Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
Reid
I don’t know what came over me in that alleyway, but when we got back inside, Luka started teasing me with every look, every action, and it was driving me fucking wild.
I could hardly wait for the party to end so we could hopefully pick right back up where we left off, though I actually had no idea how I was going to manage to make that happen without raising any flags.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to come up with a way; Luka was already plotting how to get me alone.
The Rosewood is only a block from the restaurant and is one of the newer hotels in the city. I get out at reception and go inside to check in and collect the key. Luka meets me in the elevator after parking in the underground carpark.
“What’s in the bag?” I ask, noticing the small backpack slung over his shoulder.
“You’ll see.”
We stand alone in the small space, inching close together as the elevator climbs higher and higher.
“I should have asked for a ground-floor room,” I say, and I see him smile out of the corner of my eye. The back of his hand brushes against mine, sending a ripple of electricity through my arm. His fingers slip between mine, moving slowly, teasing me still.
“I’m good with heights. Besides, the windows are mirror tinted on the upper levels, so we can keep the blinds open.”
The elevator chimes, and I practically drag him up the hallway to the room.
The second we’re through the door, I pull him to me, and our mouths clash together.
We strip out of our shirts, kicking off our shoes as we fumble our way into the dark room, desperate to keep connected.
The room is illuminated only by the moon and the city lights below, but it’s enough to keep us from running into anything.
Luka’s mouth fits mine perfectly, and when I grab his ass, he lets out a soft moan.
I lift him to straddle my waist, and I carry him the rest of the way inside.
His kisses move down my jaw, shivers rolling through me to my core, and my hands grip his tight, round ass as his fingers slide up the back of my neck.
Fuck, this is insanely hot. I haven’t been with a man in forever. With hockey and my brothers, I hardly have the time, at least that is the excuse I tell myself—and them whenever they bring up my love life or lack thereof.
In truth, I was afraid. Afraid of what the public would say, about how the team would take me dating a guy, because while the league is completely supportive of queer players, there are only a few guys actually out, and some people can still be dicks about it.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t push away the feelings I was having for Luka, and when he kissed me in that alley, I could hardly believe it.
How could someone like him actually want a guy like me?
I’m like a decade older and I have responsibilities; guys like him are usually out clubbing and hooking up, being the free agents they often are.
But here he is, straddling my waist, sucking my ear into his hot mouth, and making my cock ache for more.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he whispers into my neck as he grips my hair and tugs lightly. I give up on the bedroom and push him up against a pillar beside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“You can have whatever you want,” I say, and he lifts his head, smirking at me with those adorable as fuck dimples set deep in his cheeks.
“It’s your birthday. How about I give you whatever you want?”
“In that case, lower your legs.”
He does as he’s told, and as soon as his feet are on the ground, I drop to my knees and unbutton his jeans.
“Oh god, is this really happening?” he asks, pressing one hand against the window, the other gripping the back of his neck so tight the muscles of his arm bulge just like they did when he stretched at the bar.
“If you’re okay with that?” I ask, pausing with one finger slipped under the seam of his underwear.
“Better than okay,” he replies, and I reach inside, my fingers wrapping around his rigid cock, and I pull it out, licking my lips at the sight of it.
It’s long and thick, and there’s a bead of precum taunting me from his slit.
I swipe at it with my tongue. The salty burst makes my mouth water, and I stroke him from crown to base, then wrap my lips over his cock head and swirl my tongue.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, one hand moving down to grip my head. He doesn’t force me down, just holds me, fingers tangled in my hair, as I take him root to tip over and over, his lustful moans egging me on. My cock aches, hard and pressed against my jeans, but I don’t let him out yet.
I come off Luka with a pop, and he looks down at me with pleading, desperate eyes locked on mine.
“You said anything I want, right?” I ask before sweeping my tongue around his crown.
He nods, mouth open slightly, breaths coming faster now.
I shove his jeans over his ass and push all the way down, helping him step out of them, then reach over and grab the desk stool, putting it against the window and lifting his foot up to rest on top.
“I can stop anytime, just say the word,” I say, stroking him slowly.
“What, like a safe word?” he asks with a smirk.
“If you want a specific word, sure. Stop works too, but I guess a safe word could be fun as well.”
“I won’t want you to stop.”
“But if you do.”
“Okay, if I want you to stop, I’ll say . . . sunflower,” he smirks.
“Sunflower, okay, that can be our word,” I reply as I reach up and grip his chest, rolling his nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I tongue his slit. He groans and rests his head back against the pole.
“Every time you see a sunflower now, you’re going to think of this,” he says, and I pull back and sit on my heels. He frowns down at me.
“What?” he asks.
“You said the word.”
“Urgh, I didn’t mean it. Okay, starting now, we’ll only say that word if we want to stop.”
I skim my hand along the inside of his bent leg, and then grip his balls and pull them down as I take him back into my mouth.
