13. Anthony
THIRTEEN
ANTHONY
W hat am I doing? I hit the button in the elevator, and the harsh fluorescent light casts this whole situation in a different view. Logan is intoxicated. He’s almost disheveled, not put together like he normally is. I like it, and I know I shouldn’t. He can’t be thinking right. Would sober Logan still want to fuck the guy his dad hates? He’s not in the right mind to make decisions. The first time we hooked up, he was drunk too.
He cocks his head, grabbing my jaw. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” I avoid looking at him, because he makes me ache, and I am already hard enough.
He forces my face in his direction. “The overthinking thing.”
“You’re drunk.” I say what’s on my mind because I can’t lie.
“I’m slightly buzzed,” he says, but I don’t believe him.
“How much did you drink?”
He brings his mouth to mine. “I hold my liquor better than most. If you’re so concerned, make me a coffee. I’d still want you inside me sober.”
“I shouldn’t be listening to you drunk. This is your family.”
“I told you, it makes me want to fuck you more.” He presses his dick into my leg.
“Only because you’re not thinking straight.” I don’t pull away, unable to help myself. Why does this guy have to be so fucking irresistible?
“I wanted you in your office, completely sober.” He rocks into me shamelessly. “I’ve wanted you for months.”
“Because you’ve built up that night in your head.” I’m nearly out of excuses.
He laughs, and I finally look at him. “There’s the pro ego.”
“It’s not?—”
He cuts me off with a kiss. “I’ve fucked enough people to know what I like, so I’ll stroke your ego a little. Your dick is worth it.” He brushes his fingers down my the length of my cock, the thin fabric of my sweats allowing too much sensation and not enough at the same time.
“Told you, you built it up.” Amusement colors my tone, and he chases it, tongue dipping into my mouth.
“Give that all to me,” he purrs into my lips.
I drink down the sound, and I’m done for. I can’t say no to him, and I don’t want to. How could anyone want to? “You are bad.”
“I know.” He drags me out of the elevator I hadn’t even heard ding. “Which one is yours?”
“The last.”
We barely break our kiss on the way there. I pin him against the door and grind against him while I dig in my pocket for my keys.
“Hurry up,” he whines.
I finally get them out and in the lock, but I don’t turn it right away.
A student in my apartment.
One of my players.
I know it’s wrong as I push my door open.
He’s on his knees before I can even get the door closed. I shouldn’t want this, but I do, and I can’t say no to him any longer. Maybe Krista’s right. Maybe I need to get this out of my system, only let it happen once.
He pulls my cock out of my sweatpants, skipping right to licking my tip. He doesn’t take me into his mouth right away. He teases and plays.
I lean against the wall, abandoning my cane so I can push my hands into his hair to guide him deeper.
He takes the silent suggestion, wrapping his lips around me while he looks up with his beautiful blue eyes. My entire body shudders with pleasure. He swirls his tongue in the most divine way, lips tugging up in a smile.
It’s not enough. I want more. I want to fuck everything I feel into his throat. The years of starved lust. The touch I miss so much. The anger and fear of losing my job since I realized who he is and that he’s on my team. I want to take every fucking bit of what I feel out on those pretty lips.
He tries to pull back, but I tighten my grip on his head, keeping him in place as I work my hips. His brow pops, and I groan.
“You followed me home. I get to do what I want now.”
He gives a slight tip of his head in a nod.
“I shouldn’t want you as bad as I do.”
He lifts his shoulders, giving me a deal with it before grabbing my hips and taking control of my pace so he can fully swallow my cock.
I nearly come.
How will I ever say no to him again?
I tighten my grip and force him down further. He takes it with a moan, allowing me to take control of the pace. But I slow, not wanting to break the spell. I want this to last. I’m so fucking touch starved. I’ve walled this side of myself off so long, I’m like a dam ready to burst. I need more than just his lips on my dick. I barely kept it casual when we hooked up before. This time, I can’t. I want his lips on mine again. I want to feel our bodies pressed together.
