8. Tennant #2
“My God, you’re like a chipmunk pumped full of Red Bull.” Mads chuckled breathlessly, trying to pry my hands from his crotch and ass.
“I know, I’m sorry.” My hands moved over him, desperate for all the touching they could get. “It’s just… I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. You and I…doing this, touching, kissing, getting into your bed. I’m wired and grabby. I need more than just a smile during scrimmages, Mads.”
“I understand the need.” He held my wrists, then pressed several kisses to my mouth. “I’ve wanted this too, but we’re taking this slow, remember?”
“Why slow? I’m ready now.”
Since he had my hands, I simply leaned in to lick at his mouth. He steered me toward the bed, fingers around my wrists, kissing me with warm passion in return. His attitude to this whole sex thing was languid and lazy. It was making me insane.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked, then shoved me into a seated position on the edge of the bed.
I gave him my dirtiest look, then reached for his belt buckle.
He patiently removed my fingers from his belt. “I’d like a little more to go on than that glare.”
“Ugh, yes. I’ve sucked dick before.”
“Have you ever had a man inside you?”
A rumble of want rippled through me. Instead of going for his dick, because he was suddenly all Mr. Chastity about it, I opened his dress shirt a little wider, baring a wide swath of hairy chest and tight abdomen.
My cock throbbed in time with my pulse. I pressed a kiss to his stomach, then one to his chest, my thumbs dangling off his belt.
Soft, deep noises rolled out of him each time I placed my lips to his skin.
“Tennant, have you ever had a man inside you before?”
“Once,” I replied, licking around the edge of his navel.
He placed a hand on my head, murmuring about my hair swirls or something. I glanced up to find him staring at me. He was completely into what I was doing. Our eyes locked, my tongue darted out to taste his bellybutton.
“Only once? Did you use protection?”
I sat up. “You know I’m tested regularly. You’ve seen all the players’ health reports.”
“First off, I know that. I also know you could have had unprotected sex on Monday and been tested Tuesday. So, when was it and did you use protection?”
“Yes. It was way back and Christ, you sound like my old high school health teacher. Can we just skip all of this and get to the part where you slide your cock into me?”
“Not tonight,” he replied, shucking his shirt off his shoulders.
Now we were talking. I enjoyed seeing it flutter to the floor. I loved seeing his naked chest even more.
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside, then wiggled back onto the bed. “So why not tonight?”
“Because I think we need to take this slow.”
I collapsed back onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh. “Mads, slow sucks. What, are we going to just pet and grind on each other like we’re fourteen or something?”
I heard his belt hit the floor. I closed my eyes, eager to hear more.
The sound of his zipper going down followed.
My skin itched. My balls grew heavy. The soft shuffle of his pants slipping down his legs filled the room.
Then the bed sagged. The weight of him and the hot warmth of his body pressed tight to my side was all I needed.
I rolled my head to face him and opened my eyes.
And promptly lost everything that I was to him.
There was so much in his gaze. Heat and lust, sure, but other things.
A little bit of fear and a whole lot of tenderness.
I had to touch him, but he shook his head when I reached for him. Instead, he placed his hand on my stomach, flat palm to abdomen.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured.
“I want…”
A million things, but how did I tell him that?
How could I articulate that I wanted him in ways I’d never wanted anyone else?
That I’d dreamed of him, of this moment, of his mouth on my brow and his cock buried in me.
Of his breath on my neck in the night and his smile over eggs in the morning? How? How could I tell him all that?
“I do too,” he whispered, then slid his lips over mine.
My fingers dove into his hair while his tongue made a deep, hot sweep of my mouth. I tugged softly, getting that low grunt of approval I’d gotten before after doing that. I arched my back from the bed to push my cock into Mads’ hand.
“God, but I want,” he growled after leaving my mouth to taste my throat.
“Touch me,” I panted, fingers wound in his hair.
Mads stuck to his vow, though, the jerk.
Even though I was arching up he refused to touch my cock.
He rubbed hard circles over my chest and shoulders, pulling me to my side then throwing a beefy leg over my hip.
I nipped at his bottom lip, tipped his head back to suckle on his Adam’s apple, and gyrated wantonly against his cock as it strained against his boxers.
“I need to lose these jeans.”
