15. Discoveries
15
DISCOVERIES
Magnus
I almost have to run to keep up with Gabriel's giant steps.
He wants me! He wants me so much that the last shore excursion this side of the Atlantic means nothing to him. He wants me so much that he didn’t even try to disguise what we're going to be doing instead. It’s an intoxicating feeling.
I force myself to take a deep breath. My cock feels like it’s been stiff for hours and I’d love nothing more than to jump him right now — bend him over the nearest surface and ram my cock deep into him. But there's a tiny voice at the back of my mind reminding me how inexperienced Gabriel is.
He may be all mouth, but I noticed earlier at breakfast that there’s a difference between what comes out of his mouth and what he really feels comfortable with. I think he's so used to putting on the macho act for his job — and his personality seems naturally ballsy too — that he takes every bull by the horns before his brain kicks in.
That's all good, but I must remember to keep that in the front of my mind. I need to let him set the pace, no matter how hard that will be for me given I’m horny as hell.
My thoughts unravel when the door to our cabin locks behind us and Gabriel’s strong body presses me against it, his tongue demanding entry between my lips.
Damn, can this man kiss! The kiss goes from zero to a hundred in less than a second. It's as if Gabriel was drowning and only my lips could save him. And I’m happy to give them to him. I’ll give him everything he wants.
Gasping for air, Gabriel breaks off our kiss and murmurs, "Damn, that gloss! What’s the flavor?"
But before I can answer, his mouth is on mine again.
This time he doesn’t come up for air but starts tugging at my clothes and clumsily trying to undress me.
He’s got the right idea, just the wrong method. But the kiss is far too good to stop and help him out. Eventually, Gabriel admits defeat and takes his lips from mine.
"Get undressed, damn you!"
I grin broadly at him.
"No ‘please’ or ‘thank you’? Well, I’m not sure this is going to work out between us," I tease.
Gabriel's evident frustration becomes wild. He’s like a hunter with his prey in his sights and nothing’s going to stop him making the shot. It’s so hot a whimper spills from my mouth. He is so incredibly sexy!
That sound alone makes Gabriel’s expression morph into an arrogant grin. He knows he has me.
"What do you want?" he asks in a voice rough with lust while thrusting his body against me. His stiff cock rubs mine and it drives me crazy.
Everything! I want everything you have to give me, I mentally scream .
But before I can answer aloud, Gabriel continues, "Please, darling, explain in detail."
He emphasizes “please” and “darling” with that lower part of his anatomy he’s been teasing me with. I'm halfway through pushing myself off the door and lunging at the sexy beast when a little voice in the back of my head calls out a soft warning.
"Like yesterday," I hiss instead. "Like you did to me ..."
The rest of the sentence is swallowed by Gabriel's mouth on mine. But this kiss lasts mere seconds before he takes two steps back. Which is two steps too many for me, because now I can't even reach him with outstretched arms. It's enough to make me cry. My body has turned to jelly — only the door is keeping me upright.
Breathlessly, I watch as Gabriel strips. When he stands there in all his naked glory, his hips slightly thrust forward, I get to check out his huge cock unimpeded. My mouth waters.
"Your turn!"
Gabriel
Magnus' pupils are dilated. His gaze is one of pure desire as his eyes wander over my naked body. My skin tingles under his scrutiny. What is it about this man that triggers something inside me? I’ve never experienced it before.
His lips shine seductively, but the lip gloss is surely long gone. It couldn’t have survived our hot make-out session. And the thought that his lips are this red and shimmery because mine were just on his makes everything so much hotter.
I grasp my impossibly stiff cock and stroke it once because it’s the most natural response I have. I have to force myself to loosen my grip when I realize I’m much too close to climaxing, and I don’t want to come before ...
Before what? I hadn't thought about what I’d do when I had Magnus all to myself. Is that rash? Not necessarily. I'm quite good at improvising.
My gaze wanders to his lips. I want to kiss them again. I want to cover his whole body with kisses, and that’s a good place to start. There’s only one problem — Magnus is still dressed and seems rooted to the spot.
"Did I kiss your brains out?" I tease.
