“Okay,” I say softly. “But do you need to be, like, prepped first?”
He pulls back to meet my eyes and smiles. “Someone’s done his homework. And yeah, I’m gonna need to be opened up a little. I can do it if you want, or you can.”
“Oh fuck, yeah, I wanna do that,” I whisper, and damn, I really, really do.
He laughs, the sound hitting something deep in my chest. “Okay, eager beaver. Since you’ve only got one good arm right now, this might be easier if I’m on my back.”
He rolls off me, positioning himself so he’s lying with his head on the pillows. Then he takes another pillow and shoves it under his hips to give me better access before grabbing the lube. “Give me your hand,” he says.
When I do, he slathers up my fingers, then slicks himself up with a healthy amount. He gives me a cheeky grin. “First rule of sex with men: you can never have too much lube.”
I bark out a laugh, realizing I was holding my breath without knowing it. I’m nervous about what we’re doing, but not for any of the reasons I would have thought. I’m more concerned aboutmaking it good for Tanner, because he deserves it. I want to make sure he knows how much I want him. And not only in bed, but in my life, on my team, and yes, even sharing my crease with him.
“Okay, babe. I need your fingers. It’s not rocket science.” He grins. “Start with one, and go slow. I’ll tell you when I’m ready for more.”
I nod, shifting so I’m between his spread legs. It’s like he’s on display for me, his thighs open wide and his ass raised up on the pillow. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. “You’re sexy like this.” I grin. “Being in charge brings out your cocky side. I like it.”
I give his long, thick cock a few leisurely strokes before moving my hand lower, behind his balls, until my fingers brush against his rim.
His breath hitches, and he groans as he takes over on his cock, sliding his hand up and over the head, twisting when he gets to the crown. Then he cocks an eyebrow. “Like I said the other night, of the two of us, I’m the expert in stick handling,” he teases.
I lean over, kissing the inside of his knee as I circle his hole with my fingers, exploring the furled skin. I press gently with the pad of my finger, dipping inside just a little before retreating. Tanner shifts his hips, chasing my finger. But I want to keep playing.
I let out an evil-sounding chuckle. “You may have more experience withstick handling, butI’mgonna be the one scoring tonight,” I say, waggling my eyebrows.
The sound he makes is somewhere between a snicker and a groan as I press my finger against his hole again, using a little more pressure and sliding the tip inside him. “Oh, yeah?” he replies breathlessly. “That’s what you think, huh?”
He shifts down, seeking more, so I give it to him, sliding my finger in deeper and curling it, searching for that spot I’ve read about. When I find an area that feels a little different, I rub against it.
Tanner’s hips thrust forward. “Yes, god yes. Right there.”
“Oh yeah,” I say, my own voice like gravel. “I’m for sure putting one right through the five-hole tonight.”
He laughs, and the muscles in his ass contract around my finger. Damn, what will it feel like when it’s my dick getting squeezed?
“Fuck, I can’t come up with a comeback,” he rasps, circling his hips and letting his legs fall completely apart. His head rolls from side to side like he can’t control himself. “Brain not working. I need another finger.”
I pull my finger most of the way out of his body before working two back inside him. I love how his body opens up for me. When I find his prostate again, I press down, and he makes a long, hungry sound that goes straight to my own cock.
“Jesus, Louis, be careful, or I’ll come too fast,” he gasps, letting go of his dick and grabbing a handful of the sheets.
I give him a cocky smirk. “Oh yeah? Bit of a quick-draw, are ya? Don’t worry, Rookie, it happens to everyone.”
He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Tremblay. You’re the rookie in this situation. And don’t you forget it.” He’s trying to sound threatening, but he’s thrashing about like he’s been possessed with lust and unbearably hot.
I give him another evil grin, pressing down on the spot again. Tanner groans. “Not fair,” he gasps.
“All’s fair in hockey and sex,” I tease, which earns me another eye roll.
“Not true. You should take a penalty for this.” He’s practically whimpering.
“Oh, I’ll be spending some time in the box, alright. Don’t you worry about that.”
He rolls his eyes again, but he continues to grind down, riding my hand.
I’ve always loved sex, and I’ve had plenty of fun in bed, but this playful teasing, where each of us is giving as good as we get, is new. It’s a huge turn-on.
His cock is leaking precome onto his rock-hard abs as I fuck my fingers in and out of his body, and goddamn, I want to lean over and lick it off him. I’m trying to figure out how I can twist my half-broken body into position to do just that when he reaches between his legs to grab my wrist.
