Jari was prompt,and I made myself walk slowly to my front door and lazily open it as if I hadn’t been preparing for an indoor picnic all day. Snow blew in with the handsome hockey player, whipping about in the foyer until I slammed the door shut on Old Man Winter.
Jari shook the snow from his dark hair before his gaze touched me. “Wow, you got tan.”
“Greece does that. It was a little chilly for swimming, but we didn’t let that stop us. Yanni and I. Swimming. I wasn’t swimming with random men or anything. Yanni swam with lots of women, but I wasn’t really interested. In the women. Or the men.” He gave me a wan smile as he unbuttoned his woolen coat. “I’m sorry. For some reason, I tend to get chatty around you, and no one wants to hear some doofus run on about swimming.”
“I like to hear you run on.” That confession knocked me back. As did the shy move he put on me, easing in so close I could count the melting snow droplets on his thick lashes. “Your voice is soothing. Is that stupid?”
“Nope, no, not at all.” My mind went blank. “So, there’s a lot to eat. I grilled some burgers. About froze my balls off outsideflipping patties.” He chuckled. I really liked that sound. He needed to do it more often. “I made macaroni salad and some baked beans. There’s a bread pudding for dessert that seems a little too bready.”
“How is bread pudding too bready?”
We had yet to leave the damn foyer. Why were we just standing here? “I don’t know,” I replied on a gentle exhalation as I tumbled into those expressive eyes of his.
My gaze fell to his lips, then darted back to his eyes. He gave me an imperceptible nod. I leaned in to peck his cheek, but he turned his head slightly. The kiss landed on the corner of his mouth. Then things went a little sideways. Actually, it was less of a slight skid on an icy patch and more like a semi hitting a sheet of ice, then careening through four lanes of traffic to take out a bridge, four traffic lights, and a water tower that then flooded a local feed store.
Within a blink, I had my mouth over his and my hands in that soft, dark brown hair. Jari was not shy. Not at this moment. He grabbed my hips, yanked me into him, and began to grind against me in sinful ways that made me forget about bread pudding. I walked him back to the door. His fingers bit into my flesh through my jeans. His cock, hard as a poker, rolled over mine. We both grunted at the contact. We made out for hours, days, years, maybe. Time was inconsequential. Still, someone had to hit the hand brakes here. Being the older one, I felt it should be me. I broke the kiss to give us a breather because this was rolling way out of control. I had to get things back on my side of the road.
“Can I blow you?” I asked, which seemed unlikely to pull anything back from the brink.
“No! Yes. Fuck,” he panted, rising to kiss me again, pulling at my hair and licking deep into my mouth.
I tried to tug away. This was a no. Consent was vital, and I’d misread things, and we’d gotten carried away. He gripped me, but I needed to be sure. “Jari?—”
“Please…” he begged. “I need this.”
“Jari—”
“Please!”
I loathed to leave his lips, but he gripped my hair and pushed me down to my knees into a puddle of melted snow, and I buried my face in his crotch.
“That’s… shit… I need…”
“Jari, is this a yes?” I gave him a moment.
“I need this. Please.”
“Jari—”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
“I know what you need,” I whispered into denim stretched tight over a fat cock. With shaking hands, I unzipped his jeans to free his prick. His cock was slick, long, and veined. I gave the slit a tender lick. His hips bucked wildly as he twisted his fingers in my hair. “Easy, easy,” I said, but really didn’t want him to go easy. Iwantedhim to use my mouth. I placed a kiss on his hipbone. He steered my mouth back to his cock. Taking the head between my lips, I tasted the first slick of his release, and moaned as I swallowed him down greedily, working at my fly to get my dick out as he pumped away with a chaotic rhythm that had me tearing up, gagging, and working my cock like a madman. I should have been ashamed at how fast I came, Jari filling my mouth just a few seconds before I shot a mess all over the Italian tiles. Gripping his powerful thighs, I sucked him dry, popping off only when my own dick began to get chafed.
Kneeling there in the foyer with wet knees and spunk on my chin, I had no fucking idea what to say to him.
“I think I like your picnics,” he said, not budging an inch but with a gleam in his eye that made me snort in amusement.
Rising slowly, I ran the back of my finger along his whiskery chin. “I think I like having you over for picnics,” I whispered before claiming his lips in a kiss.
He didn’t shift right away, and I waited for him to regret it, because my body didn’t know what came next. This was usually the part where things snapped back into place. Clothes. Distance. Control. Except nothing did.
“Thank you,” he murmured. And maybe we would have talked or something, but the oven timer went off. “That’s the beans.”
“Okay.” We both awkwardly tucked our limp dicks back into our pants. I expected that to be the moment things reset. Instead, he stayed right where he was, shoulders tense, gaze unfocused like he was recalibrating. He didn’t look embarrassed; he looked as if he was braced for one outcome and hit something else entirely.
“So, I uhm… Generally, I don’t pounce on my guests.”
He dipped his gaze. “It’s just me?”
