TWENTY
Luca
“ L uc, right there,” Max groans. “You fucking jerk. Take my dick in your mouth.”
I freeze, squeezing my toothbrush so tight it nearly snaps in half.
Did I hear right? My brain must be playing games with me. The steam and the sound of the hot spray of water are bouncing off the tiles, teasing me with impossible promises.
This must be a dream. Max is into guys? And wants me ?
The curtain opens, and I turn around. Max stands there naked and wet, glistening droplets kissing his tanned skin.
Fuck me, the sight of him steals my breath. Every inch of him is built, but with soft curves of muscles. Oh my God. His dick. Long. Thick. Veiny. Brutal.
That would hurt... But my own cock thickens at the sight of him, as well the idea of what he can do to me with that cock. Right here I realize lusting after a hockey player, who’s clearly an alpha male, means subconsciously I’m willing to switch for him. Let him own me.
“Oh shit,” Max says, breathing heavily. “I didn’t... Did you...”
“Hear you call my name when you came?”
“Shit. It was...”
I wait for him to say it was a mistake.
“No big deal.” I turn away to tease him, play it cool. “You’re not the first man to fantasize about me.”
“Your wife’s bodyguard did, I bet.” Max grabs a towel and knots it around his waist. “I needed to come. And you... That story about you going down on that bodyguard was a good image.”
Really? That was the visual that got him off. Me blowing Nero of all people.
I rinse out my mouth and face Max. “Has a guy ever sucked your dick?”
“Yeah,” he says, breathless.
The earth’s axis shifts with his admission. I’m not just a curious fantasy. “Did you like it?”
“I came down his throat.”
My cock tightens at his confession. “And have you... Ever sucked a cock?” I reach for my zipper.
“Yeah.” He bites his lip, watching my hand.
“Did you like it?” I ask forcibly.
His eyes cloud up and darkness comes through. “Eventually.”
“Pleasing a lover gets me off.”
“A lover.” Max clears his throat. “That implies a relationship.”
“So you never had one? Even a regular fuck boy?”
“In high school, sort of. Freshman year.”
“Do you want one now?” I ask before better sense stops me. “I mean, now at your age?”
His eyes cut down my bare chest to my waist where I hope he can’t see my blooming hard-on. “I... I don’t know what I want.”
My hand leaves my trouser fly as confusion and frustration reddens his face. “I only came in here to brush my teeth. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”
“It’s fine.” His eyes drink me in.
“Do you have a question for me, Max Ryan?”
He stiffens and grips the towel tighter. “I have a lot of questions. You know so much about me, and I really don’t know anything about you. ”
“It’s best to keep it that way. A client can’t know too many details about a bodyguard. You’re already a target.”
“What does that mean?”
“Some bodyguards have a shady past and do this work because it takes a certain type of person.”
“I know what kind of person you are, as far as this job and your previous one. What kind of man are you?”
I consider kissing him to show him exactly what kind of man I am.
“The kind of man who punishes a smart mouth with mine. When my lips meet his, my intentions are crystal clear. There’s panting and throat vibrating, whimpers from my lips and tongue. There’s begging for me. There’s aching and hunger. More of my kiss. More of my touch. More of my cock. When he staggers off after a good fucking, he doesn’t remember his name. That’s the kind of man I am.”
Max’s lips quiver like every word hits a nerve. “What... What are we doing about the bed situation?” he asks, gripping the towel.
“I’m open to suggestions,” I answer like an idiot, but fuck, flirting with this guy gets my heart racing.
He rearranges in front of me as his hand brushes the front of his towel, the outline of an erection forming. Eyes blazing with lust, he drops the damn thing. “Get in that bed, Luca.”
My heart seizes and reason steals any shred of sanity I have left. I’m his bodyguard, and have to protect him until the end of the season. What if taking this further clouds my judgment in a dangerous situation?
“You top guys?” I ask him, sliding off my pants and kicking them across the bathroom floor.
“If that’s what it’s called.”
“That’s what it’s called.”
“No one fucks me. I...” He shakes his head. “That’s a deal breaker.”
And a red flag for me, hinting at some kind of sexual trauma. Anger clouds me. There’s something dark in his past, and I suspect taking my dick up his ass might trigger him.
“Did someone hurt you in your past, Max?”
“Yes,” he answers quickly, and changes to a sickening laugh. “But I don’t want to talk about it now. You’re the only person besides my high school coach that I’ve admitted that to.”
“You can trust me.”
“Apparently.”
I fist my cock. “I think you need some kind of massive reset.”
“Reset,” he repeats. “Jesus, nothing’s ever been so right about me.”
“I mean reset your brain and give yourself permission to feel what you want to feel.”
“I have so many fucking questions,” he admits, like the wind’s been knocked out of his lungs.
“Then ask.” I strut into the bedroom, my tight black briefs feeling smaller by the second.
The turmoil behind Max’s eyes forces me out of my comfort zone of using a man just to get off. Out of all the hockey players I’ve watched these past five years, only Max has drawn me in and held my interest in a sexual way. And he’s the only guy I can’t technically have sex with.
Yet, he’s standing there completely naked and I’m about to get into bed with him.
To...answer questions.
I sigh, Max looks like he needs a friend more than a lover. Odd how everyone’s favorite person on the team can be so lonely.
Confusion over liking guys isn’t unique, but at Max’s age, it’s perplexing. And probably something I shouldn’t even try to unravel.
Yet, he just came calling out my name.