Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TYLER
I fluttered my eyes open to sunlight streaming in between the blue blackout curtains over the window and wrapped my arm tighter around Rowan. He was pressed to my front, and I was pretty sure our bodies had gravitated toward each other all night. God, I’d slept well with him beside me. It was like his presence calmed something in my soul.
Nuzzling my face into the back of his neck, I breathed him in and pressed my morning wood into his backside. We’d confessed our feelings last night, and it had felt right. Everything had just clicked into place at the game, and I’d realized I wanted him by my side…always. When they pulled Rowan from the game, it was like my own heart had been ripped from my chest and left with him. I couldn’t wait for the game to be over so I could get to him. Jesus fuck, I had it bad. Would he go to Chicago with me if given the chance? I had the connections to at least get him into a minor league there. Would he do that for me? We had time. We’d figure things out. Who knew if I’d even end up there?
“I can hear you thinking from here.” With a soft chuckle, he rolled in my arms to his back, his sleepy gaze winding to mine. “Shit, what time is it? ”
“No idea, but we have nowhere to be.” I rocked my hips, pressing my now-aching dick into him. Would he be open to more this morning?
“Damn, someone is very awake.” He rolled again, facing me, grabbed my hips, and slotted his hot, hard cock next to mine. He fussed with a lock of my hair on my forehead. “You know you always have perfect fucking hair? Even in the morning.”
“What?” The corner of my lips curled. That was a weird but nice thing to say. The pressure of his dick against mine shivered heat over my skin.
“It’s just one of the things I’ve noticed about you. You have perfect hair, a perfect body, and you play well?—”
“Perfect?” I huffed a laugh. “I don’t think so. I make mistakes. Especially on the ice. I did end up in the sin bin for a whole two minutes last night.” As I admired the adorable freckles scattering across the bridge of his nose, I planted a kiss on his plump lips.
“Yeah, but that was because of me.” He placed his palm on my cheek and brushed his thumb over it. “I make you imperfect and, therefore, human.” He offered a slow grin. “At least in my eyes.”
I raised my brows. “Are you sure you didn’t get a concussion last night too?” This was crazy talk, but I kind of liked it.
“Tyler, one of the reasons I came here was a chance to play with you. I think before I met you, I thought of you as some sort of D-line hockey god. But now…” He rubbed his nose on mine. “Now you’re my god.”
As butterflies took flight in my gut, my vision blurred, and I swallowed through the tightness in my throat. “Hell, Rowan, that might be the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me.” That was it. I was in love. No denying it. I bit the inside of my cheek as the words halted on the tip of my tongue. Too soon to be telling him that.
He gave me a coy smile. “I told you I was serious about this.” As he pressed his dick against mine, he scraped his teeth over his lower lip, and his eyes shut for a moment. “Fucking hell, we need to do something about this morning wood. I’m horny as fuck.”
Reaching my hand between us, I gave his firm cock a long, slow stroke. It pulsed in my palm and his body quivered. “You’re so sexy, Rowan.” As heat burned in my belly, I ravaged his mouth in hungry kisses and slid over top of him, being careful of his knee and the compression bandage over it.
Slanting his lips over mine, he danced his tongue against mine and skimmed his hands down my back to squeeze my ass. “You feel good on top of me.” He bit and nibbled his way down the column of my neck, pinching my skin between his teeth while thrusting his dick into mine.
With a shuddering breath, I said, “I want to do more with you, Rowan.” I found his lips and devoured them, sucking the lower into my mouth and releasing it, and then claiming him again and again. As his dick rubbed against my own, sparks of pleasure lit up my spine.
Rowan groaned and arched his back, pressing harder against me. “I want more too.” He rolled me over and slid down my body, keeping his injured knee straightened and stopping at my nipples. As he sucked one into his mouth, he gently pinched the other.
A shock of sensation jerked my dick and precum leaked from it. “Yeah, keep going.” I pushed on his shoulders, urging him on.
As the edge of his lips curled, he nibbled and licked his way down my abs, flicking his tongue in the grooves and then nuzzling his face against my shaft. “This what you want?” He flashed his eyes at me.
With a quick nod, I raked my teeth over my lower lip, my gaze taking in his blown pupils and swollen lips. “But don’t make me come yet.” Would it freak him out to try some anal play?
“Okay.” Fisting the base of my cock, he flicked his tongue at the slit, lapping up a bead of precum, then swallowed me whole .
“Oh fuck.” As sensation shuddered my body, I arched my back and slapped my hands to the back of his head, bending my knees and throwing them wide.
