Chapter 15
TYLER
Once again, Denny has stayed home from hockey. I knew as soon as practice had ended because Denny had a barrage of phone calls to make sure Ty was okay. I’m not sure he realizes how many really good friends he has.
His coach called too. And his assistant coach. And two people from upper management. None of them angry, but all of them checking in to make sure that Denny and Ty are okay and to see if they needed anything.
It made me smile. I hoped Sally was watching to see how many people love him and Ty.
Denny programmed a lot of numbers into my phone before the night was out.
I would always have people to call when he’s at the arena, and if I couldn’t get a hold of someone, I have his two non-hockey buddies, Kroy and Carson’s numbers too.
Carson lives a few blocks away and can be here in an instant.
It would never have occurred to me to be cautious about who shows up on Denny’s doorstep.
In some way, I guess I thought, as a pro athlete, he’s better protected.
Even when people know where he lives, no one is going to bother him.
Now I’m a little concerned about everyone who rings the damn doorbell.
So much so that I’m lying awake and staring at the ceiling five days later.
The sun isn’t up yet. I’m not sure what time it is. Ty woke up to eat a little while ago, and we moved around sleepily to get him fed. Denny fell back asleep.
I roll to my side and come face-to-face with Denny. Yes, I’m in his bed. Not because we’ve gotten sexy again. Because I think we both need to be close to Ty, and he’s kind enough to understand and allow me to stay.
That’s not to say we haven’t kissed and frotted and shit before falling asleep. We have. But our reason for coming together in his bed is the newborn in the side sleeper.
It freaked me out that his mother would rip him from my hold. I never would have thought someone would do that, much less a newborn’s grandmother. Even if you don’t know the man holding the baby, why would you risk hurting the baby?
Denny’s eyes blink a few times, and then we’re looking at each other.
“Morning,” I whisper.
A smile touches his lips. “I don’t hate waking up to you.”
“Way to give me a backhanded compliment. I think.”
His smile stretches. “I’ve never spent the night with someone in my own bed.”
“You’ve never been in a relationship where you have sleepovers?”
“Not since college, no. But are dorm rooms really considered my private space when we share rooms?” He shrugs one shoulder.
“Once I got my first place all on my own when I was drafted, I brought home hookups, but I didn’t let them spend the night.
I’ve spent so long trying to protect my peace, having never had peace for so long, that I guess I kind of closed my home off to that kind of thing. ”
“That explains why you weren’t in a hurry to cohabitate with Sally.”
“That and I didn’t want what we agreed upon,” he agrees. “I think, when it came down to the moment she brought up living together, that would have been what forced me to have the discussion I couldn’t find the courage to have.”
“What if she never brought it up?” Something inside me says that they were both waiting for the same thing—the other person to start a conversation that neither of them intended to have.
“I anticipate that we’d have wound up with a prolonged engagement and never speaking.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind me being here? I can live at Sally’s if you don’t feel comfortable sharing your space.”
Denny’s smile is sexy. I don’t know why, but the way he’s smiling just feels super hot. A wave of heat slithers along my spine, and I swallow the arousal.
“I think it might have been a different story if you’d shown up and I wasn’t out of my mind in a constant state of panic. Somehow, that weakened state meant that you integrated yourself into my life without me realizing, and… it’s weird that you weren’t here a month ago.”
I’m not going to read too much into that. I won’t. I refuse.
The sound of his hand moving on the bed has my breath catching. Usually, our sexy activities are at night before we go to sleep. I can’t see his hand under the blankets, so I don’t know where he’s going to touch me. I don’t even care where. I’m all here for it.
His fingers brush against my chin and travel along my jaw.
Maybe because it’s early morning and my body is ready for attention, but as soon as his lips press softly to mine, my cock begins reaching for him.
Like seriously, stretching across the space between us and trying to poke his thigh.
Touch me here. Touch me here. That’s what it’d say if it could speak.
Denny’s fingers slide into my hair and grip the back of my neck to pull me close. Our kiss deepens, and I think we’re racing to see who can steal the other’s soul first.
