Chapter 27 #3
“Don’t be embarrassed, James. It was extremely hot. Seriously.” Eric pulls me along, and we return to our hike. “I wasn’t sure before if you were just being playful or if you were flirting with me, but that night changed everything.”
Familiar landmarks appear on the trail, signaling the end of our hike. We’re close to our camp, no more than a few minutes walk. If we ran, we’d be there in even less time. Eric and I share a look.
“Wanna race?”
The question makes me laugh, and some of my mortification shakes off like leaves in autumn. “Okay, you’re on.”
Eric counts us down from three, and then we take off, racing the remainder of the way back. Our feet pound against dirt and grass with the wind rushing through our hair.
When I reach the camp first, I tag the trailer to mark my victory and throw a smirk over my shoulder. I’m bragging over a handful of seconds at best, for Eric isn’t far behind. He catches me, circling an arm around my waist and pinning me against the door of the trailer.
When Eric’s lips ghost along the slope of my neck with the barest touch, I shiver and gasp from the sensation of his stubble and hot breath.
No one has ever held me like this, gripping my waist tight as if they’re afraid I’d slip away.
Every fiber of my being yearns for his attention, aching deep in my core to be claimed by him.
“Let’s head in,” Eric murmurs, mouthing the words against my neck, causing goosebumps to form on my skin.
We slip inside the trailer for privacy, but Eric doesn’t let me go far.
He flips me around and presses me against the nearest hard surface: the kitchen’s small counter.
Caught and captured in his embrace, there’s no denying what’s boiling under the surface: Eric truly wants me, his green eyes blazing with feverish, unchecked hunger.
And when Eric kisses me at last, my eyes flutter closed, and I go weak in the knees.
For my first kiss, it’s so similar to the first time I skated onto the ice, tentative yet full of excitement.
Eric’s grip on my hip is possessive, a grounding presence.
There’s no one else I trust more than Eric to be my guide in the matters of love and lust.
I drape my arms around his neck and press back into Eric.
He smiles mid-kiss, and I could burst with pride.
He deepens the kiss, parting my lips to slip his tongue inside to explore.
One of his knees nudges my legs apart, and his thigh presses against my cock, causing it to grow hard.
Caught between the hard counter and Eric’s solid frame, all I can do is grind along his thigh and helplessly moan into his mouth.
Hands slip under my shirt and roam across my stomach and sides.
Everywhere Eric touches leaves fire in its wake.
I’m burning up beneath my clothes, leaning into his hands, craving whatever contact he’ll provide.
When his thumb swirls around my nipple, I arch into him and whine, so hypersensitive and ticklish.
No one besides myself has ever had the privilege of discovering my body.
In some ways, it’s as if I’m learning about myself all over again through Eric.
There’s no predicting his movements, no familiar routine; every touch is heightened, amplified.
My emotional compass spins off its axis, but it keeps landing on Eric, always, always him.
If this keeps going, if he doesn’t stop, I might—
Eric draws away, and his half-lidded eyes are mesmerizing, brimming with confidence and reassurance. You’re doing great, they seem to whisper, but I can show you so much more.
Eric’s thumb strokes my kiss-swollen bottom lip. Everything beyond him has become a blur of colors and distant sounds. We could be anywhere in this moment, caught in a pocket dimension belonging only to us, two runaways.
“I want you, James.”
Four words. That’s all it takes to be drawn under his spell. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me, right here, right now.
“I’m yours, Eric,” I whisper, an incantation of my own. “I want my first time to be with you.”
Eric grins, making my pulse race. He grabs my hand and pulls me deeper inside the trailer, our lips locked, only stopping to tug off clothes—namely my own. Hands roam across chests and backs, smoothing over skin we’ve only been able to appreciate a handful of times.
I always worried my first time would be full of second-guessing and overthinking as I tried to do everything right.
I thought I would be afraid to lower my walls, let alone get undressed in front of my partner.
I thought I would fall prey to my hopeless quest for perfection, needing everything to be in order before I could take this next step.
With Eric, however, I trust him completely to catch me if I make a mistake, to show me the joy in learning through his guidance.
It’s this thought which snaps the last tendrils of doubt in my mind. There’s freedom in surrendering, in letting go. Eric’s taken care of me this far.
