Chapter 17 #2
When he looks back at me, the analytical, robotic Tanner Sinclair is gone. There’s just a man who’s been holding his breath for years, waiting to see if he’s safe enough to exhale.
“I didn’t want to be a problem,” he admits, his voice cracking. “But yeah, it was hard sometimes. Never fully feeling at home anywhere. Never being able to let my guard down all the way and relax completely.”
I reach out with my good hand, gripping the back of his neck. His skin is cold from the wind, but he leans into my touch, like a flower finding the sun.
“You’re not a guest here,” I say fiercely. “Not on our team. Not with me.”
He stares at me, his pupils blown wide, and the air between us shifts. The heavy sadness changes into something more electric.
“I’m starting to believe that,” he murmurs. His gaze drops to my mouth, then back up to my eyes.
He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to. He’s looking at me like I’m the only solid thing in a world of instability.
“Let’s go back,” I say, my voice dropping an octave.
Tanner nods. “Yeah.”
We turn back toward our cabin. We don’t touch, but the air between us is electric. I feel like he just shared something with me that he’s never shared with anyone else.
We walk faster.
The second we’re back inside our cabin, we’re on each other, our kisses desperate and hungry. Somehow, we shed the first layer of our clothes, and then we’re stumbling down the short hallway to the bedroom.
I love kissing Tanner. His rough stubble feels so good against mine, and it’s so different from kissing a woman. It’s intense and sexier than I could have ever imagined.
We pull apart just long enough for him to tear off his shirt and help me take mine off before crashing back together.
I could get addicted to the feeling of his hard muscles, of his lightly furred chest pressed up to my own.
I wish like hell I wasn’t still trapped in this stupid sling because I want to wrestle with him and pin him down, to match his strength, to compete for dominance.
I’m fucking dying to run both hands over the smooth skin of his back, pulling him as close to me as I can get him.
He kisses his way down my jawline to my neck, groaning as I tilt my head to give him more access.
“So, I don’t want to rush you or anything,” he says, alternating slow, open-mouthed kisses with playful nips. “But you can fuck me tonight if you want.”
I suck in a sharp breath. Fuck yes, I want. I’ve been thinking about it since my surgery. As I was lying there, waiting to go under, my mind was drifting to all the things I still want to experience.
And somehow, this rose straight to the top of the list.
I want to explore this side of myself I never even knew existed. And I want to do it with the man who brought it out in me. With Tanner.
I must hesitate a beat too long because he hurries to reassure me. “It’s okay if you’re not ready for that. I love what we’ve been doing, but if that’s something you want, I’m good with it.”
“Oh fuck, yes. Yes, I want to.”
He smiles, moving his mouth back up to mine again. “Me too. I want to feel you inside me,” he murmurs against my lips, and my already rock-hard cock twitches.
He goes for the button on my jeans, and when I try to help him with my one good arm, he brushes me away.
“Nope, I’m the teacher tonight.” He grins as he slides my pants and briefs down my legs, pausing to plant a kiss on the tip of my dick, which makes me smile. There’s a playful side to Tanner Sinclair that he rarely allows out, but I love it. I want to see him like this more often.
When we’re both naked, he nods toward the bed. “Lie down. I’ll be right back.”
He disappears into the bathroom and emerges a few minutes later, holding condoms and a small bottle of lube, which he drops beside my hip before crawling slowly up my body, his gaze predatory.
He leans in to take my mouth, kissing me deeply as he settles his weight on top of me, rutting our rock-hard erections together and making me groan.
I run my good hand up the wide expanse of his strong back, everywhere I can reach, cursing my damn, stupid injury once more. “God, I wanna touch you with both hands,” I murmur as his mouth drifts down to the nipple on my good side, alternating between sharp bites and soft licks.
“It’s okay, baby. Let me make you feel good tonight,” he whispers.
“Okay,” I say softly. “But do you need to be, like, prepped first?”
He pulls back to meet my eyes and smiles. “Someone’s done his homework. And yeah, I’m gonna need to be opened up a little. I can do it if you want, or you can.”
“Oh fuck, yeah, I wanna do that,” I whisper, and damn, I really, really do.
He laughs, the sound hitting something deep in my chest. “Okay, eager beaver. Since you’ve only got one good arm right now, this might be easier if I’m on my back.”
He rolls off me, positioning himself so he’s lying with his head on the pillows. Then he takes another pillow and shoves it under his hips to give me better access before grabbing the lube. “Give me your hand,” he says.
When I do, he slathers up my fingers, then slicks himself up with a healthy amount. He gives me a cheeky grin. “First rule of sex with men: you can never have too much lube.”
I bark out a laugh, realizing I was holding my breath without knowing it.
I’m nervous about what we’re doing, but not for any of the reasons I would have thought.
I’m more concerned about making it good for Tanner, because he deserves it.
I want to make sure he knows how much I want him.
And not only in bed, but in my life, on my team, and yes, even sharing my crease with him.
“Okay, babe. I need your fingers. It’s not rocket science.” He grins. “Start with one, and go slow. I’ll tell you when I’m ready for more.”
I nod, shifting so I’m between his spread legs. It’s like he’s on display for me, his thighs open wide and his ass raised up on the pillow. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. “You’re sexy like this.” I grin. “Being in charge brings out your cocky side. I like it.”
I give his long, thick cock a few leisurely strokes before moving my hand lower, behind his balls, until my fingers brush against his rim.
His breath hitches, and he groans as he takes over on his cock, sliding his hand up and over the head, twisting when he gets to the crown. Then he cocks an eyebrow. “Like I said the other night, of the two of us, I’m the expert in stick handling,” he teases.