He pushes away from the door as if out of a dream and says, "Not yet!" as he slowly unzips his shorts. "But you can keep trying."
Is that a challenge?
Each step Magnus takes toward me, I take one away. Keeping the distance between us like a dance, as if we've brought the tango back to our cabin. The game is over too soon though when my calves hit my bed. I fall backwards and in the blink of an eye, Magnus is standing above me. He eases my legs apart with his and I swallow hard. This is so sexy!
Then he pushes his open pants down at a tantalizingly slow pace. I watch as the red parrots and white flowers slide down his slender, hairy legs. His hands linger on his thighs for a moment before slowly, very slowly, moving up to toy with the hem of his white linen shirt, which is hanging down covering what my eyes covet most. My gaze is transfixed on his slender fingers as they slide under his shirt, and I hold my breath.
He’s moving so slowly that I’d love to jump up and rip the shirt off his body, but his slow pace is relentless. As the shirt slides up, my balls tighten as the first bit of red fabric from his tight boxers becomes visible.
Without stopping, but excruciatingly slowly, Magnus continues his game. As the shirt draws up over his crotch, the outline of his cock stands out clearly. His underwear is so tightly stretched I even imagine I can see it pulsing. My mouth starts to water.
My first instinct was to explore Magnus' whole body with my mouth. But now I’m thinking there are a few places on a man’s body that have never been near my mouth. Could I give him a blowjob?
If you want a blowjob from him, you'd better get on with it, says the cynical voice in my head.
I had almost forgotten our little tit-for-tat game. And I confess, I never thought through the consequences of it completely. But my mouth isn’t watering because of what Magnus could do for me — I honestly want to taste him.
I want to know if he tastes as delicious everywhere as he does on his lips. It can't just be the lip gloss, can it? And the thought of his cock shining from my saliva, like his lips just did, turns me on even more. The need to have him inside me is so fierce it scares me.
Until now, I've never given another man's prick a second glance, and all of a suddenly I can't wait to give Magnus a blowjob. I shiver hot and cold at the same time.
With a soft rustle, Magnus' shirt slides to the floor and he’s standing in front of me wearing only his tight scarlet boxers. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm sitting upright on the bed and have taken hold of his hips. My thumbs glides over his hip bones and I let one of my fingers slide cheekily under his waistband.
"May I?"
Magnus
Gabriel looks up at me wide eyed, and the gentle caress of his fingers is driving me crazy. In fact, I doubt I have a single functioning brain cell left right now. I’m tempted to ask the captain to change course for the North Pole because the heat between this sexy hockey player and me could use cooling down.
His eyes are seeking permission, although I’m not quite sure what for. Is he asking if he can take off my underwear? Is he asking if he can touch my cock? Or is he seriously asking — and I’d barely believe it unless his darting tongue wasn’t giving me a huge clue — to give me a blowjob?
A shiver that I can’t suppress runs through my body.
Whatever he wants, the answer to all his demands is going to be a clear “Yes!”
I nod.
That's all Gabriel needs. His big hazel eyes shift from my face to my waist, and I thank my lucky stars that I chose these boxers today. The red fabric is slightly shiny, and from what I can tell so far, Gabriel likes shiny things. My face stretches into a wolfish grin as I watch Gabriel’s tongue edge out from between his lips again.
He strokes the tight fabric of my boxers almost reverently, and his tender, tentative touch drives me crazy. Especially when his fingers roam along the back seam and edge into my butt crack.
I moan loudly. God, it's so damn good to be touched by him like this!
Then he bends forward, his nose gliding over the outline of my cock. I have to draw on all my powers of concentration to stay upright.
I can hardly believe he’s doing this! shoots through the back of my mind.
"You smell so good!" His words are muffled, but his rough tone excites me.
Then I remember my self-imposed restraint and I ground myself in reality.
"You don't have to," I say softly, stroking Gabriel's short hair.
He tilts his head back and looks me straight in the eye .
My sole thought is, He’s beautiful!
"What if I want to?" he asks so quietly that it takes me a moment to process his words.
Is he blushing? This guy is unbearably cute. Not that I would ever say that out loud.
"Then go for it!" I reply with a wink.