Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JAMIE
In mid-January, as I wake up in Ethan’s bed — in Ethan’s arms —for the second night in a row, I can’t help but think this is too good to be true. His arm is heavy over my waist, the breath from his nose tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.
I can’t help but wonder…is this what having a boyfriend is like?
That sends me spiraling a bit, assisted by the fact that Avery had clearly noticed my new surroundings during our last phone call.
I take a deep breath, trying to pull myself back into the moment, noticing Ethan beginning to stir behind me.
I push myself back on his morning wood and a low hum echoes in his throat.
His lips come to my neck, his dick rubbing up and down the cleft of my ass.
“Mmm…good morning.” It certainly seems like one from where I’m sitting.
“Morning, babe.” The term of endearment falls from his lips as if by accident. His tongue runs up to my ear, where he laves the lobe then bites it gently.
Jesus. I should really call him on the affection, the overnights. Ask him what’s going on and where we’re going with this.
But in this moment? I just don’t want to.
He pulls off my ear, dragging his teeth as he does.
“Can we try something…new?”
This pulls me up short. Ethan has been a generous lover, even talented. But I wouldn’t necessarily call him creative. He seems serious about being a strict top, and every time we’ve tried something “new”, it’s been because I initiated it.
That being said, it doesn’t seem that he’s opposed to creativity, per se.
Hell, that trick with the plug in Calgary turned him positively feral in the best way.
Rather, it seems like his experiences thus far have been limited to quick and quiet hookups in hotels and back rooms, and whatever could be most easily and quickly done in those spaces.
In other words, I am dying to know what new thing he’s wanting to try. I turn in his arms to see his face more closely.
“Sure. I mean, we can at least discuss it.” In truth, I don’t know that there’s anything he could suggest that I wouldn’t be into.
A bright blush rises in his face. He leans in close, his mouth next to my ear.
“Can I use my mouth…here?” He runs a hand down my spine, a finger tracing around my hole.
Well, color me surprised. “Ethan Tremblay, do you want to…rim me?”
I didn’t think he could blush harder, but he does.
“If…if you’d be into that.”
“Well, I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. But I need a second to, uh, prepare.”
A look of confusion crosses Ethan’s face. It’s moments like these that I remember how new he is to some of this.
“If your mouth is going there, some cleaning is gonna happen first.”
A look of comprehension dawns on his face.
“Do you…do that every time?”
Oh, my sweet summer child.
“Yeah. I try not to, uh, draw attention to it, you know? It kinda ruins the vibes.”
“Why?”
Well, I don’t really know what to say to that.
“I mean, you’re putting in extra work to make sure it’s good for us both…isn’t that, like, exceptional vibes? Is there anything I can do to, uh, help?”
Sometimes I think I know this man and then he surprises me. I kiss him gently on the cheek, feeling a dangerous amount of fondness for him in this moment.
“You can sit here and think about how you’re going to take me apart. I’ll be quick.”
With that, I head to the bathroom and grab a few supplies from my toiletry kit.
When I return to the bedroom a few minutes later, the sight before me takes my breath away.
Ethan is sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, totally naked.
His right hand is lazily stroking himself, while his left traces around a nipple.
Filing that away for later, I crawl onto the bed.
As the bed dips under my weight, his eyes flutter open, a slow smile spreading across his face. I can’t help myself from smiling back.
“How do you want me?”
“I’m, uh, open to suggestions, if you have them.”
Now it’s my turn to blush.
“Maybe some pillows I can lay on? To support my hips?”
He starts pulling pillows from the top of the bed, stacking them in the middle.
“Your throne,” he says, a touch of humor to his tone.
The hockey player in me who has a practice tomorrow is grateful for the support, easing the pressure on my hips. I drape myself across the pillows, ass high in the air, dick nestled against Ethan’s high thread count pillowcase.
“Should we, uh, lay down a towel? Underneath me, I mean?”
