I bite my lip and watch him throw down the last card. He rises to his feet and thanks Bouchard and Olsen for letting the team party in their room. “Don’t forget practice in the morning,” he says to the few remaining team members there.
“Bus picks us up at nine a.m.,” I say.
Bouchard gives us a salute. “Aye aye,Captains,” he says and laughs to himself as he gathers the cards.
Once we get back into our room, whatever was haunting Gavin seems to leave him. Mostly. There’s still a trace of it in his eyes as he holds my face between his palms before he closes his eyes and kisses me.But at least here, while we’re alone, he feels settled. Centered. Content in this little corner of the world we’ve temporarily carved out for ourselves.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he says when he breaks the kiss.
“Could have fooled me.”
He kisses me again quickly, then continues. “I almost did it after you scored that first goal.”
“That would have been quite the moment,” I say, feeling relief wash over me as he kisses me again. This time deeper, more urgent. The kind of kiss I’ve been waiting for all night. I relaxinto it. We’re okay. I have nothing to worry about. Not now, at least.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands, and I comply. “Now get on the bed.” I step back and fall onto the mattress, looking up at him as he removes his sweatshirt.
He keeps his eyes on me the entire time he strips. When all his clothes have been shed, he grips his cock and gives it a few slow strokes. “Do you want this?”
I lick my lips and beckon him over. “You know I do.”
His eyes flare with lust, burning away that hint of loneliness I saw before. He gets on the bed and immediately crowds me. He’s everywhere. His lips are pressed against mine, his right hand is cradling my jaw, his left hand is lifting my right leg up in line with his torso so he can lay his body down on me, lining up our erections. And somehow, it’s still not enough. I need to be closer to him.
“Fuck me,” I whisper into his ear between long kisses.
He stills his body and lifts away from me slightly so he can look me in the eye. Inside those soulful brown pools all I see is caring. “Are you sure?”
My heart clenches. I’ve never been surer about anything my entire life. I’m surer about this than I ever was about hockey. I need Gavin. All of him. And I want to feel that need satisfied inside me in the only way I can imagine how. “I’m sure,” I say. “Please, Gavin. Fuck me.”
He dips down and kisses me again, long, and deep. It makes my entire body hum.
“Roll over,” he says the next time he pulls away, and I do as he lifts himself from me.
Once on my belly, he spreads out my legs, then I feel his wide hands spread my ass cheeks apart. I shiver with pleasure when his tongue laps against my hole. Just like the first time he did this, he makes a meal out of me and slowly feasts on my tenderest flesh. His licks are slow and lavish, and his hums of approval vibrate up my spine, setting my entire body ablaze with heat and desire for him.
But as good as this feels, it’s not enough. I need more of him. I’m desperate. “Please, Gavin. I need…”
“What?” he cuts me off. His voice husky. He licks me again and I moan. “What do you need?” He licks me again, and then I feel one of his blunt fingertips press firmly against my hole. “Do you need this?” He presses it inside while his other hand moves in a soft circular motion around my lower back.
“Or…” he says as he gently curls his finger inside me, brushing against a spot that makes me buck my hips forward. “Do you need something more?”
“More,” I pant, practically begging. “I need you.”
“You have me,” he says and curls his finger again.
This time I laugh. The sensation on my prostate plus his words are too much to contain. My need for him, my desire, and affections towards him are dangerously close to bubbling up over the surface. I’m almost too far gone, and my fear is that I don’t think I care. “Please, Gavin. I need more of you. All of you. Inside me.”
He uses his hands to roll me over, then crawls up my body to give me a kiss.
“Anything for my captain,” he says, then pulls away from me and leans over the bed. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can hear a zipper being pulled and the sound of fabric rustling When he comes back, he’s holding a condom and a bottle of lube.
I eye the condom. I know it’s the responsible thing to do. I know it really doesn’t make a difference, and that sex is supposed to still be just as great with one. The only other guy I’ve been with used one. But he wasn’t Gavin. And right now, I want to feel him skin to skin if I can.
I bite my lip and his eyes soften. He follows my gaze and seems to read my mind. “I’m negative,” he says. “I was tested before the season started and I haven’t been with anyone since. We don’t have to use it. But it is up to you. I can’t make that decision for you.”
I reach and pull it out of his hand, then toss it to floor.
He laughs and his lips pull into a hungry grin. Then, with his hands, he grips the backs of my knees and pushes them up andforward. He’s exposed my most vulnerable area in a shameless way, then dips back down and begins licking at my hole again. This time, his licks are fast and forceful, moving with a purpose of getting me as wet and pliant as possible.
