22. Stephen
22
STEPHEN
Never in my life did I have to sit with a perfect smile on my face and pretend I didn’t want to tear every inch of clothing from Jansen’s body. I discreetly adjusted myself more than once under the table, waiting for the moment we could leave without question or comment.
The dinner had been delicious, and his teammates were welcoming. It was the last thing on my mind. The warmth of his leg, even if it wasn’t touching mine, seeped through the fabric of my pants. It radiated through me until I couldn’t breathe.
I spent the last bit of dinner in a haze of desire, trying to control myself. The guys laughed and joked, but I struggled to pay attention to a single thing that was said. I almost breathed a sigh of relief when Jansen began his goodbyes.
By the time we reached the car, I was afraid I might combust. Not a word had left my lips. I took deep calming breaths; afraid I’d jump him on our way to where we’d parked. When we climbed inside, Jansen turned in his seat to face me, a look of concern on his face.
“Is everything okay?” He reached his hand out to cup my face, but I knew I couldn’t handle his touch in that moment. And the last thing he needed was his bare ass exposed on some trashy media site.
I moved out of his reach. Hurt instantly filled his eyes. “Don’t be upset. I want you to touch me, but if your skin comes in contact with mine right now, I’m going to tear your clothes off right inside this car.”
Fire blazed in his widening pupils. “Where to?” he asked, his voice strained.
“My house is closer.”
Jansen started the car and took off down the street. The interior was quiet besides the thumping rhythm of the blood pounding in my ears. Each panting breath made my cock throb, begging to be released from the confines of my dress pants.
We made it to my house in record time. The car barely came to a stop before we jumped out and ran for the door, our jackets falling to the floor the moment we stepped inside. It hadn’t even closed when Jansen slammed me up against it, his strong body crowding me back against the solid wood.
His mouth came down on mine, hard and demanding. I didn’t waste a second, parting my lips and letting his tongue slip inside. The friction between our hard cocks combined with the way his tongue plunged in and out of my mouth made the room spin. I wanted him, all of him.
I tore my lips from his and glanced up into wild eyes. Fire blazed in those blue depths. I reached down and cupped his hard cock. “I want more than your lips and hands tonight.”
“Stephen,” Jansen said on a moan.
Jansen bent at the waist, throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Up the stairs we went. The friction of his shoulder rubbing against my cock had me twisting in his hold, which only made my dick ache more.
When we reached my bedroom, Jansen tossed me on the bed, climbing over me and straddling my hips. “You have no idea how badly I want that.” He captured my lips with his, immediately pushing his tongue deep into my mouth.
The rhythm was erotic. Each pulse of my cock hit with each plunge of his tongue. I reached for the knot of his tie, tugging it loose and pulling it over his head. By the time my fingers found the buttons of his shirt, he had my own tie off and began to undo my shirt. I parted the fabric and ran my hands along his tight pecs, loving the way the muscles jumped when my fingers grazed his nipples.
I didn’t have long before he pushed my shirt over my shoulders, trapping my arms down by my sides. He bent his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, biting the little nub at the same time. My hips shot off the bed. Jansen scooted his ass back, holding my cock tight against himself while he ravished first one nipple, then the other. I was sure he’d left marks by the time he picked his head up to watch me.
My breaths came in sharp pants as I tried to regain control of myself. I should have known Jansen wouldn’t give me a chance. The way he’d pulled down my shirt left me little room to move when he started on the buttons of my pants. Not that I wanted him to stop in any way. He slid down my body, taking my pants and boxer briefs with him.
He used his foot to kick them to the floor. The way he eyed me made my pulse leap and my cock throb.
“Jansen, touch me,” I begged.
He lowered his mouth, running his tongue along the underside of my cock. Precum coated the tip. I watched as his tongue darted out and licked up every inch of it.
A guttural groan tore from my lips. “Stretch me. I need your cock in me.”
Jansen thrust his hips forward. His need matched my own. He pushed himself from the bed and stood, dropping the rest of the clothing on the floor. While he grabbed the lube and condoms, I extricated myself from my shirt, tossing it over the side of the bed. By the time Jansen returned, I’d already reached down to cup my balls, rolling them in my hands. He opened the bottle of lube and spread some on his fingers.
When I glanced up, Jansen’s eyes still held the heat from before, but his brows were drawn closer. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I guided his hand to my taint, then down to my hole. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
He pushed his finger forward. The stretch… The burn… Exactly what I loved about a strong man’s cock. Feeling it for days later. His finger moved in and out of me.
“Another,” I begged.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
This time when he pulled his hand back and pushed forward, he added another finger. My hips moved with his thrusts. I lifted them slightly. He was so close to the right spot. Stars danced in my vision.
Fingers weren’t enough, I wanted… No, I needed all of him. “I’m ready.”
