Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
EDDIE
After tucking Lottie into bed, I made my way to Pearce’s bedroom with tonight’s craziness buzzing through my brain. To say it had been an interesting evening was an understatement. But it had also been seriously fun.
Pearce had been in his element with his friends and teammates, and they’d all seemed to have moved on from their loss with a grace that kinda surprised me.
That made me sound more jaded than I intended, but I’d experienced a heap of losses over the years playing pro.
And honestly, there were many a team and a player whose reaction had been downright embarrassing and less than gracious in their loss.
It made me even prouder of Pearce and his teammates who he called family.
When I entered the bedroom, I heard the shower running. Steam rolled out of the ajar door, an invite if ever I saw one. Cock thickening, I freed it from my tight suit pants and stripped in record time. The thought of a wet, naked Pearce waiting for me was a good motivator to move quickly.
After locking the bedroom door, I pumped my cock and didn’t delay in getting to Pearce. Whatever he wanted, he could have it.
And what I saw momentarily took my breath away.
Pearce stood under the spray, back to me, angled forward, pumping two fingers in and out of his ass.
“Fuck.” The word burst out of me, catching his attention despite the noise of the shower.
He glanced over his shoulder, not moving his ass, allowing me a view that caused precum to form on my rock-hard dick.
“I’m almost ready.”
I groaned but refused to close my eyes at the spectacular fantasy before me. No way was I missing a second.
“You want me to take over?”
Biting his bottom lip as he pushed back on his fingers, he shook his head. “I want you to watch.” There was a hitch to his voice before his stare shot to the hand on my cock. I gripped myself tightly, willing myself not to explode. Like this, Pearce looked undeniably sexy, almost wanton.
Forcing air into my lungs, I got myself under control and stroked myself in time with Pearce riding his fingers.
“So I was thinking…”
I released a surprised laugh, my words wispy when I responded, “You can think while doing that?”
Latching on to his lip again, he smiled and gave a single nod. “Mm-huh.” A shuddery breath chased the word.
“What were you thinking?” I remained rooted to the spot, knowing if I dared move, I’d be buried in him so fast, he wouldn’t have time to blink.
“We should get married.” When I quirked my brow, he continued, “Soon. As in as soon as we can. Like tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Well…” He closed his eyes and shuddered before saying, “Well, not really tomorrow tomorrow, but yeah, soon. I don’t want a long engagement. I want to make you mine forever. Be yours forever.”
Somehow I kept my focus off his fingers and solely on his expression. “We can do that.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to be your husband.”
A brilliant smile broke out, hitting me so hard in the chest that my hand froze. God, he was magnificent.
“What else do you want?” Levity caressed his words, completely in contrast with the heat in his eyes.
I swallowed hard, gaze trailing down his perfect body. “My mouth on your ass. You riding my tongue.”
“Nngh.” His body trembled, and I took that as my cue.
With long strides, I was behind him, on my knees, removing his hand and spreading his cheeks open.
“Holy fuck. Yes, that. You can do whatever the fuck you want,” he garbled.
Heart stuttering, I licked a line from his balls, across his taint, until I reached his hole. As soon as I made contact with his pucker, he shivered. When I latched on, giving open-mouthed kisses, he gasped. And then I went to fucking town.
I devoured him. Feasted on his soap-scented hole that tasted of watermelon lube. Beneath that was everything that was uniquely Pearce—my favorite taste of all.
Tongue probing, his hole loosening, I focused on working him up to the point he’d be begging. From the grunts and groans and the way he clawed at the shower wall with one hand and clamped his other on my head, it wouldn’t take long.
But I was in no rush.
Tonight really had been a whirlwind, and his team’s enthusiasm had sent my head spiraling a little, but at the center of it all was their devotion to Pearce. To my man. The thought was grounding.
“Eddie,” he gasped. “Need your dick.”
I chuckled against his ass, earning me a grunt and a shiver.
“Did you just laugh in my ass?” The words were gasped and filled with incredulous amusement.
The only way to respond was to chuckle again, pressing my lips against him. Another groan pulsed out of Pearce.
“Seriously. Dick in my ass.”
With one last kiss, I eased away, taking my time to kiss his cheeks, then up his back, settling with my mouth on his neck. “When’s your CK shoot?” I asked around my kisses.
Giving me better access, he angled his neck. “Thursday.”
I grunted, weighing up the likelihood of a hickey disappearing by then. With the way I was worked up, it was unlikely I’d go easy on him, so I pulled back. “Next time,” I murmured against his skin.
