His lips hover over mine, mouth open, eyes slightly open. Though, I don’t think he’s really seeing me. He fumbles with my pants before letting them fall to my ankles. Keeping one hand around his cock, I press my back more firmly into the door so we can see between us as he frees me. The pads of his fingers are rough. Calloused. I should show him what a proper lotion regime can do to fix that.
But not right now. I enjoy the coarse touch.
I spit between us, making sure that it lands on his exposed dickhead. I doubt I need much lubricant since he’s leaking. Something that sends a thrill through me. As soon as I’m surethat he’s wet for me, I line up our dicks and carefully push our heads together, bringing his foreskin around my cock too.
Hansley gasps, his hands on my hips. Gripping me hard. He’s going to leave bruises, but I’m too distracted by the sensation to care. He feels so good. Thick and hardening as I brush our cockheads together under his loose foreskin. This works better when he’s not nearly as hard. I can go deeper then.
Or so I’ve been told. This is the first time I’ve had the pleasure of doing it. Even with uncut guys in the past, I haven’t expressed interest. It was a minor curiosity then.
But now, I want to be a part of his body.
“Kiss me,” I hiss as I jerk us a little harder.
He does, a hand moving to the back of my neck as he holds me tightly. His hips rock. His kiss burns through me, turning my blood to fire, and I groan loudly.
We need to do this right. Next time. Another time. I want to feel his skin like this another time. Pulling away, I feel smug when he protests with a grunt. But I drop to my knees and bring his dick into my mouth before he can speak.
His inhale is loud. I look up, meeting his dark eyes as I suck him down. Hansley’s swollen lips remain parted. His cheeks are pink. His breathing is labored. Is this what this man looks like moving around the ice? Maybe hockey can be sexy.
I show him just what I can do with my mouth and hand. His grip doesn’t loosen on the back of my neck, even as the angle’s changed. So good. So good.
“I’m gonna—” he chokes out a moment before he fills my mouth.
Instead of backing off, I swallow him deeper to catch every drip of his load. He groans, low and deep. “Fuck,” he grunts.
Then he’s done, and I’m gripping my cock in my fist as he backs away. Dropping my eyes, I think,What just happened here? What did I do?!
“You should go,” I whisper, breathless.
He’s panting. I can hear him even though I refuse to look up. “Lemon—” he says, but I shake my head furiously.
“You need to go. We have to work.”
There’s a moment when he doesn’t move. My cheeks heat when he puts his cock away and straightens himself out. I’m not sure when he dropped his bag and helmet, but he retrieves them as I slip sideways so I’m no longer in front of the door.
He pauses again, and I’m sure he’s staring at me. I let my head hang a little further so he can’t see my face. My makeup is probably hella fucked right now.
The click of the lock sounds loud, making me flinch, and he’s out the door, then it clicks shut almost silently behind him.
That shouldn’t have happened. What’s wrong with me? Why do I do stupid things?
Why can’t I think of anything else but the next time?!
Face scrunching, I get to my feet and lock my door again before heading to my bathroom to finish my issue and pretend I have my shit together. Maybe the biggest lie I tell myself is that this won’t happen again.
CHAPTER 10
HANSLEY
I’m beginning to wonder if I even know the word no. I should have said it no less than a hundred times, but optimistic me thought that maybe Lemon wanted to clear the air. That’s why he intercepted me this morning.
There is nothing in this world that could have made me think he’d want to suck my dick.
I can’t even fathom why I let this happen. If for no other reason than I’m married. Where was Jessica in my mind over the last twenty minutes?! Why wasn’t the knowledge that I have a wife whom I love very much enough to make thisnothappen?
And yet, the thing that’s bothering me the most right this second isn’t that I just cheated on my wife. I mean, more than kissing. I feel like kissing might be forgiven a little, uh, easier? Maybe that’s wishful thinking. But what’s truly bothering me is the fact that, once again, he just did the equivalent of run away after.
This time, he kicked me out. Without meeting my eyes. I have to wonder if he’s going through some shit. Maybe that’s why he’s so… mean.