“Leave them on a bit longer.” He kissed my jaw, my clavicle, then tongued a nipple, all the while rocking his hips against me. “I think watching you come in your pants would be incredibly sexy.”
“Oh Christ,” I moaned, pumping my ass to keep the friction of his dick against mine going. “You’ll jerk me off, right? Please, fuck, Mads, you have to touch me.”
“Not tonight. Tonight… is just this.” He did lower his hand to my thigh, grabbing the meaty part and tugging my leg strongly to intensify each thrust he made against me. “Next time we can go further.” Hearing him say that pushed me close. “I want us to be about more than fucking, Tennant.”
Yep. Those were the magic words, it seemed.
Not something raunchy like you’d hear in gay porn.
Nope. I blew apart because Mads told me he wanted more than sex with me.
He held on to my leg tightly as I flailed and whimpered.
His lips captured mine, swallowing the sounds of a man lost in orgasm, which was smart on his part.
We were in a hotel with the head coach sleeping on the other side of the wall.
When the tremors subsided, he lifted his head and released my thigh.
“Shit… that was intense.” I huffed, then ground a bit harder into him. “Your turn.”
“I don’t have to come every time we lie down together,” he said between soft kisses placed along my biceps.
“Well, yeah, you do. That’s kind of the point,” I replied, and got a tutting kind of sound.
Swell. Miss Perkins the health teacher was back with another lecture on something that would have me sleeping on my textbook within seconds.
“Oh, impetuous and randy youth,” he teased.
I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, my hip bone right on his cock. He sucked air through his teeth when I bumped his dick accidentally-on-purpose.
“Tennant, you’re sort of missing the point here. Making love isn’t all about the orgasm.”
“So, you don’t want to come?”
He looked up at me, a smile playing on his lips. “Yes, of course, but it doesn’t have to be the main objective every single time.”
“So, you do want to come?”
His laughter was honest and made me grin. “Yes, Tennant, I would like to come, but seeing you writhing under me when you came was incredibly erotic.”
“You liked that, huh?” I wiggled my ass around. “Did you have fantasies about making me come, Mads?”
“Every fucking night.” He tugged my mouth back to his. I got all wild and hungry, sucking on his tongue while grinding on him. “I jerked off to those fantasies too.”
“No shit,” I panted over his lips, my hips driving down into him hard. I felt a shudder go through his big body. “Fuck, that’s hot.” I bumped my budding erection against his prick.
“Christ, you’re almost hard again.”
He began working at my pants then. Eager, hard tugs on my jeans until they were down over my ass. I wiggled free of the denim, then leaped back into bed. That was when I saw the head of his dick peeping out of the top of his boxers. My briefs felt tight again.
Mads grabbed my hips and held me in place.
Then he began jacking me up and down over him.
The contact and rasp of cotton was unbearably delicious, just like his scorching kisses and the way he pumped up when I ground down.
If only he’d let me get my mouth on him.
He rolled me onto my back without warning, his eyes burning with need as I pushed my leg between his.
Mouth sealed over mine, he began humping me hard.
The bed thumped into the wall with each powerful thrust. I pawed at his back and arms, trying to get enough air into my lungs.
Then he came. His head fell to my shoulder and all his ropey muscles contracted.
I felt his prick kicking, then the hot flood of spunk soaking through our underwear.
My balls tightened yet again and I lost it one more time.
“Tennant, you’re going to kill me,” he whispered beside my ear, then took the lobe between his teeth.
That off-the-cuff comment startled me. “Is it your heart?”
Of course, I knew about that condition of his. Everyone in the family—hell, the world of professional hockey—knew about his heart. And here I’d been pushing him to have sex. What if he couldn’t have sex?
“Shit, I’m sorry. Should you not be doing this? Are you stroking out on me?!”
“Tennant, no, I’m fine. It was a joke.” He nipped playfully at my jaw.
“Fuck, man, don’t do that to me ever again.” I thought I might faint with relief.
“I won’t, I promise. But you really are going to do me in.”
“You’ll die smiling, Mads.” Coming back with some humor was good—made me feel less freaked. I hoped he was okay with joking about it. “I was kidding about the dying part.” I pushed to my elbows so I could press my mouth to his. “Like, you know I was kidding…”
“I know you were,” he murmured between soft, searching kisses.
I fell back onto the bed in relief, Jared nestling into me, his weight incredibly appealing as it settled over me.