“Blaze…” he whispered, his voice strangled. His fingers spasmed where they’d landed on my shoulders. I could feel his own erection swelling against my lower abdomen, telling me all I really needed to know.
We might not be attracted to other men, but we were one hundred percent attracted to each other. He was easily the hottest person I’d ever laid my eyes on. And those glasses one-hundred fucking percent did it for me.
I cocked my head to the side the slightest bit as I trailed the fingertips of my right hand away from his hip and toward the drawstring on the front of his shorts. His breath hitched, and he licked his lips. “You needed something?” I questioned.
“I…” he groaned when I slipped my fingers inside his waistband, teasing the skin just above his cock. “Fuck, Blaze.”
“Mmm,” I hummed, dipping my hand inside entirely so I could stroke the velvety softness of his hard length. I’d seen him enough times in the showers after practice to know how large he was when soft, and we’d shared enough women in the past couple of years that I knew his body like the back of my hand. Jaxon was not a grower, and I was a bit glad. Because fuck, he was impressive when hard—long and thick.
“Think you can get these off?” I asked him. “Then, I’ll give us both what we want.”
He eagerly nodded his head and leaned up on his knees, tugging his shorts off without ever leaving his position over my thighs. I slipped my sweats down just enough to get my cock free, then snatched the lube out of my nightstand drawer. We wouldn’t be having actual sex tonight, but fuck if I didn’t plan to get us both off.
He settled back on my thighs, and I hummed, stroking my free hand up his muscular, hairy thigh. “Good boy.” He shivered, and his cock leaked where it was resting against my own. I swallowed a groan. “You good?”
He nodded. “So good,” he rasped.
I grinned and uncapped the bottle of lube. “Well, you’re about to be even better,” I promised. “I’ve been doing research.”
He groaned. “So have I.” We both sucked in a sharp breath when the cool lube trickled over our cocks. Capping the bottle once more, I tossed it aside, then gripped our lengths in my fist. He shuddered, his lips parting. When I slid my fist down and thrust up, he whined, his eyelids fluttering closed. His hands tightened on my shoulders, and he leaned forward, resting his forehead on mine as I worked us over. Every time I slid my fist over us, I thrust forward. And finally, he caught the rhythm and moved with me, his hot breath fanning over my cheeks.
Tilting my chin up, I kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. We moaned and moved faster. My balls were drawing up tight to my body. I was so fucking close, but I needed him to come with me. Wanted to feel his cum mixing with mine and sliding along my cock.
“Come on, baby,” I rasped, panting now. My heart was hammering in my chest. “Come for me. I need?—”
He groaned long and low, his cock throbbing between us and his hips falling off rhythm. Sinking my teeth into his bottom lip, I moaned and came with him, our cum slicking down our cocks every time I shuttled my fist over us.
He slumped forward, tucking his face into the curve of my neck. I wrapped my free arm around him, still breathing hard, sweat glistening on my skin. “Holy… fuck,” I breathed. I hadn’t even been inside him, and that was, by far, the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
Jaxon nodded. “I think that’s the hottest orgasm I’ve ever had,” he confessed, speaking my mind. Pressing a kiss to my throat, he muttered, “We need to clean up, and then, I want to sleep.” He audibly swallowed. “Here… with you. If that’s okay.”
I tightened my arm around him and nuzzled his throat, inhaling the scent of him. “As if I’d ever let you sleep alone again, baby.”
Chapter 17
Jaxon
Waking up wrapped in Blaze’s arms would never get old. I knew it down in the depths of my soul. Even if I did wake up with a migraine to start off my day, it was still just a little bit better because Blaze was spooning me, my head tucked beneath his chin and his arms securely wrapped around me like he was afraid I’d try to escape him sometime in the night.
“You awake?” Blaze quietly asked.
“No,” I muttered, not opening my eyes. Blaze’s room was dark, but it still felt like it might be too bright.
He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “Migraine?”
How the fuck did he always know what was wrong with me? My chest tightened. I was a lucky son of a bitch to have a boyfriend who cared so goddamn much. Who wanted to take care of me on my terrible days and never made me feel like I was a burden or somehow too much. He just… from the moment my football career ended and I was told I’d be suffering migraines for probably years, if not for the rest of my life, and my vision may never go back to normal, he’d been there. Been my rock. Coming through for me when I could barely come through for myself.
“It’s a bad one,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.
“I’ll start a shower in my bathroom, and I’ll order breakfast to be delivered.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “Give me five minutes, baby.” Then, he was off the bed. I rolled over and squinted just so I could watch his fine, naked ass walk toward the bathroom. Migraine or not, I couldn’t miss that view. And fuck, it was a good ass—toned and muscular with lean, powerful thighs.
“I can feel you staring,” he called as he disappeared into the bathroom.
I grunted and allowed my eyes to shut once more. “You have a great ass.”
His laughter was quiet, but it still had my heart fluttering all the same. The shower started, but I didn’t budge. I heard him come back to the bed and grab his phone off the nightstand, but he didn’t sit. His thumbs tapped away on his screen, and then, he set the phone down before peeling the covers off of me.
“Come on, baby. Shower. I’ll be right there with you.”
