Chapter 37
Dylon
A car whizzes by with a large camera lens pointed at us. I’m not sure if I fucked up or if this would’ve happened anyway. We are stalker-level followed by the paparazzi. We heard rumors someone was found going through the trash bins behind our building. There’s nothing to find worth dumpster diving for. And now we’re being followed to and from practice.
“Let’s get takeout tonight. I don’t feel like cooking. We can eat, watch a movie, and have mind-blowing sex.” I reach for Lars's hand but stop myself just in time. “This sucks,” I grumble.
“I can suck, and you can decide if it is a good or bad thing.” He glances sideways at me.
“Always a good thing.” My mood improves with thoughts of Lars’s mouth on me. “I need out of my head.” All the secrets piled up, and I didn’t realize how much they affected me until the world knew about them. I wonder if it would be easier to get all the secrets out now and not have to go through this again.
“Your head is exactly what I want.”
“Now you’re talking!” I try not to grin and give the paps another incriminating photo.
“Huh, Trevor’s texting me.” Anything Trevor has to say usually comes through Patrik. I open the video message from a gossip site of Caleb Benz walking into practice like he’s on a runway and burst out laughing. “You’re going to need to watch this at home to fully appreciate it. I’m glad someone is having fun.”
My phone beeps again, and I read it aloud to Lars.
Trevor: I think he’s auditioning for my next fashion show. Bless his heart
Finn calls and I cringe. He never has good news lately. No calls with offers for brand deals or other exciting news.
“What’s up, buttercup?” I fail to sound upbeat.
“Hey, soooo, listen,” he pauses with a sharp intake of breath, “there’s a post that went viral of all the times you’ve touched in public, secret smiles, and a speculative timeline of a romantic relationship. It’s bullshit, but it’s gaining traction. And your use of the word love in your press conference did not go unnoticed. The comments are either shipping you or trashing you as only the homophobes can do.” Finn clears his throat.
“A few sports news outlets have asked the team for a comment. I’m confirming we’re going with the ‘We stand behind all our players, but do not make statements regarding their relationships on their behalf.’ Or have you changed your mind? You went rogue on me the other night.”
My eyes are focused on Lars, who glances at me and shrugs as if it’s my decision.
“Let’s stick with the plan for now. I didn’t mean to go rogue and will try to give you a heads-up if I go off script again.” I rub my temple and notice more cameras pointed at us from another car.
“Don’t fret, my pet. We can handle curves in the road. Enjoy your night and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he sings.
“That leaves a lot on the table,” I joke back.
“You don’t have a solid dining table like Liska. With all that love, you might need to invest if you’re going to—”
“Okay, thanks for the advice.” I cut him off and hang up laughing. “Jesus if they tap our phones, Finn will be our downfall. That’s a PR nightmare right there.” I flop my head back and stare at Lars .
There’s a ghost of a smile on his stern face and I grin. It will never get old that I make him happy. His sleeves are pulled up, exposing his sculpted forearms, and his fingers flex on the steering wheel as he maneuvers the SUV in city traffic. He does everything with ease, and my mind goes straight to the gutter. Lars picking me up, tossing me around, and using my body until he’s satisfied and comes all over me or in me. I’m easy, I’ll take either.
“What is that look for?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Who me?” My hand hits my sternum in mock innocence.
His face lights up. “You are skit at hiding your sexy thoughts.”
“Apparently, that’s why we’re viral. I should look up the post.” I open my phone, but his hand covers the screen.
“It will not change our lives knowing what other people think. We have to live in our truth. If you want to see it, wait until tomorrow. Patrik gave us solid advice not to attach value to their words, and Finn told us to enjoy the night, and I take that as a direct order.” Lars lets go of my hand and the phone.
“Since when do you take direct orders?” I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.
“From you, always. And when it’s good advice.”
I glance down to admire his growing hard-on. “Straight to the underground parking so we can avoid the paps.” I cup him, and he clears his throat.
“They are still following us.”
“Drive faster.” And he does.
