Chapter 10
TEN
Gavin
Kissing Connor Kennedy is the best mistake of my life. He’s over the initial shock of me attacking his face and has moved on to giving me everything he’s got. Which is more than I thought I could ever have.
He lets me take control. Opens his mouth for me when my lips ask and allows me to swipe my tongue across his. He hums when I suck on his lower lip and lies down with ease when I push him into the mattress with the force of my size.
He wraps his arms around my neck, and he doesn’t resist me when I grab his right leg and hoist it over my waist so I can settle my hips and rock my hard cock against his.
He moans into my mouth when I lay my body down on him.
It’s exhilarating how easily he handles my full weight.
Two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle and he pulls me down like it’s not enough. Like he needs more of me all over him.
I agree. It’s not enough. I need more of him. I need to feel his skin. I need to smell his scent. I need to see him naked, taste every inch of his body, and hear him gasp, moan, and call out my name as I take him apart.
I break the kiss and start with his neck by pressing my nose against the skin underneath his jaw, taking a hard sniff before I lick him. Intoxicating and clean. I can taste the freshness of his skin and smell the subtle spicy notes of his soap.
His scent reminds me that I didn’t shower after my workout this morning.
Whereas here he is, laid out beautifully beneath me, clean and ready to be devoured, even if that wasn’t his intention for the day.
And now he has my stinking ass smothering him as I’m driven forward by my no-longer-restrained need to be as close to him as possible.
I slide one hand between him and the bed and create space underneath him to pull his shirt up. “Off,” I say, pulling my lips away from him. “Now.”
Connor
There is no disobeying Gavin Marshal. Not when he speaks to me in that tone. It’s deep and urgent and I feel it vibrate down my spine.
As I take my shirt off, I catch my breath.
He steals it again with the way his dark eyes deepen into pools of black as he takes in what he sees.
His eyes rake over my body and he licks his lips like he’s about to eat for the first time in ages.
With one hand, he grabs my face again to hold me steady as he kisses me.
With his other he presses me back down onto my back and lays his weight on me.
He doesn’t move his hips, but he keeps his hard length, which even through fabric is unmistakably large, pressing firmly against mine.
I want him to move. I want to feel him grind against me.
But something tells me that Gavin, despite the urgency of his kisses, is a man who likes to take his time.
So I let him. I let him kiss me over and over again and enjoy the way his stubble feels against my skin.
I let him run his rough hand up and down the side of my body, then slip it underneath my back and hold me more firmly to him.
I let him nibble my collarbone, and lick and sniff my neck.
I let his scent wash all over me. It’s heady with sweat, testosterone, and need.
So much need. I would bottle it and bathe in it if I could, forever smelling like Gavin Marshal.
A not-so-subtle way to let everyone know that even if this is a one-off, for one day I was his.
For one blissful moment in my buttoned-up life, I got to have him. Wild and free. I’ll let him break me.
He pauses his assault on my neck and lifts away enough to look down at me. There’s softness in his eyes as he brushes some of my hair away from my brow. “Where’d you go?” he asks.
I wasn’t aware I had gone anywhere. Unless he’s speaking of my creeping thoughts. “Nowhere,” I say and reach my hands between us to slide them underneath his sweatshirt. I need to feel his skin.
Gavin
I dip back down and kiss him. Slower this time to keep him grounded. It causes him to melt, and I can feel him get out of his head. I reward him by giving him a little thrust of my hips. He moans around my lips, so I do it again.
Lifting off of him once more, I pull my sweatshirt off then lay my torso flush against his, letting us be skin to skin while I kiss him some more. His body is warm, and his skin is a soft layer covering hard, lean muscles. I can’t get enough of the feeling of him against me.
This is a joy I never let myself have. Sex for me is almost always utilitarian.
A means to an end. Maintenance on par with masturbation.
But with Connor, as I knew would be the case, I want more.
So much more. Not only out of this encounter, but every time I can be with him from here on out. He isn’t maintenance. He’s nourishment.
It’s like Bouchard said. Connor has brought something out of me.
Something primal that I keep locked up tight for my own safety.
For whatever reason, Connor held the key to unlock it.
The protective and territorial instincts he provokes in me are beyond what I feel for my team.
I’d go to the ends of the earth for the Blizzards.
But for Connor, I’d burn it all down if it meant I could keep him from harm.
If I could make him mine. It’s terrifying.
He can and will be ripped from me, and then what will I do?
Sink farther into myself and drown like a boat ripped apart by vengeful seas.
But right now, he’s mine and I’m going to luxuriate in this moment of frozen time.
I break our kiss and go back to tasting his skin.
I work my way down and around his chest, taking a stop at each nipple to enjoy the taut bud of pink flesh between my lips and under the caress of my tongue.
He practically whimpers his approval and I keep going until I meet the waistband of his sweatpants. I gaze up at him.
He bites his kiss-swollen bottom lip and blushes. “You first,” he says, almost shy.
I grin at him, then rise off the bed and drop my sweatpants, taking my briefs down with them. I lean over the bed and kiss him once while I hold my dick with my hand, giving it a lazy tug.
I wish I knew what he was thinking.
Connor
I know exactly where I want him to put his dick.
Gavin
He parts his lips, and a barely audible “wow” escapes them.
“Your turn,” I tell him.
He hesitates and gestures at my junk. “I wasn’t expecting all that.”