Without seeing his face, I knew he was grinning when he said, “Pretty desperate to mark me up, huh?”
“Yeah.” And I didn’t even care that it made me feel ridiculously like a teenager either.
Turning his face toward me, he smiled, eyes sparkling. “After the shoot, you can mark me wherever you want.”
My cock twitched against his ass. At the movement, he pushed against me, back tight against my chest.
“Anywhere?” I teased.
He narrowed his amused gaze. “Not on my head.”
I quirked my brow.
“Well, that head, go for it.” He rubbed his ass against my cock. “But my forehead or face.”
“Deal.” I angled for a kiss, capturing his mouth with mine while trailing my hand over his skin and reaching for my cock. “Lean forward,” I instructed, pulling away from the kiss.
Complying immediately, I swiped more of the watermelon lube he kept in the shower, slathered up, and positioned at his entrance. I slid right home. The combination of his fingers and my tongue working their magic had opened him perfectly.
I grunted but didn’t pause, didn’t wait for him to adjust. I knew what Pearce needed.
Had known from the moment I found him finger-fucking himself.
My hips moved, smooth glides in and out of his tight channel.
With each entry, he clamped around me, almost begging me to let loose, trying to draw my orgasm out of me.
But not yet. I wanted all the moments with this man. Wanted to cherish every cry and plea. Above all, I wanted to wring him dry and watch his cum paint the shower walls.
“Harder,” he grunted.
Gripping his hips, I pounded into him, hard and fast, listening to his sharp breaths and the accompanying hitches. And then I caught the stuttered moan, the contraction of his ass cheeks, the tell I was looking for.
Fighting the tightening of my balls, I homed in, slamming into him at the same angle, determined to keep pegging his prostate until he called my name.
“Holy. Fucking. God.” The words were broken, each caught on a grunt.
“Hands on the wall,” I ordered.
Immediately, he released his dick, a sweet sigh following, and he dropped his head, completely letting go as I fucked him hard.
There was no relenting. No slowing down. Just focused pushes as I slid in and out.
“As soon as you come,” I said breathlessly, aiming for the words needed to push him over without touching his cock, “we’ll set a date. Get fucking married. Make you mine forever.”
He gasped. Moaned. Groaned so loud that the sound echoed around the room, my name on his lips.
His taut body clamped down. I called out, cum shooting out of me, implanting itself deep inside him. I couldn’t do anything but hold on to Pearce, prepared to catch him when he sagged in my arms.
“God.” A whole-body shudder followed, and a gasp slid out of me as another burst of cum pulsed out of my cock. “I just…” He shook his head and leaned back against me. Low and breathy, the words “Holy fuck” fell from him as he pressed his head against my shoulder.
Breathing heavily, I wrapped my arms around his chest, my own words struggling to surface.
“You still alive?”
In response, I kissed his temple, the closest surface I could find.
“That’s good.” A flimsy pat on my arm followed, his limbs no doubt as limp as my own. “You need to move before your legs give way?” His amusement was back.
I managed an exhausted, satisfied smile. “Your recovery time is impressive.” I would have laughed if I had the energy.
“I’m not hard yet, but give me five.”
I snorted, wincing at the way it jerked my spent dick still in his ass. “I meant your legs.” Because, holy shit, the trembling in mine made it highly likely I legit would fall down any moment.
Angling to catch my gaze, Pearce smiled, soft and sweet with an extra hint of teasing. “Kiss me, and we’ll move before we crash.”
That I could totally get on board with.
I teased his lips with mine. While I intended on a brief kiss—knowing my legs weren’t up to the task of keeping me upright—as soon as his tongue swiped mine, I sighed into him.
Kissing Pearce was like experiencing sunshine for the first time after storm season.
He radiated warmth and happiness, and I would never get tired of this.
Of him.
When my knees almost knocked together from exertion, I had no choice but to pull away.
“I love you.”
I searched his gaze as he spoke, loving the curve of his mouth and the softening of his expression.
“I love you.”
He dotted a kiss on my nose. With a smile, he pulled off me. We both winced, and I pressed a hand against the shower wall for support. “You need a hand?” Teasing entered his tone.
“Hell no. You go anywhere near my dick,” I said as he picked up the body wash, “and there’s no chance I’ll be walking out of this shower.”
Pearce chuckled, eyes alight. “Would that be so bad?”
“If you don’t want to be dragging me out by my legs, then yes.”