Chapter 8 #2
My cock twitched against his stomach as sensation pulsed through me. The last man I’d gone bareback with was Ian. I was not expecting this conversation tonight. “Yeah, okay.” I’d have to mull this over, but why not?
“I’ve never fucked a guy before, but then, I’m never with the same guy more than once or twice.” He placed a soft bite on my nipple while teasing the other with his fingers.
As tension coiled inside me, I whimpered. “Whatever you want, Alex. We can do it.” Hell, bareback it was. I kissed the top of his head.
He fell backward, taking me with him, and then we shimmied further up the bed, our hot cocks pushing together through our clothes.
Propping on my elbows, I brushed his bangs from his forehead. “What do you want tonight?”
“I have some lube. Maybe jerk us both at once again?” He raked his teeth across his lower lip. “I want to kiss you while you come.” His gaze searched my face.
“Sure.” I rolled off him. “Get the lube.” When and where had he gotten lube? While he hopped off the bed and grabbed lube from his bag, I made quick work of discarding my clothing. We had yet to be fully naked together.
“Oh, yeah, now I really like that.” He stood at the side of the bed, admiring me, and then tossed me the lube.
“Hold on.” He shucked his shirt over his head and then dropped his sweats and underwear to the floor and kicked them off.
As he crawled onto the bed, he gave me a wicked grin.
“This is precisely what I need to forget all the bullshit of that game.”
“I’m glad to be of service.” I lay on my back, the tension inside me heightening. How would it feel to be his first?
He crept over me and lowered himself, chest to chest, hip to hip, his bare skin igniting me. Propped on his elbows, he placed lazy kisses on my mouth. “This is nice, Julian. Isn’t it?” He pressed harder, slipping his tongue inside, tangling it with mine.
“Mm-hmm.” I slanted my mouth across his, intensifying our kisses, and trailed my fingers down his muscled back to grip his strong ass.
As I rocked my hips, our cocks rubbed together.
Fuck, lube. “Hold on.” I grabbed the bottle, squirted lube onto my hand, and while he lifted to the side, I slathered both our cocks.
He hissed and his eyes grew darker. “Feels good already.” With a sly grin, he resumed his position and started a fresh round of heated kisses, rocking his hips and rubbing our hard dicks together.
Sensation spiraled up my spine with the intense pressure and friction. As my tongue swiped across his, needy little moans escaped me. I enjoyed kissing him so intimately while pleasure hummed inside my body. It was something I rarely had.
As he quickened his pace, he groaned and left my mouth to suck and bite my neck. “You’re so fucking sexy, Julian,” he rasped.
“So are you.” I snuck my hand between us, and he lifted his hips enough for me to fist both our cocks and stroke. This was pleasant, but I needed more. Pleasure unwound inside me and my cock jerked against his. How long could I keep this going? “Fuck, feels good. Do you feel good?”
“Oh, hell yes.” He shuddered and dribbled precum into my palm. “Getting close, be careful.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
As a shiver raced down my side, a wave of sensation swept through me. “Fuck, we need to go faster, Alex.”
He thrust harder, faster against me, and a rumbling moan left his throat. “Do it, make us come.” As he swallowed my gasp in a fresh round of kisses, he trembled.
Pumping quickly, I met his thrusts with my own, writhing under him and devouring his mouth in fiery kisses.
As the peak of sensation tore through me, I left his mouth and cried out.
“Fuck, coming…coming so hard.” Wave after wave of pleasure sparked through me, my hot cum erupting from my cock. As my toes curled, my face tensed.
With a deep groan, he covered my mouth in urgent kisses and thrust against me, his firm dick swelling further until his cum shot between us and mixed with mine. When it subsided, he buried his face in my neck and panted. “That was good, Julian.”
“It was.” My brain was like jelly. I hadn’t come in here for this, but subconsciously, maybe I had?
I relaxed into the mattress, the weight of him an odd comfort.
As I brushed my clean hand across his wide back, warmth crept across my chest. Would it be so terrible to spend the night spooning with him again?
“We should clean up. Shower with me?” He rose and sat with tucked legs beside me. “I’m pretty sticky.”
“Yeah, frotting is a lot messier than blowjobs.” With a snicker, I hopped off the bed.
In the shower, he carefully washed me and then himself while planting little kisses all over me.
I’d never had such an intimate shower before.
But it was just his style. While dressing in the room, I asked, “Why do you think you didn’t play well today?
” I braced myself. Would he blame me? But he’d been so welcoming tonight.
He sighed and skimmed his underwear and sweats up his legs. “I’m not going to lie. I think I was out of my routine, and it threw me off.” He hopped onto the bed with his back against the pillows and the headboard.
I straightened after pulling my shirt on. “So, it’s my fault.” I’d been correct.
“I didn’t say that.” He patted the bed next to him. “But we should talk about things.”
“Okay.” Was this where he’d ask to end our arrangement? My chest constricted as I hopped onto the bed beside him.
“On game days, I have a certain routine I follow.” He grabbed my head and kissed the back of it. “It throws me off if I don’t. As you saw today.” His gaze met mine. “Why do you look so pensive?”
“You want to stop hooking up.” There, I’d said it for him. As an ache floated across my heart, I let out a long exhale. I’d get over it.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” He turned toward me.
“Julian, I said on game days I need to follow my routine. That means before a game, I’ll need my nap.
I’ll need time to focus, watch game footage, get my head into it.
” He raised the edge of his lips. “But after games, like tonight? Anything goes. Okay?”