CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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The weight of Jason’s body on mine erases every miserable hour I spent thinking I’d never touch him again. His cock presses hard against mine, and I want to memorize every second of this.
“I can’t believe I didn’t come here earlier,” I say.
“You should have,” Jason grumbles.
I grin up at him, then he captures my mouth again. Right, no talking. Kissing is better. Way better.
He grabs hold of my shoulders and flips us over, so I’m pushing him into the mattress.
“You like that better, baby?” I ask.
His cheeks redden, but he doesn’t say no.
I kiss him again, harder this time, and when he moans against me, I know I’m doing it how he likes it.
The mattress is way better than the sand. It’s not too hot, warmed by sunlight, and there’s no chance of an insect crawling on it.
“Missed you,” he says.
“You don’t have to miss me anymore,” I promise.
Did I say too much? Jason is closeted. Is he going to worry I want a real relationship with him? Where we move in together and start talking about adoption and the merits of various Boston suburbs?
I don’t want to scare him away. I don’t want him to think I want an invitation to sit with the WAGS. I don’t want him to feel forced and ill at ease.
He’s just adjusted to the idea he likes guys.
I’m not here to turn his life upside down.
I’m here to make him happy.
To cherish him.
To do all the things other people failed to do before.
Because this, being with him in his apartment, is enough. It’s more than I ever hoped for. He’s grumpy, and he pouts, but there’s no one like him in all the world. I want to spend as much time with him as he’ll let me.
If it means I sneak into his apartment from time to time, that’s fine.
More than fine.
It’s great.
I kiss him harder, and I love the way he writhes beneath me, as if he’s on the verge of exploding. I love how responsive he is. And I love turning him on.
I move my fingers along his body, and he whines beneath me. I move my hands to his hair, massaging his scalp, and I’m sure I can feel his heart beat madly against his ribs.
I stop kissing and raise my torso.
Worry flits over his handsome features. Does he think there’s any possibility in the world where I would walk out of here?
Absolutely not.
“Too many clothes,” I tell him.
“Oh.” His features relax. His pink lips spread into a smile. His blue eyes sparkle. “You’re right.”
I help him up, then he stares at me, his lips slightly parted.
I smile and remove his jacket. “It probably has wrinkles now. I’m sorry.”
He blinks. “I don’t mind. I’ll, um, get it dry-cleaned.”
Right. The man is a multi-millionaire. He makes seven figures a year.
I straddle him, then remove his tie. He waits patiently, which is sort of hot.
“I like that they make you dress up after games,” I say.
“Gotta look good for whoever’s waiting at the door.”
“Do you often find people at your door?” I hate that my voice wobbles and that my smile feels like it might fall off my face.
He frowns, then unbuttons his shirt. “You’re the first person to come to my door.”
My smile wobbles.
“And the only person I want,” he adds hastily.
“You’re sweet.”
His brows shoot together, and he glares. “Have you been paying attention to me at all?”
I give a startled giggle, then everything is okay between us again.
“I have noticed the grumpiness.” I kiss his nose. “It’s adorable.”
He sneers, but his eyes totally soften.
I giggle harder. Joy bounces through me. He presses his lips together, I’m pretty sure to keep from joining. His eyes do that shimmering thing again, and I know he’s pleased.
He removes my shirt with reverence, as if he wasn’t just in a locker room with professional athletes where washboard abs are a thing.
He traces the line of hair that runs from my belly button to my groin.
“I-I know I don’t look that great,” I say.
His eyes snap open, then narrow. “Who told you that?”
“Um...?” I gesture to my body. “I’m sure hockey players aren’t supposed to be legally blind.”
“That’s not optimal,” he agrees. He grabs my wrists. “But no one says anything bad about you.”
“They wouldn’t be lying.”
“Your body is cute.”
I raise an eyebrow, but he nods with the eagerness of a geology professor showing a particularly interesting rock on a university field trip. “Soft. Buddha-ish.”
My eyes widen.
“I mean, not as round as the Buddha.”
“I should hope not.” I glance at my stomach. It curves out.
Fuck.
“You look well-nourished.” Then he kneads my stomach, then bends down to kiss it.
Okay. Jason is pretty amazing. It’s possible that amazingness doesn’t extend to fantastic taste, but I won’t argue against myself more. It’s not like I’m actively trying to convince him to see fault in me. I’m not a total idiot. Just a partial one. Which more than suffices. Trust me.
“I have condoms in my bedside drawer,” he says.
“Oh. You want...”
Sex. Jason wants sex. With me.
Full-on sex. The kind that wasn’t possible on the island. The kind not everyone has.
I turn to him. “You don’t need to do it for my sake.”
“I know.” His eyes are too wide, and pink spreads over his chest.
I hesitate.
“Please?” He trembles.
Jason is worried I’ll say no.
“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” I clamber off him and rush to the drawer. I pull out condoms and lube, then fling them onto the bed.
