I won’t kiss you here,” he promises, his eyes flicking back up to meet mine. “I know you’re nervous about it. Tonight, just my fingers will touch you here. I won’t even put them inside you, okay?”

I bite down on my lip, loving his sincerity, but also… “What if I want it, though?”

He pauses, his fingers twitching where they hold me. “Want what, Ethan?”

“Them inside me.” I squeeze my eyes shut, my face burning hot. “Maybe even your—your tongue?”

“Yeah? You want me to lick your hole, baby? Want me to fill it with my fingers?” he asks, his thumbs inching closer to my hole. “Have you done that before? Put your own fingers inside of you? Or a toy?”

I toss an arm over my face and groan. “No.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No. I—” I groan again, my whole body flooding with the heat from my face. My damn toes even curl with the embarrassment. Still, I find myself admitting, “I wanted the first to be you.”

The sound the admission pulls from him is low and throaty. I remove my arm, wanting to see his face. It’s not disappointing. Those dark eyes of his are narrowed like a predator now, his smile matching. “Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’m about to do to you.”

“Tell me?”

“No.” He adjusts my legs, bringing his mouth down to kiss the mole I have on the curve of my ass cheek—the reason he’s down there in the first place. “But I’ll show you.”

He sweeps his tongue across the mole before letting it dip into my crack. His stubble makes contact with my hole first, sending a shiver through my whole body. Then his tongue is there, right there, swiping right over it. I jerk, a yelp falling from my lips that has the bastard chuckling as he pulls away.

“Here.” He wraps one of my legs around his hip, pushing forward until he can slide a finger between my lips. I can still feel his fucking spit wet on my ass. “Suck that for me.”

I quickly obey, knowing exactly where he plans on putting it once it’s wet enough. He spends the time retracing his steps by kissing the moles on my torso, then the one on my throat, then the one on my jaw. By the time he pulls his finger back, I’m trembling with anxious excitement for what’s next.

The trembling only gets worse when he wraps his mouth around my still-aching cock. His mouth is wet and hot and just about the best thing I’ve ever felt. I stare at him in awe as he expertly works my member with his lips and tongue. He even touches the tips of his teeth to my crown, just a feather-light touch. I arch my back, having never felt something like that before. “ Fuck .”

“Good?” he asks with a confident smirk, the bastard fully aware of the answer.

Before I can respond, he’s pressing the spit-slick finger to my hole and pressing forward.

“Ooh fuck. Fuck .” I squeeze my eyes shut again, trying to breathe through the sudden wave of lust crashing over me. It feels… full . Impossibly full.

Fuck, how am I possibly going to take his cock if this is what a finger feels like?

“Fucking— fuck .”

“Eloquent,” he teases, his hot breath passing over my wet cock, his mouth so fucking close, yet so far. “In case I forgot you’re the jock.”

“Fuck you.” I open one eye to glare at him. “Fucking nerd.”

He crooks his finger, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside of me— prostate, oh fuck, that’s my prostate— and I’m lost to that wave again, my mind empty of teasing words as my cock overflows precum down my shaft. Whether he just wants to suck me or he wants to clean up my mess, I’m not sure. All I know is his hot mouth is back around my cock and his finger is crooking over and over and— fuck me, that’s good, that’s so fucking good.

“I’m gonna come,” I whisper, shame burning me up inside. Already? What am I, a fucking teenager? “Fuck, I’m—I’m so fucking close, Hay. I’m gonna—”

“Yeah?” he asks, almost teasingly, the asshole. He keeps his finger inside of me, but his mouth is gone from my cock. It’s just enough to have me stumbling back from the edge. Tears of overwhelming arousal—and a bit of frustration—sting my eyes. “Want to come together?”

Oh.

Oh, yes, please.

“How?”

“Like this.” He gently pulls his finger free before rolling us until I’m straddling him, showing off the strength of those surprising muscles. His hands take my hips, adjusting me until our cocks are slotted against each other. I shudder at the feeling of it. Of his spit between our hot skin, my precum dripping onto the crown of his cock.

“Do you want to be filled again?” he asks.

This time, I don’t feel myself blush. I think I’m too turned on now. Too in this. “Yes.”

He smiles before spitting on his finger and reaching beneath me. I take him easily, gasping as he slides in. It feels deeper this way. Bigger too, somehow. His thumb teases just behind my balls, making me shudder and tense.

“Fuck.” He moves his finger a little, his eyes intent on my face. I don’t even care what I look like up here right now. All I care about is if I can take a second finger, because I kind of want one. “I can’t wait to feel you clench like this around my cock.”

“Oh fuck.” I shudder, my hole squeezing his finger again. “ Fuck .”

“Yeah. Just like that. Gonna feel so fucking good.” He reaches his free hand to my face, tracing fingertips along my eyebrows, then my nose, then my lips. It’s romantic, until he pulls away and orders, “Spit on us.”

“W-what?”

He nods toward where we’re pressed together. “Spit on our cocks.”

It’s filthy.

Obscene.

It’s fucking hot.

