Chapter 17 #2
His voice dropped an octave lower as he rocked his hips against me. “Well, that’s fucking bullshit.”
“I know. I’m not opposed to doing more field research,” I murmured, dipping my head low. I licked his earlobe. “But let’s not get our hopes up.”
He snorted, then groaned and tipped his head back, giving me access to his neck. “I’m for it.”
“There’s only one problem. I can’t do this.”
He froze, his head lifting slightly. “I—are you serious?”
“I am.” I wasn’t going to torture him for long though. “I really can’t do this without kissing you first.”
His entire body twitched in a jolt, and then he let out a sharp exhale. “You’re such a dick!” He took another breath. “Alexio—do you really want to kiss me?”
“More than anything. I know what I said before. I regret all of that. I could have been kissing you this whole time if I wasn’t such an asshole, and—”
Before I could finish, Jonah’s feet were back on the floor, and suddenly, I was against the wall. He had me by either side of my face, and there was only a moment—a single heartbeat—before his mouth was on mine.
Fuck. Fuck, he kissed like a god. Like a desperate, wanton god. Like a man fucking possessed, and I realized that I was the same. My energy was matching his, my hands moving over his body, not knowing where to start, not knowing how to stop.
His tongue was hot, a little sweet, a little spiced as it fucked into my mouth in a mimic of what I wanted to do to his ass later. His dick was pulsing hard, and he was rocking it against my thigh as he straddled my left leg, and I could feel my own dribbling rivers of precome into my pants.
“Bed,” I gasped, pulling away. “We need…I can’t…”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice thready and soft. His cheeks were flushed pink, making his subtle freckles stand out like someone had flicked paint across his skin.
I touched his jaw. “I’m in a fuckload of pain, and I want to do this properly.”
“Oh god, that check,” he murmured.
“You watched it?”
“It sounded awful.” He eased back away, then took both my hands and tugged me through the apartment. I went easily, passing Athena, who was licking her paws in her window seat, tripping past the doorway into his bedroom.
Jonah shut the door behind us, and the only light after that was through cracked blinds in the window.
But that was fine. I didn’t need light to see him.
I had my hands, my body, my mouth. I knew the way to his bed, and I eased him down, taking my time to pull off his sweater and jogging pants, leaving him on full display.
“Are you looking at me?”
I grazed a touch down his torso, then cupped his cock. “Yes. Is that okay?”
“Only if I can look at you,” he said.
I leaned in and kissed him again now that I could. Now that I knew he’d kiss me back. I indulged in ways I never had with a partner before. I let myself taste all of him, feel all of him. I lingered, sharing breath with his open mouth touching mine.
“Yes?” he finally asked, breaking the spell.
“Yes.”
He went for the hem of my shirt, then stopped and traced a touch upward. “What are you wearing?”
“Hoodie and basketball shorts,” I admitted.
He burst into laughter. “No suit?”
“I hopped on the first private jet available to get here. I slept in this,” I told him.
“Oh my god, you’re such a fucking nerd.” He sat up, knocking me back, and his trembling hands quickly worked all of my clothes off, dropping them in a soft heap beside the bed. And then he got his hands on me.
All over.
I hissed when he hit each bruise and groaned when he found the tender spots that desperately wanted attention. He moved a hand between my legs, feeling over my balls, then lower, between my cheeks—fingers swirling around my hole.
“Hairy.”
“Want me to shave?”
He grinned. “Absolutely not. I can’t grow hair to save my life.”
I had noticed and wondered only once if he waxed.
His fingers pulsed against my hole, and I groaned, dropping my forehead to his shoulder. “Is that—do you want to fuck me?”
“Would you like that? Do you enjoy being a bottom?”
I shrugged. “I like both. Whatever you want.” Pulling back, I looked into his face and lifted a hand, tracing the line of his jaw. “Whatever you want,” I repeated, hoping he understood what I was trying to say.
“I want you.” He swallowed heavily, then said, “You were my first.”
“Man?”
“Yes.” He smiled, and his eyes drifted halfway shut. “But more than that. You were the first person I ever wanted like this. My first kiss that felt like my entire world was on fire. The first person who ever made me ache to be home in bed with you. And I thought you couldn’t stand me.”
“Jonah.” I dropped down, letting my weight rest on top of him. He was hard beneath me, his cock pulsing against mine, and I rocked my hips gently, making him groan. “After all this time—after all this—and you thought I still didn’t like you?”