“Look at how gorgeous you are James Harrison,” he murmurs, lips forming the words against my ear. “My talented, extraordinary goaltender.”
Lips fall to my neck, sucking bruises into my sensitive skin. I arch into him, trembling, gasping his name like a prayer. Eric’s hands slide along my torso, touching everywhere except where I need him most. His arms are so strong, holding me tight, promising to possess, to protect, to care for me.
I can’t wait much longer; I need him, I need him to make me his.
I mold myself to him, stealing a kiss. His hands fall to the small of my back, threatening to slide lower with every caress.
The anticipation of more is killing me, but Eric’s content to smother me with kisses, teasing me until I’m a whining, keening mess in his arms.
Eric guides me to the bed, and he gently lowers us down, cradling my body. He nestles between my spread legs and cups my thigh, holding it to his waist. His kisses are ravenous, passionate, and with his full weight on me, every time his shaft brushes against mine, I moan louder into his mouth.
“Let me see you, too,” I all but beg.
Without question, Eric rolls off of me and pulls off his remaining clothes, dropping them to the floor.
I studied that poster over my bed so much, but the man underneath all the armor is breathtaking.
Broad in the shoulders, torso narrow and sculpted, thighs thick and sturdy.
His body shows signs of physical wear having been in the league for much longer than I have.
Eric’s six years older than me, but the gap isn’t a turn off in the slightest. He’s more confident, more sure of himself.
He knows who he is and what he wants out of life.
My desire for him is a prime example of, Do I want to be him, someday, or do I want to be fucked by him? The answer has always been both.
And when my eyes land on Eric’s cock for the first time, my mouth waters, overcome with a desire to touch and taste. I reach out, eager to wrap my fingers around it, but I stop short, glancing at him instead for permission.
“Go ahead,” Eric encourages.
“Will you teach me how?” I ask.
Eric nods, smiling, and joins me again in bed.
His hand covers mine, and together we circle our fingers around his cock, so thick and full against my palm.
He instructs me how to stroke him with slow, measured movements.
Every time we come closer to the head, our hands tighten, creating a perfect vice which makes his cock twitch and leak more.
“Just like that,” he groans softly. “Just keep stroking and looking sexy.”
I blush, shining brighter from his praise, and lick my lips. “Can I taste you?”
Eric’s hips jerk as he bucks into our joined hands. He blinks at me in shock. “You want to?”
“Yeah, I’d… I’d love to.”
Eric lies back in bed and holds himself in place for the next phase of our little lesson.
“Come here then,” he murmurs, and so I move closer, my mouth poised above his cock. “Start with the shaft. Lick along the side of it. Go slow. Keep your eyes on me.”
Eager to be a good student, I drag my lips over the side of his shaft, rising all the way to the head where I give it a tender kiss. My tongue swipes along his slit, tasting his precum.
“I think you know more than you’re letting on.”
“Maybe a little,” I tease with a wink. I may have had no prior first-hand experience, but I’ve watched porn and read my fair share of smutty romance novels.
Eric rolls his eyes and chuckles. “When you’re ready, go down as far as you’re comfortable. When you come up, suck in your cheeks. Swirl your tongue around the head.”
As I go down on him, Eric holds my hair out of my face so our eyes can meet.
I study Eric, eager to repeat whatever earns a reaction—a deep sigh, a twitch of his hips, a groan.
I’m not an expert, but I’m determined to learn how to please him in whatever way he craves.
I can tell every fiber of his being wants to lose control and push inside to fuck my throat.
After a little more practice, I’ll gladly let him.
When his breaths grow more ragged, Eric pulls me off, dragging me up into his lap to slot our mouths together for a messy kiss. He swipes his tongue across my shining lips to taste himself, unafraid to play dirty.
“You’re doing so well, James,” Eric says between kisses, his nails dragging down my back.
His lips move down my body, falling to my neck, then lower to my chest where he draws circles around my nipple, sucking on one while playing with the other.
Eric grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks to grind his hard cock along my hole.
I’ve never experimented with toys, too embarrassed to buy one just to try.
I’ve always wondered how something other than my own fingers would feel, if I’d even be able to take it.
I hoped this would be something I would explore with a partner I trusted—a partner like Eric.