Chapter 9 #2
But when we parted to breathe, I hesitated. “You don’t come from being fucked.” Unless one of those hookups in the last few months had figured out something I’d missed in the two years we’d tried. I should be grateful, if so, but jealousy burned in my gut.
Except Miles shook his head. “No, I don’t, but I still love it. I want you inside me, want to see and feel you unload in my ass. You know how hard I come afterward.”
“Okay. If you want. Um, we don’t have lube. Or condoms.” Something I should’ve remembered when I asked him to fuck me because yeah, no way, no how, without lube.
“Guys used spit for centuries. You’re not that big.”
“Oh, thank you.” I put my hands on my hips and mock-glared at him.
“I like your size. Easy mouthful.” He snorted, no doubt at my expression. “And I’m on PrEP.”
“Me too.” Sticking the pills in an unmarked vial so my road roomie couldn’t recognize them was one more small part of the clusterfuck of being gay in pro hockey.
We stared at each other for a silent moment. We’d both quit PrEP the second year we were together, when we knew we were exclusive, for the long run. The fact that we’d both started again stabbed a pang of regret in my chest. I’d done that to us, broken that trust apart.
“I haven’t done much since you,” I told Miles.
“Hand jobs, a few times, found someone at a club and stuck a hand down each other’s pants.
I tried out an app, but the first guy I met up with said, ‘You look familiar,’ and he had Rafters’ hockey stuff in his place.
I said I’d made a mistake and walked out. ”
“I fucked a couple of guys, but they both came off as size queens, looking to add me to their collection. More blow jobs, guys who took a look and told me to keep that thing away from their ass.”
I ran a finger up his huge, still-hard shaft. “They don’t know what they’re missing.”
“Pretty sure they did know.” Miles shrugged. “I used condoms for the two guys. Didn’t trust them even with PrEP, you know.”
The thought of Miles fucking guys he didn’t trust made me sadder. Yeah, probably we should both get tested later, but tonight, I wanted skin on skin. I wanted Miles. “I trust you.”
“Yeah. Same. And Logan, I didn’t ask anyone else to fuck me. I don’t want that from anyone except you.”
Those words and the sincerity in Miles’s eyes brought some interest back to my flagging dick. “Yeah?”
Miles’s wide lips quirked up. “Yeah. Only one guy gets to stick his dick in my ass and not make me come.”
“Fucker.” I shoved his shoulder. “Maybe this time you will. Maybe I’ve been studying Tantric sex or something.”
“Have you?”
“Nope.” I shoved him toward the bed again, harder. “You’ll have to suffer through me having a good time all by my lonesome.”
Miles grabbed my head between his big hands and mauled my mouth.
“That’s what I want.” He tugged his jeans high enough to walk.
“Exactly what I want, except I’ll be having a good time too.
Come on.” He kicked out of his shoes, made it over to one of the upholstered chairs, and began tugging off his socks. “You, hockey player, get naked.”
I shucked jacket and shoes, hurried to the other chair, and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it on the seat. Stripped off my jeans slowly, because they were damp and I’d chosen my tightest pair. Dropped them on the floor to not stain the upholstery, and turned.
Holy fuck, maybe I had forgotten how incredible Miles looked naked.
Acres of man, golden-furred on his wide chest, meaty arms, and thick thighs, long hair tumbling down past his shoulders, blue eyes bright under his heavy brows.
He stood facing me, one big hand wrapped around his hard cock, his fingers almost long enough to circle the base. But not quite.
“You’re not naked yet,” he rumbled. “Get those shorts off.”
“Fuck.” I half-tripped, tugging my briefs over my feet, forced to clutch the arm of the chair, and Miles laughed.
“Yeah, right.” I stalked toward him, my cock totally in the game now. “You won’t be laughing when I fuck you. Get on the bed.”
Miles stripped the covers down and stretched out on his front, his face turned sideways on the pillows, his furry ass waiting for me.
I thought I might’ve liked to kiss him and make out for a while first, but at the same time, fuck, that was one awesome ass, and I wanted to give Miles something no one else had.
I sat on the mattress beside him and bent to press my open mouth against the rounded bulk of his shoulders, then swept his hair aside to kiss and nip the base of his neck. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
“You always do,” Miles murmured into his pillow.
“Spread.” I tapped the inside of one knee, and he slid his legs apart for me to climb between them, moving his knees up the bed to raise his ass.
However eager Miles was, I refused to hurry this, though.
I kissed my way down his back, inch by slow inch, running my tongue over the fuzzy hair and soft skin.
“My back’s not a sex zone.”
“No?” I swiped a wet lick over the base of his spine, above the deep cleft of his ass, and he groaned. He had two dimples there and I dug the tip of my tongue into each one.
“Maybe some.” Miles shifted restlessly under me, no doubt rubbing his hard dick against the sheet. “A little.”
I filled my hands with the heavy firm mounds of his ass, opening and closing them, flashing his asshole at myself.
“Having fun?”
“Yep.” I trailed a fingertip down that cleft until I reached the soft pucker of his opening, then lower, working down far enough to press over his taint.
Miles hummed and arched up into my touch. I played for a minute, sliding my finger from his asshole to the base of his balls and back to his perineum, alternating light pressure and firm rubs till he whined. “Planning to fuck me someday?”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
“Fucker. Maybe I need Dillon.”
A pathetic flash of jealousy went through me at the thought of him fucking himself with the dildo. “All you need is me,” I told him. I would make that true.
I sucked my finger, getting it wet, and pressed against his opening. One finger went okay, but the tight cling of his asshole was different without lube. I bent and licked him, my face smooshed to his round ass, working him with my tongue until his hole softened.
He moaned. “Mm. Fuck, that’s good. But I want your dick.”
I eased back and spat on his hole, worked my finger in and out, watching Miles shiver and spread his thighs wider.
When I got deep enough to hit his prostate, he groaned and closed his eyes. “Yeah. There.”
More spit, and I went in with two fingers. His ass was fucking tight. “There might be lotion in the bathroom.”
“Most lotion stings up inside. Just go slow.”
I didn’t ask if he was sure. The way he arched into my touch, chasing my fingers when I pulled back, said yeah, he was.
My undersized dick had never seemed like a bonus till that moment, but fuck, I was going to take not being bigger than two fingers as a win tonight. “Ready?” I asked Miles.
He turned his face farther to the side on his pillow. “Kiss me and fucking fuck me.”
Nothing I wanted to do more.
I bent sideways over him and pressed my mouth to his parted lips, then settled myself between his legs.
The sight of Miles waiting for me, his powerful back bent, his round ass up and ready, almost made me come before I even got inside.
Yeah. Hell, yeah. Miles might not come from this, but I was going to make him feel good.
I reached under him where his dick was soft but leaking steadily, and swiped his precum over my cockhead.
“Okay, tell me if you need to stop, right?”
“Sure. Fuck me.”
I held the base of my dick and pressed against Miles’s waiting asshole.