He laughed and squeezed me tighter. “Okay, I had some idea that maybe you were into me beyond, you know. My dick and butt.”
I erupted into laughter, hiding the sound in his neck before pulling back. His grin was wide. It was sunny and sweet. Fuck, I had fallen so hard and so fast without realizing it. Tipping his chin up a little, I kissed him again, dipping my tongue into his mouth until it became hotter and heavier.
“I got…stuff,” he said, groaning as he shifted restlessly under me. “I, uh…I went to the store. The poor bastard on my SeeingEye app was so flustered when I told him what I was looking for, but he helped me get what I needed.”
I grinned. “Did you tip him well?”
He snorted. “It’s a free service, babe. Being blind already costs me a shitload of money. The least people can do is help me find a good lube so my boyf—my. Um.” He stammered to a halt.
I kissed him again. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
His skin heated beneath me, and his hands came up into my hair, gripping hard. “I think so. I mean, I’m…I’m terrified that I’m going to be a shitty one because I don’t have the greatest history at being, you know, good for people, but I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
“I think people have lied to you. You’re so much better than you think.” I kissed along his jaw. “But we understand each other. We live such similar lives. We’ll know what to do when things get hard on the ice—and when the organization is being shit, and when we have the world’s worst coach…”
“My coach is my best friend,” Jonah said with a small smirk, and then he bit his lip. When he let it go, it was shiny with spit and slightly puffy. “But yeah. Yeah. Maybe this really is perfect.”
“No such thing,” I said, but maybe he was right.
Maybe perfection existed, and it was right here in my arms.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said after a moment. “I want you to go slow to start and then fuck me hard.”
I sucked in a breath, then kissed him again. “Show me.”
Shifting under me, he guided my hand between his legs, teasing at the head of his cock, stroking over his balls, and then he pushed his legs up toward his chest so I could get to him. His hole was tight and dry, but I would change that.
“Where is this very fancy lube you bought?”
He grinned and gestured to the left. “Nightstand. Condoms too.”
I kissed him one more time before rolling over, and I found a small drugstore bag sitting on the top of the junk he kept in there.
Pulling it open, I grabbed the lube first, peeling away the plastic seal with my teeth, then tore into the box of condoms and set one on the pillow before sliding up along his body.
“I’m going to finger you, okay? For a long time.”
“Mm. Not gonna hear me complain,” he murmured.
I laughed as I stroked a touch over his hole again with two fingers. “First though, I’m going to kiss you again.”
He turned his head toward me. “I really, really like when you do that.”
I laid my lips on his for a long, indulgent moment.
“Me too. But I don’t mean here.” Slipping between his legs, I pushed them up high again, and he groaned when he realized what I was doing.
I scraped over his chest, his nipples, down his stomach as I lowered myself off the edge of the bed and pulled him with me.
The floor was unforgiving beneath my bruised kneecaps, but for the moment, the pain didn’t matter. I had him spread wide in front of me, his own hands behind his knees, holding himself open and ready.
“I want you to watch,” I told him. I took his right hand and laid it on my cheek before lowering my head.
He groaned loudly, swearing at the ceiling as his fingertips wound their way from the hinge of my jaw toward my lips. They touched the corner of my mouth as I opened it and then traced my tongue as I leaned in to lick him.
“Oooh fuck, oh fuck. So good,” he said, voice thready and weak.
This would never get old. I would never get tired of the sound of him losing it or the feeling of his body shaking apart at the slightest touch.
He was so fucking sensitive, and I loved every second of it.
I buried my face deeper in his ass, speared my tongue into him as his fingers felt every movement.
His cock began to thicken and twitch, but I wasn’t ready for him to be done yet. I needed a little longer.
Pulling back, I kissed his hole, then reached for the lube as his hand settled in my hair.
He seemed beyond words, and I was going to leave him that way.
I wanted him dazed, horny, needy as fuck.
I wanted him ready to shoot off the moment I sank inside him and had my cock thrust against his prostate as I rocked my hips down on him and let my lower body stroke his dick.
I wanted him to come.
For me.
Only for me.
“Ready?” I asked as I coated my fingers.
“Mm.” He shifted his hips back and forth, then stilled when I pressed against him.
His hole was wet now and a little looser. He took my first finger easily, and after a moment, he took the second.
“You’ve done this before?”
He let out a small sigh. “Mm. A few times. Liked it.”