Chapter 7
CONNOR
In my mind, we bolted from the car to the elevator, went straight up to my room, and had each other naked in two minutes flat.
In reality, we hung back in the car for a few minutes to calm ourselves down. Our half-zipped jackets could hide the most incriminating issues, but we at least needed to unruffle our hair and maybe not look quite so flustered and out of breath.
We both knew what was going to happen once we were behind closed doors. At the same time, I didn’t actually know. We’d only done so much when we were younger. Beyond what I’d gleaned from kissing and some clumsy handjobs, I had no idea what this man liked in bed.
Guess I was going to find out tonight, and there was something exhilarating about that. About reconnecting with my old friend, and this also being a completely new experience.
When we were as composed as we were going to get, we stepped out of the car and strode casually (but quickly) toward the elevator.
On the way down the hall toward my room, we kept a platonic distance between us.
Couldn’t be too careful, especially with our jackets announcing our affiliation with the Games.
At my door, we both paused to look up and down the hall. No one.
I opened it and gestured for him to step inside, and then I followed.
And as soon as the door was closed…
“Fuck,” Madars growled an instant before he kissed me up against the door. His hands were all over me. Mine were all over him. Through jackets and jeans, our hard-ons rubbed together, and I thought I was going to melt to the damn floor.
“Bed,” I managed to say. “Let’s get—bed.”
“Good idea.”
Not that we let each other go. Still kissing, we pushed off the door and started across the room, tugging at clothes as we explored each other’s mouths.
From the door to the bed, we left a trail of jackets, shoes, and shirts.
I was ready to drag him down onto the mattress, but he wisely stopped to strip off the last of his clothes, and I did the same.
I was glad, too. Not just because we’d be naked when we got into bed, but because I got this amazing view of his physique.
Oh my God. Madars had always been fit thanks to hockey, but almost a decade as a pro had sculpted him to perfection.
He was lean and compact, every groove and contour testifying to countless hours in the gym and on the ice.
On top of that, some incredibly talented tattoo artists had left their mark, covering one powerful arm in a full sleeve and wrapping intricate lines around the right side of his ribcage.
And oh, that hard dick definitely had my attention. Especially when he started stroking it, grinning at me as he looked me up and down the same way I’d been looking at him.
“Holy shit, you’re hot,” I said before I could stop myself.
An adorably bashful chuckle broke through, and he came closer, reaching for me. “You’re one to talk,” he growled, and then he claimed my mouth, deep and hard and messy.
Forget ogling him. I could stare at him later. Right now, this was what I wanted—his mouth against mine and our naked bodies pressed together.
I broke away long enough to pull back the covers, and then we were in bed, tangled up in each other.
Oh, fuck, I loved the way his body felt.
Every muscle was tight and lean, every groove and contour perfect beneath my palms and fingertips.
His hot skin made me dizzy, and the hardness of his dick against me had me trembling with need.
I didn’t even know what I needed us to be doing, only that I wanted friction and heat and long, messy kisses.
Madars’ lips left mine with some murmured Latvian profanity, and then he was kissing up and down my throat. I arched under him as I dragged my nails up his back, which made him hiss.
“Fuck,” he breathed before kissing beneath my jaw. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Some witty comment like “you’re doing just fine” or “this is a damn good start” tried to make its way out of my mouth, but then he nipped my collarbone and all I managed was a wordless whimper.
Madars had always been the most amazing kisser anyway, and this unhurried exploration of my body with his lips was perfect.
He was confident now in ways he hadn’t been in the past—neither of us had known what we were doing—and I could’ve spent the rest of the night just letting him kiss, lick, and nibble every inch of my skin.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. “I love that.”
He looked up at me as he circled my nipple with the tip of his tongue. “I’m not even doing anything yet.”
“Y-yeah, you are.” I squirmed under him. “Fuck, Madars…”
A hot breath of laughter rushed across my skin, and then he was teasing my nipple again. Lips, teeth, tongue—he had me arching off the bed and pleading for more. More of his touch. More of his mouth. More of him.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Let me suck your dick.”
A shiver went through him, and he gazed up at me with fire in his eyes. “Yeah? That’s what you want?”