I roll my tongue around my mouth, wanting enough spit to get us nice and wet, then spit. He groans, immediately taking us in his hand and starting to slide the spit around. His hand is big. Bigger than the average nerd. It’s just enough to have a firm hold on us together. Just enough to be able to slide up and down without losing his grip.

He starts slow and easy, just getting a feel for how our cocks move together. I can’t tear my gaze away from the sight. The different tones of skin, the inch or so of length I have on him, the girth he has on me. I buck my hips, needing more. It works two-fold, giving me the feeling of being fucked in my hole at the same time as moving my cock between his cock and hand.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, just loud enough for me to hear over my own ragged breathing. “God, look at you up there. Keep moving just like that, Ethan. Yeah. That’s real good.”

“Oh god.” I drop my chin to my chest, everything starting to shake and burn. “ Hayden .”

“I’ve got you. Shh. You’re okay.”

“Gonna come,” I warn him, praying he doesn’t stop it this time. “Please, can I? Please. Please let me.”

He laughs breathlessly, somehow groaning at the same time. “See? Beg so pretty for me. Go ahead, sweetheart. I’m right there too. Come on.”

I move my hips like before, wanting that little bit more again, and send myself right over the edge.

It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, without question. It’s blinding. Electric. By the end of it, my chest is burning from forgetting to breathe and my thighs are shaking so hard they can’t hold me up any longer. I barely register when I fall forward, or when Hayden wraps an arm around me and rolls us again, allowing me to lie back while he jacks himself. His lips crash into mine as he pants through his own release, his cum hot as it covers my spent cock.

I swear if I was selfish enough to think the world revolved around me, I’d say it stopped for a few seconds, suspending us in a perfect moment of post-orgasm bliss and heated kisses.

Then he pulls away, and I gasp in a breath and realize three things in rapid succession—I am sore as fuck, I’m so exhausted my eyes aren’t sure they’re going to open after my next blink, and I’m way in over my head with how much I love him.

That last one scares me, but the first two are so overpowering that it’s a distant fear I easily tuck away to examine at a later time.

I hear him chuckle. I realize when I can’t see him that my eyes, in fact, did decide to stay closed. I consider fighting it, but just move my hand around instead until I touch a part of him. I don’t look to see which part. It’s him. That’s all that matters. “Laughing?” I mumble.

“You’re cute all fucked out, that’s all.” He kisses the mole on my jaw. I sigh, the sound soft and sleepy and impossibly happy. “Stay awake for me? I’ll be right back.”

I frown, not liking the idea of him leaving. My mind is sluggish though. It takes too long for me to figure out how to ask him where he’s going. By the time I have it figured out, he’s back with a warm cloth—that he’s nice enough to warn me about first—cleaning up the mess on my cock and stomach.

“Th’s nice,” I tell him, letting my head lull to the side against the pillow beneath it.

“Good.” He puts the cloth somewhere and pulls me into his arms. I settle there, my cheek pressed to his chest so I can hear his heartbeat. It’s a position I’ve been in dozens of times with a girl, but I’ve never been on this side of it. It’s pretty damn nice. Though I’m not sure if it’s so much being on this side of it as it is just being with him.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as he runs his fingers up and down my arm in slow, soothing strokes.

“Words are hard,” I mumble sleepily. I nuzzle harder against his chest, breathing in the scent of soap and sweat and cum. He smells like us, I realize. I’ve never cared about that before.

Then again, I’ve never loved anyone before.

Nope, still not dealing with that, go away again please.

It’s too late though, the emotions settling in just as heavily as my exhaustion now.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my arms going around him in return just so I have something to cling to. “Fuck, Hay. I… fuck .”

“I know.” He kisses the top of my head. “I know, baby. I feel it too.”

“Thank God.” I laugh, the tight feeling in my chest loosening a little. It loosens even more when he laughs too. “I think I’m supposed to ask what happens now, but I’m really fucking tired and also a little scared of the answer…”

“It’s not a scary answer. At least, not my side of things. But if you have a lot to think about before giving your side, I’ll understand that.”

When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is his right hand resting on the mattress beside his hip. I reach for it until our fingers are slotting together, our palms pressed flush, and bring our joined hands to rest on his stomach. His thumb immediately starts stroking along my pointer finger, just as soothing as the strokes that he’s still giving my arm with his left hand.

“Do you know why I’m not playing for the Devils?” I whisper.

He tenses for a moment before forcibly relaxing. It stings a little, but I remind myself he can’t help how he reacts to things. Besides, it’s not like he actually knows why. No one does. No one but me.

“I only know that you missed training camp, but not why or the details.”

“Will your non-scary answer change if I tell you I don’t want to ever explain it?”

He doesn’t tense this time, but he does hesitate. I don’t mind though. It would have been hard to believe him if he’d just blindly said no. I trust his answer more if he takes the time to think about it first. Not that it makes waiting for the answer any easier. It must only take him a few seconds to consider, but it feels like eternity.

“Was anyone hurt?”

“No.”

“Then no. If that secret is one you need to keep, I trust you enough to respect that.”