I lean over, kissing the inside of his knee as I circle his hole with my fingers, exploring the furled skin. I press gently with the pad of my finger, dipping inside just a little before retreating. Tanner shifts his hips, chasing my finger. But I want to keep playing.
I let out an evil-sounding chuckle. “You may have more experience with stick handling, but I’m gonna be the one scoring tonight,” I say, waggling my eyebrows.
The sound he makes is somewhere between a snicker and a groan as I press my finger against his hole again, using a little more pressure and sliding the tip inside him. “Oh, yeah?” he replies breathlessly. “That’s what you think, huh?”
He shifts down, seeking more, so I give it to him, sliding my finger in deeper and curling it, searching for that spot I’ve read about. When I find an area that feels a little different, I rub against it.
Tanner’s hips thrust forward. “Yes, god yes. Right there.”
“Oh yeah,” I say, my own voice like gravel. “I’m for sure putting one right through the five-hole tonight.”
He laughs, and the muscles in his ass contract around my finger. Damn, what will it feel like when it’s my dick getting squeezed?
“Fuck, I can’t come up with a comeback,” he rasps, circling his hips and letting his legs fall completely apart. His head rolls from side to side like he can’t control himself. “Brain not working. I need another finger.”
I pull my finger most of the way out of his body before working two back inside him. I love how his body opens up for me. When I find his prostate again, I press down, and he makes a long, hungry sound that goes straight to my own cock.
“Jesus, Louis, be careful, or I’ll come too fast,” he gasps, letting go of his dick and grabbing a handful of the sheets.
I give him a cocky smirk. “Oh yeah? Bit of a quick-draw, are ya? Don’t worry, Rookie, it happens to everyone.”
He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Tremblay. You’re the rookie in this situation. And don’t you forget it.” He’s trying to sound threatening, but he’s thrashing about like he’s been possessed with lust and unbearably hot.
I give him another evil grin, pressing down on the spot again. Tanner groans. “Not fair,” he gasps.
“All’s fair in hockey and sex,” I tease, which earns me another eye roll.
“Not true. You should take a penalty for this.” He’s practically whimpering.
“Oh, I’ll be spending some time in the box, alright. Don’t you worry about that.”
He rolls his eyes again, but he continues to grind down, riding my hand.
I’ve always loved sex, and I’ve had plenty of fun in bed, but this playful teasing, where each of us is giving as good as we get, is new. It’s a huge turn-on.
His cock is leaking precome onto his rock-hard abs as I fuck my fingers in and out of his body, and goddamn, I want to lean over and lick it off him. I’m trying to figure out how I can twist my half-broken body into position to do just that when he reaches between his legs to grab my wrist.
“Stop, stop,” he gasps breathlessly. “You gotta stop, or I’ll come, and I want you inside me first.”
And suddenly, I’m not so worried about teasing him.
Gently, I remove my fingers as he reaches for the condom.
“Lie on your back. I’ll ride you since you’re still working with that broken wing.” He smiles, and we switch positions so I’m lying on my back.
He tears open the condom with his teeth and rolls it onto me before slathering lube all over my dick.
Then he swings one leg over my hips, straddling my hips and reaching behind himself to line me up with his hole.
Then he sinks down, taking the first inch of my cock inside his body, and I swear to god, I almost explode right there.
I must have some kind of look on my face because it’s his turn to smile wickedly as he rocks his hips and takes another inch.
“Oh, Jesus, fuck,” I murmur, slamming my eyes shut. The way Tanner looks right now, his face flushed, his eyes dark and hooded with lust, his body covered with a sheen of sweat, is too much when combined with the searing hot vise that’s wrapped around my shaft.
“This okay?” he asks as he sinks further onto me.
“Fuck yes—oh, oh god, Tanner.” My eyes roll back in my head as he sits down, taking the rest of me inside his body all at once until his ass is pressed tight against my groin.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” he grunts, right before he rises up and quickly drops back down onto me, sliding that hot ass along my full length.
He begins to move in a steady rhythm, and each time he lowers himself, his dick slaps against my abs.
I would have never dreamed I would find something like that hot, but the sight of it almost pushes me over the edge.
Reaching around his hip with my one good hand, I grab onto his firm ass, squeezing it as he moves up and down on me.
He presses down hard and does something with his inner muscles that makes me cry out.
It’s so much more intense than I’ve ever felt during sex, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off the orgasm that’s barreling toward me like a runaway train.
Involuntarily, I start thrusting up into him, my hips meeting his ass every time he slams down onto me. And it’s so fucking good. Even the throbbing pain in my chest doesn’t matter to me as the ecstasy I’m experiencing overrides everything else.
“God. Jesus. Fuck. Fuck, Louis, it’s so good, so good,” he babbles, and I tighten my one-handed grip on his ass. Fuck, the only thing that could make this better would be if I had two working hands and I could touch him all over, the way I’m craving to.
He clenches around me again, and I know I can’t last.
“Tanner, I’m gonna—”
“Jerk me off, Louis. Jerk me while you come.” He’s panting, his mouth open, chest heaving as he fucks me hard and fast.
I grasp his cock with a ferocious grip, jerking him like he asked, and the sound that tears from his throat is the last straw.
“Oh. God. Oh.” I cry out as my vision whites out, all the muscles in my body contracting. Everything I have shoots out of my cock, filling the condom inside him.
Tanner lets out a feral groan as he follows. He explodes, streams of come landing all over my abs and chest.
His orgasm goes on and on, but when he’s finally empty, he leans over, pressing his mouth to mine in a sloppy, wet kiss. Then he pulls himself off and collapses beside me as we both come down from our highs.