A fire lights in his eyes.
“Baby, you do whatever you want to that pillow, ok?”
Fuck. Douching in the cold bathroom had tamed my morning wood, but if Ethan continues like that, it won’t be for long.
He drapes himself over me, starting with territory he’s already covered — the back of my neck, my shoulders, my spine. He pays attention to each one, carefully kissing and tracing them with his tongue.
He moves lower, his mouth focusing on each vertebra while his hands trace down my sides to grip my waist. As he reaches the top of my ass, he pauses.
“You still good?”
Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.
“Yes. Please keep going. Please.”
You could say I’m a little worked up, and he hasn’t even done anything yet. Still, my dick is stiff and eager beneath me.
He sits back on his haunches, dragging his hands down to my cheeks. Using his thumbs, he spreads them, taking his time and just looking at me. I feel my entire body go red with his attention.
“Mm. You look so sweet for me, baby.” He brings his mouth down and licks a wide stripe across my hole.
The feeling shoots up my spine, warm and soft, but still impossibly arousing.
I hum my approval as my hips rub my dick across the pillowcase.
I know for sure that I’m leaking, that Ethan’s pillow is being marked by my precum.
He focuses in, his tongue tracing tight circles around the pucker of my ass.
I feel myself simultaneously soften and harden, opening to him while my arousal increases.
Every now and then, his tongue pokes at my hole, attempting entry.
I can feel the saliva drip down my balls as my hole gets wet and begins to open.
Finally, his tongue is able to push inside and a whole new set of sensations begin.
“Fuck, Jamie, you taste so good. Love feeling you on my tongue.”
I moan wordlessly into the pillow, focused on the sparks that seem to dance up and down my nerves. Ethan moans into my ass and the vibrations make me frantic with need.
“Oh, fuck, Ethan. You’re so good at that. Fucking love how you eat my ass. Do you like it baby?”
He nods frantically, his morning scruff rubbing against me in all the right ways.
“Are you ready for a finger Jamie?”
Ready for a finger? I’m pretty sure I could take his entire dick right now without an ounce of lube, he’s got me so open to him.
“Yeah. Yes. Please.”
My unintentional begging is rewarded when a long, rough finger pushes into me, crooking just so to find my prostate.
God damn is he good at this. I try to stay still, to take what he wants me to have, but my hips seem to have a mind of their own, pressing into the pillow and then back onto his finger.
And every time that finger brushes over my prostate, those sparks flare to life, glowing and throbbing along every inch of my body.
Just when I think it can’t get any better, he spits on my hole and adds a second finger.
The drip of his saliva, the stretch of his finger, the stimulation inside me all come together and I come harder than I ever have, harder than I ever thought I could.
My hole grips his fingers as I drench the pillow beneath me, uncontrollable keening sounds wrenched from my throat.
“Oh fuck, Jamie. That was so hot. I didn’t…didn’t know you could do that.”
Neither did I.
The waves of pleasure are still working their way through my body, only heightened when he gently slips his fingers out, leaving my hole slightly open.
“Come on me, E.”
His eyes flare wide, his hand already flying over his dick.
“You…are you sure?”
“Yeah. Come on my hole. Please?”
The words seem to force the cum from him, white rope landing on my back, my ass, my hole.
He seems surprised by it, a gasp drawn from him at the same time.
As he catches his breath, I half expect him to flop down on the bed next to me, as usual.
Instead, his eyes can’t seem to leave his handiwork, tracing over the stripes of white.
Almost without thinking, his finger traces through the mess, bringing my nerves to life again. I’m almost too sensitive for this…almost. Just as I’m about to ask what he’s doing, he bends down again.
“I think it’s my turn to clean up now, yeah?”
His mouth is on me again, licking up his own cum.
The thought alone is so stimulating I feel my dick twitch beneath me.
I’ve never come twice so close together before, but then I’ve never been quite this inspired before.