Rowan placed long, slow strokes on my dick, like he was savoring it, and massaged my balls.
As pleasure wound and ebbed inside me, I freed moan after moan. He was driving me crazy.
Saliva dribbled from his mouth and down my nuts, and he ran his fingers under them, dangerously close to my hole.
Would he go there? I looked down at him, his eyes closed and mouth working me as if totally caught up in giving me pleasure. I thrust my hips, bringing his fingers that much closer. “Fuck me with your finger, baby.” I groaned. Yeah, I’d said it aloud. Lifting my head, I peeked at him.
His gaze met mine and he popped off my dick. “I’ve never…” He released a soft chuckle. “Shit, I was about to say I’ve never done that before, but I’ve never done a lot of things we’ve been doing.” Shifting his attention to my ass, he rubbed a slick finger into my crease.
My hole clenched and my dick jerked off my stomach. “Do you want to?”
“If it makes you feel good, yeah.” He circled my entrance, lapped at the crown of my cock, and slipped the tip of his finger inside me.
“Sweet Jesus, that’s good.” As a jolt of pleasure rippled up my spine, I lifted my knees higher, giving him full access. I wanted him to fuck me. This little tease wasn’t nearly enough. Would he do it? “Rowan…would you?—”
“God, yes.” He rolled off me to his back, shimmying up on the bed, and pointed at his injured knee, his rock-solid dick stretching to his navel. “But how? And I don’t have any lube. We need lube, right?”
“I do, and I have an idea.” I flicked my gaze to my bag laying by the wall. Maybe he couldn’t take me from behind, but I could surely fuck myself on his mouth-watering cock. “You stay here.” I hopped off the bed and jogged to my bag, resting in the corner of his room, and pulled out my wallet. I always kept lube and a condom handy, and right now, I was fucking happy I did.
Holding the packets up, I walked to the bed.
His eyes grew wide, and his lips parted. “Did you come over here thinking we’d be needing those?”
“Not necessarily. I’m always prepared.” I set the packets on his nightstand and crawled onto the bed, lying beside him. As I placed a few long tugs on his dick, I said, “Having second thoughts?”
With a groan, he rasped, “No, not at all.” Wrapping his hand around my nape, he pulled our mouths together, sliding his tongue inside and encouraging me with passionate kisses.
Breaking the kisses, I straddled him on my knees, grabbed his cock, and rubbed it inside my crease. My hole puckered and my cock pulsed, leaking precum. I had a feeling this was going to be the best fucking of my life.
His eyes rolled back in his head and his body shuddered. “Oh my God, you’re going to fuck yourself on me, aren’t you?” He grabbed my hips and pushed me lower, his darkened gaze snapping to mine.
“I am.” I fell forward, wrapping my forearms around his head, and brushed my lips over his. “First, I need to be prepped.” How much did he know about anal sex?
“Can I do it?” Grasping my ass cheeks with both hands, he pressed his finger against my hole. “It was kinda hot doing that to you.”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t have asked for anything better. “Use the lube.” I reached for it and tore it open with my teeth, then squirted some on his fingers. “Go in slowly.”
“I know. I’ve, um…” His cheeks flushed. “I watched a video.” He bit the side of his lower lip.
“Did you now?” Hell yes, I had a keeper. “Go ahead.” I shifted higher over him, giving him better reach, my firm cock almost to his lips .
“Give it to me.” With a smirk, he opened his mouth. “Come on, I can do two things at once.” He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and stroked.
Moving my hips higher, I sprawled my legs out and placed my dick at his lips. Heat shivered inside me. I’d thought we were going to be doing something simple this morning, but damn, he’d surprised me in a good way.
As he sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, he slid a finger inside me, pumping both at the same pace.
I arched and relaxed into his touch as my body burned and then hummed with pleasure. “Yeah, fucking good, baby. Do it.” Biting my lip, I watched him lick my crown, tension building inside me.
He slipped off my dick. “More? Am I doing this right?” He wrinkled his forehead.
I brushed my fingers over his cheek. He wanted so badly to please me. It was adorable. “Yes, to both. More, and you’re doing it right.” I kissed his nose. “You can add another finger.”
As he slipped another finger inside me, he groaned over my cock and sucked at the head.
His fingers pegged my prostate, and stars lit up behind my eyes, my whole body shuddering. I whimpered. I needed more of that. “Holy fuck, Rowan. Let’s do this. I’m ready.”