He removed his fingers from my body, leaving me empty. With heavy-lidded eyes, I watched as he tore open the condom and rolled it down his cock. He leaned forward, pressing the tip to my hole. I lifted my knees to give him better access.
Slowly, he pressed inside, the burn growing with each thrust. “I don’t know if I can hold on,” he moaned and pushed in a little farther.
“Fuck.” Words were not my strength at that moment.
I felt Jansen’s balls hit my ass. He froze, holding himself above me. Lines crinkled his forehead as he took long, slow breaths.
I pushed myself up the best I could and nipped his earlobe before whispering, “We have all night. Don’t hold back.”
That was all it took. Jansen’s hips pulled back and he thrust forward once more. I grabbed handfuls of his strong, hard ass, pulling him into me with each of his hips.
Grunts and groans filled the room. We moved in sync. Our mouths connected, tongues battling, all while he took me to heights of desire I never once imagined in my life. My balls pulled up tight. The muscles in my thighs and back trembled, begging for release.
I couldn’t hold on any longer. Cum shot all over my stomach. Jansen cried out as my hole quivered around his cock, squeezing tight.
His eyes shut and he threw his head back. Bliss lined his features. Boneless, he dropped on top of me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him close to me.
“I never imagined…” I heard him whisper.
I held him tighter, never wanting this moment to end.
I snuggled into the warm body behind me. The slight twinge in my ass brought memories of the way Jansen turned me inside out the night before to the surface. His arm tightened against my waist, keeping me close. He mumbled something softly, too quiet for me to hear. Then his soft snores started again.
Reluctant to leave the cocoon of my bedroom, I reached to the nightstand for my phone. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about work on a Sunday, but with move-in happening this past week, I had to make sure there weren’t any more issues. The moment I saw the multiple texts from Shannon, I worried I’d been right to check.
I opened her first message and instantly realized the problems weren’t with the dorms. Instead, she’d sent me link after link of stories about me and Jansen being together at the Jetties’ team dinner last night. Taking a deep breath, I opened the first one, knowing full well this was the price I’d pay for dating a professional hockey player.
The first article wasn’t that bad, only mentioning the author’s desire to find out more about me. All they could come up with was about my academic career. With more confidence the information out there wouldn’t be that bad, I opened the second article. It was filled with more of the same. This time the tone came off a bit harsher.
By the time I reached the fourth article, the anger and judgmental nature had become clear. I closed the link and decided not to read anymore. Their opinions only mattered if it bothered Jansen. Being a gay man my entire life, I’d heard it all, especially when I’d been hired as the Dean of Espen University. News article after news article had dug deep into my private life, as if who I slept with made a difference on how I did my job.
I set my phone down and leaned against Jansen.
“How bad is it?” A deep voice behind me startled me from my thoughts.
“What do you mean?” I didn’t want Jansen to worry yet. Hell, I’d already let the outside world intrude on my space, I wouldn’t give it any more time.
He moved away, letting me fall to my back. Before I had a chance to protest, his strong body covered mine. He reached up and ran his finger along the crease in my forehead. “Don’t hide things from me. We’re in this together.”
I sighed. “How did you know?”
He pressed his lips briefly to mine, then pulled back to look me in the eye. “The longer you looked at your phone, the more tense you became. Since I’ve seen how calm you stay dealing with things at the university, I assumed you were reading articles about us.”
I reached for my phone, holding it out to him. “Shannon sent me a bunch of links this morning.”
He took the phone from my fingers and set it back on the bed. “Not all of them are in our favor, are they?”
“Some of them don’t care. Others wonder whether I’m just a phase for you before you start dating your next supermodel.” Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, this was my biggest fear.
Jansen cupped my jaw, rubbing his thumb along my cheekbone. “You know that’s not the case. You’re the only one I want.”
I pushed the thoughts away and smiled. “I know. It’s still nice to hear.”
He bent down, his lips only inches from mine. “It’s you I’m with. You I want to spend my time with. No one else.” His lips pressed to mine slowly. I savored the connection, bringing my hand to the back of his head and threading my fingers through his curls.
When our mouths separated, I looked up at him, taking in his bright eyes. I traced my finger down the curve of his jaw to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss there. “The media attention doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“I’ve had my life torn apart before. It’s not the first time. And if it means I get you all to myself, I’m happy to ignore it.” I moved my hand down, pressing my fingers below his chin, and bringing his gaze to mine. “Are you okay with it?”
“I don’t care what they say about me. If they’re saying shit about you, that’ll piss me off.”
“Jansen, don’t start trouble with the media. That never ends well.”
He lowered his body, connecting his hips fully with mine. I sucked in a sharp breath. He shuffled his hips side to side. “I have better things to do.”
His lips met mine. After that, nothing mattered. Not the media, not the links Shannon sent me.
The only thing that mattered was him.