He pulls off, licking his lips. “I want you inside me.”
“I was.” I slide a thumb over his lower lip.
“You know what I mean.” He pushes to his feet, stroking me as he rubs our mouths together.
“I know, and you don’t get to make demands when you have my cock out.” I can’t let it go that far. A blow job is one thing, but actually fucking him seems like so much more of a line to me.
He sucks in a breath, pupils dilating. “Please.”
I pull my sweats back up and put my hand on his chest to walk him backward. “I want you naked again.”
“Do I get to see all of you?” He glances over his shoulder.
“Eyes on me. I’ll guide you.”
He locks his gaze to mine, not dropping his question. “Do I?”
“Maybe, if you’re good.”
“I can be so good.”
I lead him to my bedroom and stop him in the middle. “Strip.”
He doesn’t hesitate, pulling off his shirt then kicking off his jeans to stand before me in his full glory.
Do I dare fuck him?
The culmination of all my closeted years capitulate into this moment. I’ve never fucked a man despite always knowing I’m bisexual. I held off, always allowing myself an excuse. I used my career for a long time, and then I was married. Even after she left me, I came up with excuses, including the night I fucked around with Logan.
Why do I keep stopping myself from exploring this part of me? Do I have good reasons, or do I look for any little thing to hold myself back?
“This is a bad idea.” I push my hands up his abs, contradicting every word coming out of my mouth. I’m hungry, and I don’t want to stop.
He smiles, not saying a goddamn word, because he knows. Logan carries self-assurance like most wear their insecurities. It’s intoxicating.
“Get that fucking smirk off your face.” I grab him by the thighs and haul him up, ignoring Krista’s voice in my head that I’m going to hurt myself further as I wrap his legs around my waist like I’m some damn twenty-year-old without chronic pain.
“I think you like the smirk.” He yanks at my shirt, trying to pull it off while I carry him to the bed, but he can’t manage it to get it out from between us, eliciting a hiss. “I want that off.”
I grunt through the pain and walk the few steps to the bed, tossing him down. “I’m not sure what I like.”
“It has to be the smirk, since it keeps working.” He scoots back, laying out over my mess of blankets like he owns the place.
I glare. “Do you ever stop being so cocky?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve perfected it at this point. Why would I stop?”
I growl but shed my pants and then crawl onto the bed after him, knees and hips cracking like I’m some kind of damn bag of bones. “I’d like to think you have some sort of self-preservation, but the more I get to know you, the more I realize it’s lacking.”
As soon as I’m within reach, he pushes his hands under my shirt, pulling it off me. “Are you going to fuck me or coach?” I glare, and he grins, reaching between us to grab his cock. “You’re only making me harder.”
“Don’t tell me you have some kind of coach fetish.”
“When my coach is as hot as you, how can you blame me?”
I roll my eyes, lips twitching a little—not in a smile per se, but in amusement. It’s weird. It feels like a lifetime since I’ve found anyone worth this back and forth.
He traces his fingertips over my lips before sliding his hand around the back of my head to kiss me. I give over to it, parting my lips, welcoming him in.
“I like this,” he whispers in my mouth.
“Don’t get used to it.” I can’t let him get used to any part of this, no matter how I feel.
“You can’t stop me.”
“Shut up before I do it for you.”
“Oh no! Whatever will I do with your cock in my mouth?” He lifts into me, grinding so I feel his knuckles against my cock.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you? If I come in your throat—” I break the kiss, and I don’t hesitate this time. Reaching blindly in my nightstand, I find the condoms and lube I bought when I was trying to talk myself into using a hookup app instead of letting Logan near me again.
Did I know all along this would be the use? How fucking delusional was I? Because this is what I wanted. I’ve just been too much of a coward to take it.
I sit back on my heels to pour the silky fluid over my fingers and close them around his cock, stroking him while I drink in every reaction.
