“If you run your mouth, I’m taping it shut.”
Keep my hands above my head, don’t touch him, and don’t talk. Got it. “I get to be the pillow princess tonight?”
He covers my smile with stick tape. “I swear, you’re a brat just so I’ll punish you.”
Damn, he’s catching on.
I was pissed earlier when he tried to force me to sleep alone. My emotions are a mess. The worst thing he can do is ice me out, because I will destroy everything. The idea of being without him triggers that furious scream inside me, the ticking time bomb.
Being away from Aurora doesn’t help. Ethan’s right—the craziness has escalated. The darkness lurks just under the surface of my skin, waiting to be unleashed. Only his rough touch pacifies it.
The mattress dips, and my mind quiets, acutely focused on what he might do next. He settles between my thighs, his fingers finding my waistband, and I raise my hips to help him remove my sweats and boxers.
His hard body comes over me, our legs entangled, his clothed erection pressed to mine. He grabs my chin, tilts my head, and kisses my throat. His beard rasps against my skin, and goosebumps erupt on my chest.
“Can I mark you here?”
That deep rumble goes straight to my heavy balls.
I nod, lost to him. I’d let him do anything as long as he kept touching me.
His teeth sink into my neck, a searing brand. Endorphins flood my system, heightening my senses, and my hips flex, grinding against him.
“You like that, don’t you? You like it when I claim you?” His body dips and applies more pressure to my aching cock, but it also makes it impossible to find friction.
It’s maddening.
My reply is a throaty groan, thick with need.
Players will suspect something when I show up tomorrow with a bite mark—not that I give a fuck. I’ll wear it proudly. Seems Ethan is okay with assumptions and rumors swirling around but draws the line at me clinging to him on the team jet when I’m insecure.
“I love you, Jax.” His hot breath ghosts over my skin. “I think about you all day.” His fingers thread through my hair. “I want you as badly as you want me.” His mouth trails south, kissing, nipping. Then, his fist tightens in my hair, and his sweet pillow talk turns harsh. “You’re. Mine.” Each word is punctuated with a sharper bite. “Don’t forget it.”
The praise-pleasure-pain is a balm to my black soul.
Since I didn’t win last night and caused him trouble, he probably won’t allow the collarbone tattoo—but I’m absolutely getting it after the next game.
Lazily, he moves down my body, coming to rest between my legs.
He palms my shaft, and the air catches in my lungs. Wetness runs down my length, and I realize he’s spitting on my dick.Fuck yes.
I’ll die if he sucks my cock. Okay, maybe notdie, but I’ll definitely shatter the world record for the fastest orgasm. I can’t imagine anything better than blowing my load down Coach’s throat. Just the thought has me leaking precum all over his fingers.
He strokes me from base to tip, his grip firm and rough. His thumb circles my slit and swirls precum over the crown. “You want my mouth, beautiful boy?”
His touch…his words… I respond with a whimper.
Soft, pillowy lips engulf the head of my cock, and my hips jerk.
Holy fuck. This is real. I’m getting a blow job from Ethan.
He gently applies suction and curls his tongue around the ridge. I let out a stifled moan and fight to stay still, desperate to plunge farther.
Sucking cock is self-explanatory, and he quickly finds his rhythm, taking me deeper with each pull. It’s fucking incredible, and I tilt my head back and shut my eyes. I’m so close…
Then, the suction disappears, and my eyes pop open.
No!