“Most aren’t.” I grin, then I use my hands to flip him onto his stomach.
I go back to tasting his skin. All of it from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back where he has two perfect dimples, one above each cheek of his ass.
I kiss them both, then grab the waistband of his sweats and yank them down around his thighs.
I pause when I see the large purple bruise on his left hip.
I kiss it softly and commit it to memory, so I remember to be gentle there in case I start to lose control.
With my hands, I spread his ass cheeks. Gooseflesh forms and I hear his breath hitch.
I slide one hand up his back to give his neck a reassuring squeeze.
I remember that he doesn’t have a lot of experience, and the little that he does have, hasn’t been good at all.
Feeling anger run through me, settling between my temples, I take a deep breath.
I don’t want to ruin this for him. I don’t want him to leave this encounter hating me for what we do.
I want him to feel good and remember it always.
I want this to be the baseline of what he’ll accept for himself from anyone he’s ever with besides me.
Because as much as I want to claim him, I know in the end, outside of right now, he can never be mine.
“Don’t worry,” I tell him, sliding my hand back down. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I lick his crack from his balls to his back.
He shivers and lets out a gasp.
I do it again, and again, and again. Then, I concentrate on his hole, letting my tongue work in slow, smooth circles to relax him. It works and makes him moan some more. I can hear his deep breaths, and the soft uttering words.
“Oh God,” he says. “You’re filthy.”
I lift my mouth away. “And you’re fucking delicious.” I can’t get enough.
I pull his sweats the rest of the way down, then I place my hands on the backs of his knees and gently guide him to lift his ass higher so I can free his erection from where it’s trapped between him and the bed.
From there I go back to work on his hole with my tongue and use my hand to slowly jerk his cock with a light grip, easily dragging my rough hand over the velvety skin of his dick.
His cock head is wet with pre-cum. I let myself taste it by taking a long, luxurious lick of him from his hole, over his taint, across his tight balls, down his length, and finally swirling my tongue around his head.
“Delicious,” I repeat when I swallow.
When I go back to circling his hole with my tongue he’s gone completely pliant. His body is relaxed except for his dick, which is rigid, hard as stone in my hand as I stroke it.
He looks over his shoulder and eyes me with want. Keeping my eyes locked on his I take another long, luxurious lick of his hole before pulling away so I can flip him back over, then crawl up his body again to kiss him. To let him taste himself on my lips and tongue.
As we kiss, our hard lengths slot next to each other. We both moan at the contact, the glorious slide of hard cock against hard cock. It’s a simple thing, but there truly isn’t anything much better than feeling another man beside your own manhood.
I grab the back of one of his legs with my hand and bring his knee to the side of my torso so he can rest his ankle on my back. He must be spending time with the goalie coach for how easy he is to maneuver. Pulling out of our kiss, I lock eyes with him and thrust my hips. “Is this alright?”
His lips part on another gasp and his pupils are blown wide open.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I thrust my hips again. Pleasure courses through me.
Connor
He’s staring directly into my eyes as he sets a rhythm, sliding his erection back and forth against mine.
I can’t look away. The intensity behind his eyes has me frozen, but not like trapped prey, even though he practically has me caged in his hold.
His body is everywhere, and I’m completely exposed beneath him.
It should be terrifying but it’s not. It’s comforting.
It’s intense. Most of all it’s safe. I’m safe to finally give in to my wants and needs.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I say, barely recognizing my voice for how huskily the words escape my lips.
He grins as he dips down and kisses me hard and fierce.
When he pulls away, he spits into his palm then reaches between us to wrap his hand around our dicks, holding them more firmly together.
My toes curl and my head drops back, exposing my neck as he begins to thrust faster.
My whole body is thrumming. And though I’m worried I should be doing more, I trust Gavin to bring us both over the edge and into our bliss.
Unlike me, everything about him is intoxicatingly self-assured.
He licks at my exposed neck and steadily begins to pick up the pace. I can feel my chest and cheeks flare warm. He lifts away from my neck and gazes down at my body. His smile is pleased as he looks at my flushed skin.
“Perfect,” he says and runs his thumb across the heads of our dicks, collecting the pre-cum that has formed there, giving his hand even more slip as he continues to thrust his length against mine. He looks down at me with warm, lust-filled eyes. “You’re perfect.”
The words have barely escaped his lips before he hunches his back so he can return to kissing me and still have space between us for his hand to work our cocks.
He takes his time. Nothing about the way he frots us together is hurried.
The pace he moves is designed to draw this out with no breaks.
He moves slow and strong, and it’s absolutely all consuming.
He only breaks his kisses to tell me what a good boy I’m being for him. My entire body heats with his praise.
He notices. Grinning like a dog down at me he uses his free hand to palm my cheek again. I lean into it, and he starts to pick up his pace.
It’s all I need. Within a few more thrusts of his hips sliding our cocks together in his hand, I’m coming all over my chest and moaning out his name between staggered breaths.
“Fuck.” The word rolls out of him like a growl as he leans his head to my chest and licks at a portion of my release with his tongue.
It’s filthy and I love it. He lets go of my spent dick and quickens the pace of his fist over his own cock as he continues to lick me clean until he asks, “Can I come on you?”
“Please.”
And he does with a series of grunts. When he stills his hand, he bends down and kisses me slowly, letting me taste myself on his tongue.