Chapter 18
Grady
I can’t stop, and why should I? He’s single. I’m single. This is consensual. This is a long time coming. The kiss is deep and rough, and his hands are already inside my pajama pants, cupping my bare ass, fingers pressing in so deep he might leave marks. The idea of being marked by Landon is hot.
“I get hard for you all the fucking time,” Landon whispers into my mouth. “At practice, fuck, during games, at home alone. Everywhere. All the time I think about your cum spraying all over because of my hand.”
Feverishly, my hands move to unbutton his shirt.
The silly boy is still in his post-game dress shirt and suit pants.
I get the shirt undone in record time and only lift my weight off him long enough to yank it over his wide shoulders, down his arms, and off his body.
Landon is one of the only hockey players I know with no ink.
At least I haven’t found any yet. His skin is smooth and clean, and taut.
I want to suck and lick and nip every fucking inch of it, so I start sucking my way down the column of his neck toward his collarbone.
His hands slide under the waistband of my pajamas, moving from my ass and around my hips in search of my cock.
When his fingers brush it, I fight a shudder and graze my teeth over one of his nipples.
“Don’t be shy,” I challenge. “Do whatever it is you’ve been thinking of doing. Show me you want me.”
His hand wraps firmly and exquisitely around my shaft. “I want to jerk you off again, and I want you to come on my face. In my mouth. I wanna taste it.”
I fight the urge to shoot my load immediately.
And this time, I can’t fight the shiver of lust that consumes me.
I look up and catch him smiling, so I bite his nipple.
His hand around my cock immediately gets to work, jerking me like it’s his god given talent.
I move to his other nipple, and when I can’t concentrate anymore, I slip down to my knees, making it impossible for him to keep his hand around me, and I start undoing his pants with as much speed as I can.
When they drop to the ground, I tug his underwear down too.
His cock is exactly how I remember, moderately long and abundantly thick and leaking.
My mouth waters. “Your cock is gonna feel so good in my ass one day.”
I don’t know if his knees give out or if he just drops on purpose, but suddenly he’s down on the carpet with me and we’re tumbling onto our sides.
His tongue is in my mouth, exploring desperately.
His hands are in my hair, tugging and twisting, and I grab his narrow hips and pull them flush with my naked body.
Our cocks rub together, and we both groan.
“Will you jerk me off while I jerk you off? I wanna watch you touch me while I touch you.” Landon’s voice is breathy and soft with vulnerability, and as always, it makes me melt into a puddle of hormones. I will do whatever this man wants, which is why he’s so fucking dangerous.
I let go of his hips, pull back a little, and wrap my hand around his cock. He does the same to mine and it’s barely a minute before we’re both sobbing out moans and jerking each other at a relentless pace.
“I’m close.”
“Me too.”
“Would you really… let me… fuck you… one day?” The words are gasps, and when I force my eyes to pull themselves from Landon’s perfect cock, which is turning purple and throbbing in my palm, to his face, I see the way he’s biting his bottom lip and flushing with the restraint he’s trying to cling to.
“You can fuck me, Landon,” I promise. “You can fuck me.”
“Oh fuck… Oh God…” Apparently, that’s all he needs, and ropes of cum pulse from him, coating my hand.
And that’s all I need. My hips punch forward, every muscle in my body strains, and I groan as I let go right there with him.
When our hands have stilled and breathing is no longer an impossibility, I open my eyes.
Landon’s head is tipped down, his eyes on the mess we’ve created, which sticks to our hands and stomachs.
He gently lets go of my spent member and lifts his hand to his mouth.
I watch his tongue tentatively slide out and swipe at a drop of my release on his knuckle.
Inside me, lust goes from a dying ember to a flame again.
His eyes find mine. “You taste good.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.” I lean in and kiss him, tasting myself on his perfect tongue.
This was amazing, so of course, as the hormones fade to a reasonable level, and as we wash up, I start to panic. I watch him dress, leaning against the door frame to the bathroom. “You don’t have to go.”
“Yeah, but I should,” he says quietly. “Our plane tomorrow is at six in the morning, and it’s already midnight.”
I nod. “Yeah, okay.”
He turns to me before reaching for the door. “If you ever say that shouldn’t have happened, I will clock you.”
“I’m glad that happened.”
He lets a beat pass. “Will it happen again?”
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip before answering, “I couldn’t stop it if I tried.”
Landon smiles, opens my hotel room door, and disappears.
Any and all willpower and common sense I once had leave with him.