When I get to his base, I suck my fingers into my mouth with him, then send them lower, under his balls to circle his hole.
He gasps, and his grip on my hair tightens, but he doesn’t say the word, so I keep going.
Circling his entrance in time with my mouth.
My free hand is gripping his ass cheek, spreading him wide for me.
I add a little more lubrication, then push my finger inside him.
He opens for me easily, drawing me deeper.
He starts sinking into my thrusts. I add a second finger, and he lifts his bent leg over my shoulder, sending his cock deeper into my throat.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close,” he cries out. I work him harder, faster, deeper. I will my throat to open for him, and when his cock head moves as far as it can, I swallow.
“Fuck yeah, Reid, oh god,” he cries as my throat tightens around him, and he sinks deep onto my fingers, ass clenching tight around them as he fills my throat with his perfect heat.
I swirl my fingers, sweep his prostate as he comes until he softens slowly and lowers his leg to the chair, panting, head still back against the pole, eyes closed, chest glistening with sweat.
I move my kisses up his stomach and chest, and he lowers his head to greet me with a perfect, greedy kiss that has me inching even closer to release.
I almost came the second he filled my throat.
But when he takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom, I’m glad I was able to hold off.
I’m not as young as I used to be, so once I go, I expect I’ll need a fair bit longer than he does on the reload.
Though watching his perfect round ass pick up with each step, I’m not so sure I would.
He moves me to stand with my back to the bed, and then kisses me again, his fingers working open my fly and shoving my jeans and boxers down over my ass. As soon as I’ve stepped out of them, he shoves me back against the bed.
“My turn,” he declares with a lustful smile. I shift up onto the pillows, my hard cock aching and leaking between us, so I reach over and give it a slow stroke.
“You said this is what you wanted, right?” I ask, and he licks his lips.
“You are so fucking hot.”
“Do you like to watch?”
“I like to watch you,” he replies, crawling between my legs and lifting my knees up. He strokes himself, and then shifts closer until his balls rest on top of mine, the sensation rippling like a wave of electricity through to my throbbing cock.
“Urgh, you’re a big fucking tease,” I groan, and he smiles.
“We already established you like to be teased,” he says, and he’s totally right.
He knew the moment he caught me checking out his ass the first time he bent over that he had a way to get me totally fucking feral for him.
I almost went off to the men’s room to jack off, but it was so fucking hot holding on.
Even if there was no guarantee of what would happen when we met up after, I was aching over just the thought of this.
“Your perfect cock looks lonely,” Luka says, maneuvering his length to align with mine, and I wrap my fingers around us both. My breath rolls through me with a shudder.
He’s not as thick as I am, but he’s a little longer and growing as he’s already starting to get hard again. Fuck, to be twenty-two again.
I stroke us slowly, circling our cock heads with my thumb, and his length throbs in reply.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long like this,” I say through ragged breaths.
“Good, because I want to watch you come, and then in round two, I’m going to tease that hole of yours until you’re begging to come again,” he says, and the final string holding back the gates breaks, and my orgasm hits hard.
I pump faster, his body pushing in close, balls pressing down on mine as I draw out every last drop, coating my stomach and chest until I soften.
He leans forward, hovering above me and kissing me again.
I could kiss him for hours, but I don’t get that chance, because a second later, he’s peppering kisses along my jaw and then down my neck to my pecs.
He sucks one nipple into his mouth as his fingers roll the other between them, twisting as his tongue swirls.
And then his tongue moves lower, and I watch as he laps up every drop before coming back up and kissing me.
The combination of us both on my tongue ignites a lust I can’t say I’ve ever felt before.
It’s like my body needs him the way it needs air to breathe.
I have to have him. I have to have more.
Is this what I’ve been missing out on, or is it just like this because it’s with him? I have to believe it’s him, because if everyone felt like this every time they were with another person, they’d never break up, let alone get out of bed.
But then Luka breaks our kiss, pushing himself up and climbing from the bed. I can’t help but let out an audible whine.
He looks back over his shoulder with that cheeky smirk of his.
“Just grabbing the bag,” he says, and returns a second later with the small backpack I saw him carry in.
“So you’re going to tell me what’s in it now?”
“It’s just a few things I can’t keep in the house.”
“Like?” I ask, peering over to try to see inside.
He pulls out a tube of lube.
“Like this,” he says, and I chuckle.
“You keep lube in your car?”
“I keep all this shit in my car. My mom’s a bigger clean freak than me, and I’m currently living with my parents, remember?”
“Oh, right. Okay, so what else do you have in there?”
He closes the bag.
“I thought it was my turn.”
“It is, but I’m just curious. Do you have a sleeve in there, a dildo, one that vibrates, or one of those rolling bead ones?”
“You seem to know a lot about sex toys.”
I shrug. “I am older than you, so . . .”
“You’re fucking hotter than any guy my age.”
My cock twitches, and he smiles down at it.
“We’ll get to the rest of the bag later. For now, I promised you a round two.”