We control ourselves until our door clicks and locks behind us. My fantasies come to life as Lars hoists me up and I lock my legs around his waist.
“I’m yours to boss around tonight,” I say into our kiss.
He cradles my head with one hand, and the other supports my ass and gets us to the bedroom without breaking our kiss or dropping me. I land on the bed with a huff, his weight bearing down on me.
“Clothes off,” he barks.
“Anything you say, but…” I wiggle around, unable to get anything off with him on top of me.
“Excuses already?” Lars sits up on my thighs. “I think that requires punishment. ”
My brain cells scatter, and my sweats tent with my raging erection.
“You do not even know what the punishment will be, but you’re a needy k?raste , aren’t you?”
I’m nodding as if he’s called me a cocksucker in Swedish—I’m all about that life.
“You are so beautiful.” His finger traces my temple and down my throat. “When you’re turned on, the gold in your eyes gets brighter and so does the green. The brown practically disappears.”
I whip my shirt off, and he sucks in a breath. “Don’t tease me. I’ve been very bad, and you need to put me in my place.” My body sings in anticipation and my hips hitch.
Lars pinches my nipples and nods his head before crawling off the bed.
“Hey,” I protest, but he silences me with a look.
“Close your eyes.” My eyes are closed before he finishes the sentence.
My ears pick up that he’s gone into the closet on the other side of the bathroom. His footsteps are unhurried and confident. Goose bumps break out on my arms, and my fingers itch to touch him, but I behave.
I practice circle breathing to calm my excitement. Climaxing before he starts would ruin whatever he’s planning.
The silk of an eye mask touches my skin as he lifts my head to secure it in place. It has the faint, soothing scent of eucalyptus.
Lars places a chaste kiss to my navel, then works my sweats and boxers down achingly slow. My dick pops free, hot against the cool air, seeking his attention. He rewards me by swiping his tongue over my tip and groaning.
“I love the taste of you.” His face nestles in my groin. “I love the smell of you.”
Without my sight, I’m attuned to his slight movements that give away his next move. I spread my legs wider, inviting him in and he chuckles.
I remain silent, submissive. There’s the urge to beg him, to tell him I love him, but I suspect he’s testing my resolve.
My legs are almost free of my pants, but he leaves them around my ankles, which will restrict my movement. His calloused hand closes around my wrist, dragging it up to the headboard and then does the same to the other. More silk wraps them tight, and he yanks at them until my wrists are crossed and bound to the headboard.
I’m panting and my dick leaks over my belly. When his weight leaves the bed, I whimper.
“I love the look of you ready for me. Ready to take what I give you. I’m so proud of you.” As Lars intends, his praise slides over me, sinking into my brain, inducing savage lust. He kisses the inside of my knee and sucks the skin of my inner thigh. Marking me.
I desperately want a permanent mark of him on me.
“You are mine,” he growls.
“Yes,” I agree.
He flips my legs up so my pants dangle over the crown of my head while his thumbs part my cheeks. I suck in a breath and hold it.
Lars’s tongue flicks my hole, and I’m truly a slut, moaning for him. I beg without words, screaming for more.
His hum of pleasure vibrates through my body, and a “Please” slips out.
I get a spanking in return, and my ass burns, but he rubs the sting and my keening fills the room.
“Look at you tied up, blindfolded, and begging to be spanked. You are shameless.”
“Yes. Use me.”
He strikes me again, and my balls draw up. Lars twists them, and I yelp in pain, but the impending orgasm wanes. He sucks them in his mouth and I’m boneless. Craving his touch, his mouth, his words, and goddamn, I need his cock. I know better than to beg for it.
Lars will gift it to me when he’s ready and not a second before.
“Open.”
My mouth flies open, and his fingers fuck me. I ensure they’re nice and wet.
“Is your hole so greedy it can take my finger without lube?”
It’s not a question since his saliva-soaked finger breaches me before I can answer. My back arches, and I push out, allowing him access. He sucks my head and swirls his tongue around, lapping up my precum .