He arches into my hand, every muscle flexed, putting his beautiful body on display. “Who’s fucking whom?”
“I’m not allowed to want to touch you? Fine, I won’t get you off.” I release his cock and instead tease his hole.
Logan’s eyes narrow, and I finally manage to get the smirk off his face. “I’m not used to a man who isn’t only chasing his own orgasm.”
“Who wouldn’t want to make you come?” I love watching him. Isn’t that half the fun? I add more lube to my fingers and rub his opening.
“You’d be surprised.” He picks up his head, watching me while his legs fall open.
“They’re fools.” I sink two fingers into his hole, warmth enveloping me. He’s tight as fuck. His expression changes fast, annoyance burning off into need. He grabs at every part of me he can reach, thumbing over my nipples, driving up my want. “The idea of you coming on my cock…” I cut myself off and turn my focus to putting on this damn condom, because I’m not going to last long if I don’t get inside him now.
He hooks a leg over my shoulder, opening for me even more. “Fuck me.”
“So eager.” I lean forward, pressing my tip to his opening.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you inside me.”
“What have you imagined?”
“You taking me into your office and bending me over your desk,” he says coyly.
“That will happen.” I grab his jaw and kiss him, finally letting myself give over to all the things I want to do.
I’m on fire and won’t last another second without being inside him. I push forward against his resistance and finally break past his tightness.
We both gasp, and he grabs my hip needily. I drop my head, watching him stretch around my cock. I withdraw until my tip almost falls out then thrust forward, watching his reaction. He lifts, eager for it, body writhing in ecstasy.
I could watch him forever, but he pulls my hair until I lift my face before he presses his lips under my jaw and sucks.
“You better not leave a mark I can’t explain.”
He laughs, and it’s intoxicating. He’s happy, and I miss knowing what that’s like.
I can’t keep up this position. My knee aches, and at this point, I’ve learned what my body can take. Thankfully, he’s smaller than I am, so I grab his hips and flip us over.
“Goddamn.” He shakes his head, eyes alight with amusement as he sinks down on my cock, taking me even deeper.
“What?” I ask, barely holding off coming.
“I bet you’re so hot on the ice.” His words take me out of it enough to hold off my orgasm.
“What?” How did hockey even come into this?
“The way you handle me and your cock tells me a lot about how you are with a stick.”
I stare at him like he has lost the plot. “Does that work on all the hockey players you get into bed?” A pang of jealousy hits my chest, but I shove it down. What we’re doing is bad enough. Possessive Anthony needs to stay where I’ve buried him.
“I don’t have to flatter guys into bed. I don’t have any trouble in that department. I said it because it’s true.” He presses his hands into my chest as he rides me. “Fuck me.”
“You’re the one on top,” I tease.
“I still want your hands on me. I like the way you have to control everything.”
“Noticed that, did you?” I squeeze his perfect ass, guiding his hips.
“Why do you think I’m attracted to you?” He presses a hand next to my head, changing the angle.
“Daddy issues, I assume.”
He snarls, biting my lower lip. “Unless you want me to call you daddy, watch it.”
Amusement pulls my cheeks.
“You’re hot when you do that.” He lays out over me, bringing our bodies together.
“Do what?”
“Almost smile.”
“I’m not?—”
Logan cuts me off. “I know. You could never smile. It would be against your code of conduct.”
I glare.
He laughs and sits back up, teasing me, going really fucking slow. I follow, bringing our chests together again, mouth finding his collarbone.
“I can’t leave marks but you can?” he asks in a faux annoyed tone.
“No one will ask questions about yours.” I nip and bite, finding one of his nipples when he lifts again.
“Don’t stop.” He holds my head there.
I wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking him while I bite and suck his nipples. He rides me harder, body clenching around me until he loses it, coming on my chest. I flip us back over, the adrenaline overcoming everything else in my body. I drive my cock into him, fucking him into the mattress, drawn into the bliss of our bodies and the promised release.