I press my hand to his chest before sliding it around to his back. Tracing his muscles. Feeling the definition and strength in every inch of his body.
Our bodies come together until he’s flush against mine. I’m breathless with the way our cocks press hard against each other’s. He groans and drops his hand to my thigh before pulling it over his hip to get closer still.
“I want you to fuck me,” Denny breathes into my mouth, and I might just jump out of my skin as I moan in response.
“I—you do?”
He chuckles. “Yes. Unless you don’t like to top.”
“No, I do. I like either. Both. I just… You’ve bottomed?”
“Once,” he admits. “A really, really big dick broke me in.”
“Oh… maybe you didn’t get the note, but big dicks are for pro level. Not beginners.”
He laughs. I grunt when his fingers dig into my ass cheek.
“Yes, well. I’m going with the idea that because I’m a pro-hockey player, I have a pro complex. Nothing I do now can start at the beginner level.”
I grin. “Does that mean you liked it?”
“Oh yeah. I liked it. After I got over the fact that it hurt more than a puck to my ribs and was convinced that he wasn’t actually tearing me open.”
Everything in me cringes away. “I can’t believe you didn’t just have him stop.”
“Not a chance. You want to hear about my sexy story, or do you want to fuck me?”
“Both, but let’s do the second thing first.”
“Good idea.” He kisses me again and rolls away. “Think we should take Ty out of the room?”
I lean up on my elbow to look around him. Ty is fast asleep. “Uh… he’s too young to understand or see. How about just across the room? Put up the side so there’s a visible screen between us?”
“We don’t have the monitor set up yet,” he notes as he carefully pushes Ty’s bassinet across the room and tucks it into a corner.
He turns back, and he’s gloriously naked and hard.
God, I’ve never seen someone so hot in person in my entire life.
Stunning. Even blurry. I’m almost thankful I’m not wearing my glasses and can’t see him clearly.
I might be drooling, but he appears pleased with how I’m watching him.
The way fire flows through my veins when he grips his cock, stroking it slowly, forces a moan from my chest. Denny chuckles and tosses a condom and lube onto the bed.
Apparently, I was far too focused on his hand to see him actually retrieve the supplies.
“How do you want to do this?” he asks as he climbs onto the bed on his knees, cock in my face.
I don’t answer as I lean forward and bring him into my mouth. The hand that had been around his dick is now on the back of my head, encouraging me forward. No need to encourage, though. Yes, please.
Denny has a nice dick. It’s not enormous, but it’s the perfect size for him. Thick, pronounced, veiny—just like his muscles. He tastes like cum. Probably the remnants from last night. Mine or his?
He adjusts and leans over me, hand still in my hair.
When I realize that he’s prepping himself, I nearly come undone right then.
Maybe that’s not a bad idea. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had sex.
While we’ve enjoyed orgasms over the last week or so, it’s different from being inside someone.
There’s a different feel. A different urgency.
Denny’s hand tightens in my hair, and he urges me off his cock. “I want to get off on your cock. Not in your mouth.”
“I’m not opposed to swallowing,” I say as I not-so-subtly try to see around him, following his arm to catch a glimpse of his fingers in his hole.
His fingers on my chin guide my eyes to his. His smirk makes my heart jump. Fuck. Hot. Sensual.
“I’m not either, but that’s not what I want right now.”
“Lie down. I can help.”
Denny does. He lies on his side, and I bring his leg over my shoulder so I can push my fingers into his slick hole.
I can’t decide whether I want to watch his face or the way I stretch him.
The moans and sexy sounds he makes are almost as hypnotic as the way his ass pushes back rhythmically against my fingers.
“Good,” Denny says after a while. Probably when it becomes apparent that I’m absolutely mesmerized with what I’m doing and have no intent on moving us forward. “Condom.”
I look around, trying to locate it. The bed has swallowed it, though; it’s MIA. Amused, Denny gestures for the end table, and I scramble off the bed to grab another. I roll it on while I climb onto the bed and hover over him.