Jason watches me, his fingers drumming over the expensive sheets in a too-quick rhythm.
“Lie down.”
Relief moves over his face, and he plops his body back onto the bed at once. I crawl toward him, keeping eye contact, and I swear to God I can see his pulse increase.
I unbuckle his belt, then slide it off. I fling it onto the rug.
“You making my room messier, Prescott?”
“Um, maybe?”
His eyes dance, and I brush my fingers over his crotch.
His eyes go funny, and his cock hardens further.
I remove his socks, then slide his trousers off him.
He’s naked. Jason Larvik is naked in front of me, cock hard and leaking. My Jason.
I hurry and take off my pants, take off my socks, take off my boxer briefs. I fling everything onto a chair.
“Showing off your sports prowess?” Jason grins.
“Everything landed in the chair!”
“That’s my baby,” Jason says, and my nerves sprint, adrenaline spiking, as if I’m carrying fire through my veins.
I’m going to enter Jason.
“Are you sure?” I ask again.
“I trust you.” He scrambles onto his stomach.
If there was any doubt Jason wanted me to top him, it’s gone now.
“Yeah, Jason. That sounds great.”
I make sure he has a pillow under his head to keep him comfortable, then I rearrange his legs, so his bottom is raised.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jason.” I caress his skin.
I move my hand to his cock. It’s harder than before. It pulses in my hand, and pre-cum leaks from it.
“You wet for me, baby?”
He groans beneath me again. I turn my attention to his ass.
God. Hockey players definitely work their glutes.
“This is magnificent,” I say, running my hands over his two round globes.
He waves his ass in front of me.
I spread his cheeks, then stare. “Your hole is so tiny and pink.”
I press a finger along his crease, stopping when I get to the tight muscle. Jason trembles beneath me, and I murmur more compliments.
It’s easy to compliment him.
Every part of his body is sculpted. Every feature is perfect. I can practically see his beautiful people genes, his party boy jock dad and hockey groupie mom.
I squirt some lube on my hands, caressing his balls as I suck on his cheeks. His cock jerks. I continue playing with his ass, sucking on his cheeks, until he’s bucking and wriggling.
I spread his cheeks, admiring his pink hole again. I rub the pad of my finger down the crease. My own cock is hard. I’m so ready to go in.
Instead, I take my time, enjoying his pants and gasps. I lick his hole, and he gives a delighted scream. I smile against his puckered flesh. I trace all the things I want to tell him on his hole, moving my tongue.
He bucks beneath me. He’s a bull, but I’m his rider.
“We can stop anytime. I won’t mind. We can try this as often as you like or not at all,” I promise.
I slide the condom on. I’m ready to go.
“I’m going to go where no man has gone before,” I say, pressing against him.
“You’re such a dork,” Jason mumbles into the pillow, but his voice is fond.
I don’t go right in because I’m going to make this as painless as possible for him. I slide one finger in, then another.
My cock jerks, because this is super hot.
Then I press my cock against his hole. I don’t push it in yet. I give Jason the chance to get used to the feeling.
He shudders beneath me.
Fuck.
“I’m going in.”
“Where no man has gone before,” Jason says this time.
I snort.
“Hey, this is the only time you’re going to be able to use this line,” Jason says.
“Fine. Ten, nine, eight.”
“Seriously?” Jason laughs.
“I’m a serious person. Counting is serious. Seven, six, five.”
“Four,” Jason adds with a giggle.
“Three, two, one,” we say together, and I push inside him.
I go slowly, moving into his tight, warm heat. I play with his balls and stroke his shaft, and he remains hard and leaking. My fingers move to his nipples, before I return to his cock.
And finally I’m inside.
“Houston, we have success,” I say.
Jason chuckles below me. “Are you calling me the moon?”
“Well.” I rub his cheeks, and he laughs.
I pull all the way out, then slide inside again, angling toward his prostate.
“Shit,” he exclaims. “That’s, um...”
I do it again. “You better think it’s good.”
“It’s good,” he says hastily. “It’s really good. Like really, really good.”
I grin into the room.
I am not acting cool.
Luckily, Jason doesn’t care.
I continue to aim for the soft spongy material in his ass. I move faster and faster, and all of a sudden we’re not talking anymore. Words are way too much activity for what we’re doing.
We’re flying together, and it feels every bit as wondrous as going to space.
Way more wondrous in fact, because I’ve never mused to myself that I’ve wanted to float over the earth, but I have definitely, absolutely longed for Jason.
I didn’t think this would happen, but it has.
I can’t imagine him not being in my life.
He’s super awesome.
I keep on thrusting.
“I’m...close...” Jason pants below me.
I lean down to his ear. “Come for me, baby. I want you to come.”
Jason shudders beneath me, and the scent of his seed fills the air. In the next moment, I explode.
Jason’s knees tremble, and I remove my cock from his ass, then roll him onto his side. “How was that?”
Jason doesn’t answer immediately, just stares at me with soft, amazed eyes.