“You don’t waste time,” he says, tone amused as I work on the buttons of his shirt. “You’re used to getting your way, aren’t you? Bet men like to fawn over you. Give you everything.”
“Statistically, yes.” I’m already kicking my shoes off as I help him undress. I’m a multitasker like that.
“Statistically?” Damon laughs, but he thankfully matches my enthusiasm as he pulls my tight shirt off me. His voice hitches as his gaze tracks down my body, his eyes darkening. Good. He likes what he sees—and I like what I see as well, because I’m greeted by steel abs as soon as I finally get his shirt off him. He’s so hot that it makes my mouth water, and I place a palm on his chest, fingertips scraping lightly against the soft hair there.
He sucks in a breath when I drag my fingers across his pecs, my thumb grazing against his nipple. I give him a wicked grin, pressing up against him and feeling his hardness against mine through our pants.
Damon cups my face, then he tilts his head and—
I grip his jaw, keeping him in place. “Sorry,” I say. “I don’t do that.”
“Kissing?” He sounds perplexed. “Another deal breaker?”
“Something like that,” I say.
And because I can’t let him think this was all a huge mistake, I unbuckle his belt and kneel. My knees hit the carpet, and when I look up, Damon’s gazing at me with wide eyes and a parted mouth, his bare chest heaving slowly.
“I know, I’ve got a lot of hang-ups. Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth your while,” I tell him. “If you’d like me to stop now, though, it’s cool. Just tell me.”
Damon keeps silent, and his mouth curls into a lazy smile.
He doesn’t stop me when I hook my thumbs against the hem of his pants and underwear. He doesn’t complain when I pull them down slowly so that he still has the chance to back out if he wants to.
He doesn’t back out. Damon only watches me, his fingers finding their way to my hair as he grips my head softly. And when I put his stiff cock in my mouth, swallowing it down to the base without any preamble, the sound of his loud groan and the back of his head hitting the wall is music to my ears.
The grip he has on my hair tightens and loosens, and he holds a hand to his mouth to muffle his groans. Not sure why, considering we’re the only ones in this huge place. I continue to suck him off, palming his heavy balls as I do. God, he’s delicious. Damon’s dick is thick and long, and it’s a good thing I don’t have a gag reflex because I’m able to savor every inch of it. His thighs quiver but otherwise he’s still. Too still.
I pop off him and give him a look. Stroking him leisurely, I say, “You can be as rough as you want with me. Just saying.”
He sucks in a breath and puts his hand on my arm. The grip he has on my hair tightens, and before I know it, he’s pulling me up. Damon holds me close enough that I feel his breath on mymouth. In a moment of panic, I think he’s going to kiss me—but he doesn’t. He respects the rules I set out.
Instead, he knocks our foreheads together and asks, “Where’s your room?”
“Down the hall to the right,” I say. It’s the guest room, actually, but he’ll probably figure that out himself when he sees how it’s devoid of any personality.
He yanks his pants up, covering his cock, and I frown. Before I can ask, he slides his hands down my arms, down to my waist, then to my back. Then my feet are literally lifted off the floor. I gasp, but he only laughs as I scramble to wrap my legs around him. Damon gives me a huge grin, his hold on me firm, which calms me. The effortless way he carries me toward the guest room makes my dick leak.
“Hockey players are something else,” I grumble against his neck.
He laughs and presses his lips against my temple. It dislodges my heart, but I can’t even complain about it because it’s technically not breaking any of my rules. And I did put my mouth all over his chest. I put it on his cock.
“Not a hockey player anymore, sweetheart,” he says.
Sweetheart.Sweetheart.
Who the hell does he think he is, using that nickname on me? We’re practically strangers. It’s horrifying to me that someone can be this sweet so freely.
Even more horrifying is that I like it.
A lot.
2
Ellis
The air is sucked out of my lungs when Damon throws me back against the bed. I lift myself on my elbows as he pulls his pants down again and kicks them off. My mouth waters when I see his hard, glistening cock once more. I’m done for, it seems. Ruined. I get one taste of this guy and I’m obsessed.
“Clothes off, Ellis,” he murmurs.