To say that a weight is lifted off of me would be an understatement. There aren’t words to describe the bliss. There isn’t a measurement for the way my lungs finally feel like they’re receiving enough air after months of near-suffocation. My eyes start to sting with relief, so I hurry to close them again.

“Then my answer isn’t scary either.”

I wake up groggy and warm and… kissed. All over the place, kisses everywhere, making me shivery despite the warmth, making my lips smile before I can even register the happiness.

“Hey, sleepy boy,” a soft voice murmurs in my ear before a kiss to the shell of it chases the words away.

“Mmm.” I fumble in the dark until I have an arm wrapped around the naked man pressing against my side, pulling him closer. It takes a few seconds of bumping and nudging before I manage to find his mouth with mine. I can feel that he’s smiling too. Our kiss is slow and lazy, maybe a little stale, before I whisper against his lips, “Hey.”

“You should sneak out. We haven’t really talked about… this . I figure we should keep it quiet until we do.”

I chuckle. “Wow. Such a romantic.”

“Oh, shut up.” He gives my shoulder a punishing nip with his teeth, making me yelp. He laughs. I frown at him, or maybe it’s more accurate to say it’s a pout, but it’s too damn dark for him to see it. “I’ll woo you with romance later. For now, get your ass out of bed before the rest of the team starts milling about.”

“Fine, fine.” I roll him over, settling between his open legs and moaning as our hard cocks press together. Fucking hell, I could get used to this. “If you insist, I guess I can leave.”

“That’s not even fair,” he grumbles, his hands grabbing my bare ass cheeks and squeezing them as he pulls me harder against him. We moan in unison. I don’t know which one of us is leaking—maybe we both are—but wherever it’s coming from, it’s just enough to give a good slide as we start rolling our hips. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

I grin against the side of his throat. “Probably. Does that dominant thing you’ve got going on include punishments? You gonna spank me, Hay?”

“Don’t fucking tempt me,” he growls in just about the sexiest fucking voice to ever exist. His nails dig into my ass hard enough to make me grunt before I’m suddenly flipped onto my back, his body now looming over me. This time, I know the wetness comes from my cock because the sudden burst of it coincides with the flood of lust that rushes through me.

One of his hands fists in my hair, the other grabbing my leg and hiking it over his hip to allow our cocks to slot together fully for the first time, root to tip. My eyes have adjusted enough to be able to look up and see the soft shadows and sharp lines of the beautiful man above me. His smile is a dangerous flash of white teeth before he’s leaning down to bury it in my neck, his hips rolling hard enough for our skin to start slapping together.

His breathing is hot in my ear, each grunted fuck and shit and yes driving me closer to the edge.

“I can’t wait to sink into you,” he rasps, his hand in my hair tightening to the point of pain. A good pain. A kind of pain that zips through my veins and pools in my gut until my cock is throbbing with the need for release. Or maybe that’s from the words he’s using like a threatening promise that have that reaction. Or both. Who the fuck cares? Stop thinking so much, Pope. Listen to the goddamn filth this man is spewing. “—fill you so fucking full you’re going to be bursting with it. Pump my cum so deep in you it stays there for an entire fucking game. I’ll sit back and watch you skate around, badass Ethan Pope, all the girls swooning in the stands, and know you’re mine, every fucking inch of you marked out there, proving you’re all—” He snaps his hips forward. “—fucking—” Snaps again. “— mine .”

I come. Holy hell, do I come. It’s not as intense as the orgasm he wrung out of me before we passed out earlier, but for nothing but dry humping and grinding like teenagers, it sure is fucking something. He follows me over the edge, his cum warm as it falls across my bare stomach.

We exchange panting kisses for a few moments as we come down from our highs before he squeezes my ass and says, “Now you really need to get going.”

Knowing he’s right, I let myself steal a final kiss from him before rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I take care of business and clean up before pulling on the clothes still piled on the floor. He looks half-asleep when I get back in the room, all warm and inviting.

“See you soon?” I ask, suddenly feeling vulnerable and in need of reassurance at the sight of all his fucking beauty.

His smile is soft. Almost understanding. “See you soon, Ethan.”

I peek into the hall, making sure the coast is clear, before sliding out of the room with my hat pulled low. Besides an older man in a sharp business suit who gives me a sideways glance as I pass him, there’s no one to witness my walk of shame. Not until I let myself into the hotel room, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid disturbing Jules, only to find the man lounging on his bed, wide awake, watching New Girl while devouring something from a to-go container with the hotel’s logo on it.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, grinning mischievously. “I take it you figured things out?”

My face goes hot, making his grin widen, but I can’t get myself to truly feel embarrassed. Not when I’m riding such a fucking high. “We got a pretty good start, at least.”

“That’s the hardest part, man. Just taking that first step is huge. I’m proud of you, brosy.”

I blink at him. First the admission that he fucks around with a guy from the Devils and now wise words of encouragement at the ass crack of dawn? Apparently Jules is like my own version of Shrek. I’m going to have to keep peeling back layers to see what he’s all about.