I nodded, licking my lips. “Yes. Please.”
He made a low sound from the back of his throat as he crawled back up over me, and then he was kissing me again, deep and hard, as the dick I wanted to suck pressed against my hip.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on—if I’d ever been this turned on—and I wanted more even if I went up in flames.
“That what you want?” he asked again in a hoarse whisper. “To suck my dick?”
I whimpered and nodded. “Yeah.”
Fuck, if it were possible for a man’s gaze to make me come, Madars’ smoldering eyes would’ve made me go off then and there.
He brushed his lips across mine again. I nudged him onto his back, and I loved the way he swore under his breath as I headed down. When my lips grazed his cock, he sucked in a sharp hiss, and I gazed up at him. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and that helpless, needy, pleading expression was sublime.
Then I took him in my mouth, and we both groaned.
Shaky fingers carded through my hair. “Holy shit, you’re good at that.”
I hummed around him and took him deeper, reveling in his choked moan.
I’d always enjoyed giving head, but doing it to Madars was incredible.
He was so damn responsive, murmuring my name and curses and encouragement as I licked and stroked him.
His fingers tightened in my hair, and the sting in my scalp gave me goose bumps.
I should’ve grown it out longer so he had more to hold on to.
Well, whatever. He managed to get somewhat of a grip, and it was enough to hurt a little—perfect.
And speaking of perfect… this man’s cock. He was slightly bigger than me, but not so big that I couldn’t blow him comfortably. If he was at all into topping—oh God, yeah, I could take a dick like this all night.
Regardless of size, I wanted to take his dick all night.
Every time I ran my tongue up the shaft or around the head, every time I took him into my mouth and let him slide between my lips and over my tongue, I needed him even more.
I hadn’t been this horny in I didn’t know how long, and I wanted Madars to drill me into oblivion.
Or take me—if he wanted me to ride his beautiful ass until we both lost it—
I had to pause and catch my breath. Just thinking about one of us fucking the other had me so keyed up, I was on the verge of coming fast enough to embarrass myself.
“You all right?” he asked breathlessly.
“I’m good. I’m…” I swept my tongue across my lips as I gazed up into those stunning eyes. “Just really, really turned on.”
He grinned. “You too, huh?”
“Ooh, yeah.” I came back up and straddled him, and he hauled me down into a hard, greedy kiss. We made out. We rutted together. We pawed at each other. Fuck, I was going to end up coming before either of us had touched my dick, and honestly, I didn’t mind.
He wasn’t going to let me go untouched, though.
“My turn,” he murmured, rolling me onto my back. “You don’t get to have all the fun.”
I laughed, and then he was kissing his way down my throat, and I was dizzy with need. I’d been happily blowing him without even caring if he reciprocated, but now that he was headed that way—oh, hell, yes.
He was in no hurry, though. Instead, he worked at my neck for ages, then started down my chest. My nipples had never had this much attention; by the time he continued down my abs, I was fucking vibrating with arousal.
The closer his kisses came to my cock, the harder it was to breathe. I wanted to feel his talented mouth working its magic, but he was in no hurry at all. Lazy trails of light kisses. Exploring my hipbone like it was something completely new. Kissing and nipping along the inside of my thigh.
And when I was a breath away from “Just blow me already, damn it,” he ran his tongue along the underside of my dick, and I almost lost my mind.
“Madars,” I whispered, not even sure what I meant to say. “Fuck…”
He hummed softly and continued licking and teasing. Then he steadied my cock with his hand, and I closed my eyes, knowing he was about to really get to work. If he was half as good at oral as he was at kissing, he’d have to peel me off the damn ceiling.
Oh. God. He was that good. He gave head like it was an art form he’d perfected.
Teasing with his tongue and fingers. Licking everything he could reach.
The only thing that stopped me from suggesting he finger my ass was that I’d probably blow my load the second he touched my hole.
It was a genuine miracle I hadn’t lost it already anyway.
“Come up here,” I begged. “Kiss me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Frustration zinged through me when he stopped his ministrations on my cock, but then he was back on top of me, kissing the breath right out of me.
We rutted against each other again and pawed at each other, hunger in every touch and moan, and by the time we came up for air this time, the room was spinning around me.