I slip a hand underneath me, cringing a bit at the cooling cum I find there.
At least it’s still wet enough to serve as lube.
As Ethan works his way back to my hole, I stroke, murmuring encouragement to him.
“Yeah, baby. Oh fuck, that’s so good. Love watching you, love how hot that is.”
In the end, all it takes is a single finger sliding home, slicked by saliva and whatever cum Ethan didn’t already swallow. I’m a goner, coming again, my smaller second load joining the first on the pillow.
As I wrap the towel around my waist after my shower, I head back into the bedroom.
“Babe, I am 100% sure you need a new pillow. There’s no way that’s washing out.”
Ethan doesn't respond, but I'm sure he's just distracted with breakfast.
“I can probably get something on delivered today.”
I head to my duffel, finding it completely empty of clean clothes with the exception of one pair of socks. Conveniently, Ethan isn't that much bigger than me. I grab a pair of joggers out of the chest of drawers and pull them on – I'm sure he won't mind that I don't grab a shirt to go with them.
“Babe, did you hear me?” I head for the living area, smelling coffee in the air.
As I emerge from the bedroom, the first thing that crosses my mind is that we're not alone. There, sitting at the kitchen island, is over six feet of Russian goalie.
Suddenly, I wish I'd grabbed a shirt after all.
“Oh, uh, hey Alexei.” I look toward Ethan, whose face tells me nothing. The two seem to be locked in a staredown, and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. Finally, I just grab what I really need – there's no way I'm getting through this without a cup of coffee.
The clatter of the carafe seems to break whatever trance they're in.
“Um, Alexei was just stopping by to take me for brunch. It was a, uh, surprise.”
I bet it was.
“Well, that was a great workout, Cap. But I need to do some, uh, laundry? So I'm gonna....go.” As quickly as possible, I go back to the bedroom to grab my duffel – and a shirt. Behind me, I hear footsteps.
“You don't need to leave, Jamie.”
I cover my face with my hands, unable to conceal the embarrassment rising within me.
“I am so sorry.” I whisper.
Ethan crosses to me.
“Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong.” The words are a little reassuring, at least. He's not blaming me personally for this.
“Yeah, well, I'm sure this isn't how you wanted your best friend to find out you're, uh...” For once, I'm the one who can't get the word out.
“He knows.”
My eyes shoot to his, and I'm sure my shock is written clearly on my face.
“About us?”
“About me. I, uh, told him. A couple weeks ago.”
At this, I need to sit down on the bed.
“You told him ?”
He nods and I grab for his hand.
“Was he...okay about it?” I can't believe he didn't tell me. Did he think I wouldn't want to know?
“He was great. He, uh, already knew. He was just...waiting for me to tell him myself.”
I've often wondered about this. Ethan is in his early thirties and, as far as I can tell, has never had a girlfriend to speak of.
In a sport where the average player is married by twenty-five, it's not unremarkable.
But somehow, I've never heard anyone on the team give him shit for it. Do they all know?
“I'm so glad he was good about it.” I say, squeezing his hand once more before standing up. “But based on the look on his face, I think you've got some more talking to do.”
Now it's his turn to lift a hand to his face, scrubbing at it as though he's exhausted.
“I'll talk to you later, ok? Text me to tell me how it goes?”
The hand runs through his hair as he nods, his smile more of a grimace.
I see myself out, waving at Alexei on my way toward the door. His eyes follow me closely, but not as closely as Ethan. He's there right behind me, opening the door before I get a chance to.
“I'll see you tonight?” he asks, trying to catch my eye.
“Um, like I said, I've got laundry to catch up on.” I know he's trying to be a good guy, but I need to give him this out.
“Cool, I'll swing by your place, okay?” With that, his hand lifts to my cheek, bringing me in for a kiss. It is soft and swift and more than I ever thought he'd do in front of another person. I try to smile, but the move threatens to spill the tears from my eyes.
“I'll see you then.”