Hearing those words set my blood on fire, and I let him go. “Bed,” I rasped, going to the nightstand drawer for the lube and condom. Fallon lay with all that glorious hair spread across my pillow, and I dove into its silky beauty, my cock dragging along his rigid length. “Feels so good.” I kissed his ear, shoving my tongue into the tiny canal, and his dick spurted out precome. “You’re everything.”
“Don’t stop,” he whispered.
“I gotta be inside you, or I’ll explode.” My mouth caught his, our kisses sloppy and wet, growing more demanding.
“So do it.” Fallon dug his fingers into my shoulders, his hips bucking hard against mine. “I told you last night to wreck me. Do it now. Fuck me hard. Shove it up in me. I wanna feel you for days.”
His dirty mouth was more of a turn-on than I’d imagined, and a red haze descended over my eyes. All I could think of was my dick in Fallon while his tongue played in my mouth. Rolling on the condom physically hurt, but I managed and lubed myself up. Fallon raised his legs, and I rubbed the head of my dick around his hole, loosening him up.
“Baby, I’m so fucking hot for you, I might not last.”
“I don’t care.” Eyes wild, a sheen of perspiration on his face, Fallon clawed at the sheets. “Please, please.”
Inch by inch I sank into him, caught between watching Fallon’s face turn pink with pleasure and the sight of my dick disappearing in his twitching body. “Holy fuck. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A half smile tipped up the corner of Fallon’s mouth. “Yeah?”
Lust curled in my belly as he stroked his flushed cock, the slick sound of it moving in his fist my new favorite music. My head spun as, like a spider, he drew me into his web of lust and passion. And like a fly, I tangled myself into the glittering threads of Fallon’s silk, knowing full well I’d never escape.
And didn’t want to.
“Oh God, fuck, fuck me,” Fallon cried out and came, arching against me, hot come making our sweaty skin slippery. The bed banged, our pace hard and punishing. My heart thundered in my ears, and I barely felt the sting of his fingernails digging into myshoulders. The air between us shimmered golden, and under me, Fallon stilled.
“Patrick,” he whispered, sounding dazed.
“Yeah.” Still buried deep within his body, I ran my lips along the bridge of his nose, coming to rest on the softness of his mouth. “I feel it too.”
I began to move again, slowly this time, pulling out almost completely, then slamming in on return. Fallon moaned and trembled—I knew he was sensitive, but I was too far gone and continued to hammer into his almost limp body. A tingling started in my legs, traveling upward to my groin, and I thrust hard, once, twice, until I exploded and collapsed.
“Patrick,” Fallon choked out, but I couldn’t move except to open one eye. “Please. I can’t breathe.”
“Sorry,” I grunted. With effort, I managed to pull out and get rid of the condom before falling back into bed. “I feel like I’ve been sacked a hundred times in a row. There’s no way I can get out of bed.”
Fallon rolled to his side and laid his head on my chest. “I can’t either. Not yet.”
I managed to tuck my arm around him, holding him close. “Not at all. Stay with me tonight. Please. Don’t go home to that place. I’ll be here by myself, and you’ll be there alone. It makes no sense.”
“I don’t know.”
His hesitancy upset me. Why didn’t he want to stay?
“Come on, Fal, please? No one has to know.”
His eyes grew stormy. “Somehow, people always find out.”
I tightened my grip on him. “I promise we’ll be okay.”
Chapter Fifteen
Fallon
Each morning I swore I’d muster my self-control to be strong and not let the physical overtake my common sense, but nothing made sense when it came to Patrick. It was as if my brain had switched off and only my emotions were left to rule my body.
From that first night I’d stayed with him, I hadn’t left—every night I’d gather my things to go home, Patrick would kiss me, and weak with desire, I’d capitulate. “One more day” had turned into a week, and now it was time for him to go on the road. Tuesdays after game days were mandatory for the players to rest and recuperate from the battering they took on the field. And Patrick had been a target for the Mavericks, who’d come after the Kings with every weapon in their arsenal. Penalties galore, shit-talking between the teams, and despite massages, whirlpools, and icings, Patrick was hurting. His focus during the day had been on practice, but at night he was all mine. Aware that our time together was limited, I took care of him from the moment he came home, giving him the physical comfort we craved from each other.
It wasn’t only sex between us. Curled up together at night, Patrick would tell me his fears of not being good enough to replace someone like Dev.
“Every time I step on the field, I’m in his footsteps, and it’s hard not to make the comparison.”