Another finger joins the first along with his tongue, and I try to push closer, but he retreats.
“You only get what I give. Understand?”
I nod, tensing all my muscles and releasing them in an effort to relax.
“That’s better.” He kisses the tip of my cock as his fingers stretch me. The sting is delicious, and I’ll be feeling him tomorrow. My body will have the memories of him with aches and pains, and I want them all.
“Open,” he barks again, and I obey as he lowers my legs to the bed and straddles me. “Take me like the good cocksucker you are.”
Fucking hell. I love being Lars’s cocksucker. During mating, a lion’s roar can be heard up to five miles away, and in my brain, my moan rivals that. I’m delirious, my mesolimbic dopamine pathway has been lit up like a supernova. I’m the man he wants sucking him, trusting me enough to show his base instincts. My lips close around his cock and I shudder. He rams into my throat until I choke around him.
“ Min k?rlek , my love, you take me so well. Your pretty mouth looks so good around my cock.”
I inhale through my nose, breathing deep when I can. I’m being owned, defiled, cherished, and loved all at the same time. The silk bindings hold when I reach for him, completely at his mercy. My skin is extra sensitive as his movements create fiery airwaves, overheating me.
I whimper again, desperate for his cum.
“I will give you what you need,” he assures me and moves down my torso. I’m helpless to follow his cock, blind and tied up.
Finally, he removes my pants and orders me to bend my knees up and out. I can’t hold them for him but use my core to stabilize my body into a curled position.
He cracks open the bottle of lube, and I grunt in frustration.
“Dyl, I cannot take you without lube.”
My lips form a thin line, and he traces them with the tip of his finger.
“I promise you this: at the end of the season, I will take you with only our spit as lube. I will fuck you so many times you will beg me to stop and you will sleep on an ice pack. But not while we are in season.” He lines himself up and teases my hole with his cock.
“On the same day our season ends. No matter where we are or the circumstances,” I huff.
He enters my body in one smooth stroke. “Deal.”
I cry out when he agrees, surrendering to him. He alternates his speed, keeping my body on edge in the best way possible. Grinding his hips, he fills me until I’m so full it’s hard to breathe. I can’t find leverage, but I rock greedily and tighten my inner muscles, and he rewards me with his own lion roar.
He whispers in Swedish, lovingly kissing me and running his fingers through my hair.
“I’m close,” I gasp, and he closes his fist around my cock. Two strokes and I spill between us. Lars lifts my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he drives balls deep, and his warm release fills me. His cum sets off tremors, another wave of euphoria in my brain.
He collapses on me, his lips at my throat as he works the eye mask up to my forehead, revealing his bottomless blue eyes telling me how loved I am.
“I need you,” I blurt out and regret the anguish in my voice.
“I am not going anywhere.” He undoes the pink silk tie from my bound wrists and loops it around his neck. “I am wearing this tie to our next game, and you will know I love you and want you.”
The reckless side of me loves that he’s going to wear the tie in public and hopes it has a spot of cum on it. But I still feel unsettled, hating we aren’t telling the world about us. I hope he marked me with physical evidence of our love.
Lars takes my chin in hand so our eyes lock. “You long for stability. Your family never gave you that, and our job offers little beyond our current contract. Even then, there are variables that can change overnight. But I will not leave you. My heart has been yours for so long it would be hard to survive without you.” The intensity in his eyes loosens the fear I didn’t know crushed my chest.
“We can tell our families and friends or the world we are together. If you need it, that is what we will do,” he offers softly .
I swallow hard. He would prefer not to make a scene during the season. “What if we live our life as usual but don’t comment? If they see us touch or give each other googly eyes, we just stay silent.”
“Googly eyes?” Lars laughs and the seriousness fades.
I widen my eyes as much as possible and bat my eyelashes at him. “Googly eyes.”
“Is that sexy to you Americans?” He pokes me in the ribs and kisses me. “We can do that. I’m not hiding you or how important you are to me to make other people comfortable.”
No matter what happens, I want Lars by my side.