He pulled off my cock and stared up at me with hooded lids. “Okay, but be careful. I’m on a hair trigger here.”
“Don’t worry.” I knew what I was doing. Rising onto my knees and keeping my gaze locked to his, I rolled the condom on his dick, slathered lube over it, lined it up to my hole, and then slipped the tip inside me. I swooned with pleasure and heat.
He gasped and his face tensed. “Holy fuck. Go slow.” His fingers dug into my hips. “I’m serious. I don’t want to come already.”
“I don’t want that either.” I slowly worked down over him, inch by inch, stopping, rising a bit, and then coming down farther, gauging his reaction. “You okay, baby? ”
Panting, he shuddered and nodded quickly. “I-I like when you call me baby.” His throat dipped with a firm swallow and his gaze darted between my eyes. “Fucking hell, Tyler. This is the most amazing and intense thing I’ve ever done.”
I lowered all the way, his heat filling my insides, and rested my balls at the bottom of his stomach. I bent over him. How could I not love him right now? He was giving me everything.
His gaze fell to my lips. “Kiss me. Can you kiss me and fuck me at the same time?” He moved his hips, his dick slipping from me, and then thrust into me. “Oh fucking hell.” His grip on my hips grew tighter.
“I guess that’s a yes?” Devouring him in searing kisses, I bobbed over him in time with his thrusts. We couldn’t go as deep this way, but I wanted him to have what he needed. After a minute or so, the tension coiled into an intense ache inside me. I lifted and rode him, slapping my ass on his balls, holding onto his abs.
His body broke out in goosebumps and trembled. “Coming, gonna come, oh hell.”
Fisting my cock with one hand, I adjusted the angle of his dick inside me. As he hit my bundle of nerves, waves of pleasure shot through me and curled my toes. I gasped and moaned with each one. “Come for me, baby.”
His brows tensed, his mouth dropped open, and he was silent and still for a beat, and then he shuddered beneath me, whimpering.
As my pleasure built to the sweet edge, I pumped my cock and took him deep inside me. “Fuck, coming.” My ass clenched around him at the same time my dick pulsed in my hand, painting his chest with my cum. My whole body tingled and shivered as wave after wave hit me.
As it slowed, I panted over him, totally spent. “Jesus, what a way to wake up.” I slipped off him and fell to the side. He’d totally surprised me.
“No kidding. For a while there, I didn’t even know my knee existed.” With a chuckle, he removed the condom, tied it off, and threw it to the floor.
Shit, his knee. Rolling to my side, I propped on my elbow with my head in my palm. “How is your knee?”
“It’s fine.” He bent it slightly. “A little stiff. I think I need to move it.” His gaze found mine, and he gave me a small grin. “I can’t believe I just had anal sex.” He rested his hand on my cheek. “And I fucking loved it.”
He used the word love. “Yeah? So you’re not freaking out?” I kissed his palm.
“Nope. Guess I’m definitely bisexual. Or maybe gay?” He brushed his fingertips down my chest. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m smitten.”
With a stuttered laugh, I said, “Smitten?” I edge closer to him. “Isn’t that some older-generation slang?”
“Nope, just Rowan slang, I guess.” His brows furrowed. “Tyler, I know we talked about condoms, and you’re on that anti-HIV drug. But what do you think about going bareback someday?”
My heart lurched. “Bareback?” I’d never done it. “Uh, I suppose if things progressed between us and?—”
“Progressed how?” Twisting to his side, he tucked his hand under his pillow and studied me.
“Like if we agree to be serious.” Should I have just said boyfriends? I was in love with him, for fuck’s sake. What was I waiting for? “Or, I mean, boyfriends?” I winced. What if it was too much for him?
“Yes.” A grin crept over his lips. “Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend.” His brow furrowed. “Because if I found you so much as looking at another dude, I’d be crushed.”
My heart flip-flopped. He was all but saying those three words. “You don’t have to worry. I only see you.” Leaning in, I kissed him deeply. How had I fallen so hard and fast for him? As the kiss broke, I glanced at his knee. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” I positioned myself over his knee and started to unwrap the bandage.
“You’re changing the subject. If we’re boyfriends now and we get tested and come up negative for everything, can we try it without the condoms?” He peered at me.
I stopped unwrapping and snapped my gaze to his. “I, uh, yeah. I guess so.” Why was I being hesitant about this? Because it meant so much.
“You guess?” He sat up straight and placed his hand on my shoulder. “I don’t want anything between us, Tyler. I want all of you.” His brows wrinkled.