“Like this?” I ask. My voice is breathless, even to my own ears.
“I don’t have a preference.”
“How did you do it before?”
He grins. “A lot of ways. He wanted to make sure I felt all the good things.”
“Okay. What was your favorite?”
Denny uses those sexy abdominals to lean up and grip the back of my neck, bringing my mouth to his. “I’m not comparing what we’re doing with what I’ve done. This is separate. Okay? Just put your dick in me, Tyler.”
I nod, a shiver tingles over my skin. There’s a moment when I press my cockhead to his hole when I think I shouldn’t be doing this. Sally would be pissed I was having sex with her fiancé. Wouldn’t she?
Yet… I’m pretty sure there’s a whisper in the back of my mind that urges me on. Inside. Inside, it says.
With my mouth locked on Denny’s, I curl him in on himself and press my cock inside. His mouth breaks free with a gasp when I push through.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans. “God, I need this.”
I lick my lips as I watch the pleasure play across his face. “You’re so hot,” I complain. “Why are you so hot?”
He smiles, but his head is tipped back as I work my way inside. Deeper. Deeper.
“It’s not fair,” I say. “Look at you. Look at your sexy throat and your slutty nipples so hard and… pert. I don’t know what that word means, but I’m using it. Can I bite them?”
His smile hasn’t faded, even as he groans in response to my cock making room in his little hole. “Yeah. Go for it. No blood, preferably.”
I lean down, shoving my hips forward so I don’t slide out, and wrap my mouth around one of his nipples.
I’m totally a nipple slut. I love someone playing with mine just as much as I love to play with theirs.
Denny’s nipples are sexy. Tight little pebbles.
He grunts, and his hand tightens in my hair when I bite him.
“So hot,” I say. “I love your nipples. They’re perfect. You know that? Just like your ass. You have such a slutty ass.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, and his hands reach between his legs to grip my ass cheeks. “Fuck me already, Tyler. You’re going to make me come with all the things leaving your mouth, and you haven’t even fucked me yet.”
I brace myself on his chest. Yes, his damn chest. “So hot,” I grunt when I squeeze his chest. “So, so hot. I want to lick you all over.” I fuck him with more purpose as I let all the random things in my head come spilling out.
“Taste every crevice. Look at the way your sexy chest bounces and tightens. My god, Denny.”
He groans low, and I dig my knees into the bed for better purchase. “Keep going. Fuck me. Let me come on your cock, and then you can paint me with your cum.”
“You’re the exact guy I’ve dreamed about for years,” I whine as I do exactly what he says. I adjust so his legs are over my shoulders and I can stab his prostate with my dick on every thrust. It makes him gasp with these sexy sounds. Something I can’t help commenting on.
“You hear the noises you make? They’re so slutty! Hurry up and come on me, Denny. I need to feel it. I need—”
His fingers dig into my ass cheek painfully. I feel the bite. The sting. It drives me on, but the words catch in my throat as his other hand wanks his dick with such speed and pace that I can’t look away. I try to match his rhythm, but I don’t have that kind of stamina. I have no rhythm in my hips.
I’m almost startled when cum sprays up his chest. I watch it, maybe in slow motion, as it practically paints his face. To the hollow in his neck that’s very, very visible because his entire body is tense while he comes.
It’s as hypnotic as fingering him had been. When he collapses, I yank my dick out of him, toss the condom aside, and add my load to his. Without thinking better of it, I press my hand into our joined mess and spread it all over him, as if I’m frosting a cake.
I tweak his nipple and then lean over him to bite the same one. He grunts, fingers still digging harshly into my body. I’m going to be bruised everywhere. I can’t wait.
“It’s evident you’re not new to this,” he says as I lick his nipples, one and then the other. Over and over.
Peeking up at him, I find Denny is watching me. His hands move through my hair.
“Is that bad?”
“No. I think we do pretty well together. Don’t you?”
Together. I’m not even going to comment on the way my heart jumps around in a game of hopscotch. “Yeah,” I answer. “Definitely.”