Was I still dreaming and didn’t know it? I raked my gaze over his gorgeous face and down to his muscled chest. “Okay then, yes. We’ll get tested, and no more condoms.” My pulse picked up speed. This was one hell of a commitment. But then, I trusted him, and I sure as hell didn’t want anyone else. Taking a deep breath, I shifted my attention to his knee. “Now, let’s check this out.”
As he bent his knee slightly, I unwound the bandage from it. “Shit, it’s swollen.” I pressed my index finger into the inside of his knee, where the swelling was its worst.
“You going to ice me up?” He smirked at me.
“Of course.” Bending over, I kissed the swelling. “Have to try and kiss it better first.” I snickered.
With a soft laugh, he said, “You’re a goof, but you’re my goof.”
After icing Rowan’s knee and helping him shower, we dressed, and I got him comfortable on his couch. “What do you have for breakfast around here?” I left him with an ice pack on the sofa and strolled into his kitchen.
“Everything a growing hockey boy needs. Eggs, whole grain bread, fruit, yogurt, you name it. ”
“Okay.” I opened cabinets and peeked inside, getting familiar with the layout of his kitchen. Everything was well organized. “How about I make us some eggs in a basket?” I pulled bread down from an upper cabinet and then grabbed eggs out of the refrigerator.
“Oh, I haven’t had that in forever. Hell yes.” He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the television.
“Coffee?” I eyed his single-serving coffee maker. He had to have pods around here somewhere.
“Yes, please.” He put on a news program. “This is like being little and having my parents taking care of me again.”
“Just call me Daddy.” I snickered and pulled out a frying pan and butter. After finding the coffee pods, I started a cup. I wanted to spend some time with him today, but should he be out of the apartment much with his knee? “Hey, what do you want to do today?” I was pretty much caught up on my assignments, so…
He twisted around on the couch. “Spend time with you. I don’t care what we do.” He glanced at his knee, spread on the couch with an icepack. “But I’m going to need to get out of here at some point, or I’ll go bonkers. I can walk with my brace.”
“Okay.” Nodding, I added creamer to his coffee and brought it to him. “You know, we could go see a matinee and have dinner somewhere.”
“You mean like a real date?” He took the coffee from me and sipped it.
“Yeah, like a real date.” I rubbed my hands together. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone on a date. “We could go to Tempe Marketplace.” They had a movie theater and restaurants in proximity, so he wouldn’t need to walk much.
“Perfect.” He squeezed my hand and released it.
After breakfast, we’d hung around and figured out what movie to see and then I’d driven him to his car, still sitting in the parking lot at the barn. He’d insisted on driving and his bad leg was on the left, so I’d entertained the idea. Plus, he did need his car.
“It’s about time you got to see my baby.” He waved his arm over a dark-gray Mustang. “She’s a two thousand six GT, and with the mods I put on the engine, she’s pushing three hundred and forty horsepower.”
I looked the car over, the body style reminiscent of the original version from the 1970s. But what did I know about cars? Nothing. “It’s nice.” As he unlocked the doors with his key fob, I opened his for him. “Need help getting inside?”
“I don’t think so. But could you move the seat back?” He eyed the driver’s seat.
“Are you sure you can drive?” I rubbed my chin. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
“I’m going to have to in order to get to class tomorrow.” He twisted his lips. “I can take off the brace. I don’t need it if I’m not putting any weight on it, and it’ll feel good to bend it.”
“Want me to take it off now then?” I crouched, freed the straps on the brace, and removed it.
Holding my shoulder, he said, “Thanks.”
After throwing the brace into the backseat, I stood and hooked an arm around his waist. “Okay, let’s go.” I helped him into the car.
“You know what? I want to take you to the car show at The Pavilions sometime.” He started the engine, and it roared to life, making a loud rumbling as it settled in.
“What’s that?” I slid into my seat. Holy shit, this thing was loud. Not as loud as a Harley, but still. “It ah, sounds meaty.”
“Yep, and the engine is wicked clean.” He squeezed my thigh. “I was reading that The Pavilions, the shopping center over on Indian Bend, has an amateur car show on Saturday nights. People bring their babies, line them up, and show them off.”
With a nod, I said, “Oh, okay.” He was really into this car thing. It was a side of him I hadn’t seen.
“I can show off my new hot boyfriend too.” He gave me a lopsided grin.
Warmth wrapped around my heart. “Of course.” I leaned in and planted a hard kiss on his lips. I’d learn about cars just for him. “Next time we’re in town on a Saturday night, let’s do it.”