It’s another half hour before I hear the lock click open and Bodie walks through the door.
“Hey, babe.”
“Whoa.” He jumps a little with his hand to his chest when he sees me sitting in the dark. “Why is everyone trying to scare me to death today?” He’s not slurring his words, but I can tell he had a few drinks.
“Sorry,” I say as I stand and close the distance between us.
His eyes zero in on my present for him as he licks his lips. “You’re wearing a jock for me?”
“Do you like it?” The red and black jock is incredibly uncomfortable, but when I see him smile, it’s not so bad anymore.
“You were right. That’s hot as fuck.” His palms are warm against my hips as he turns me around, his hands exploring my ass once it’s in full view. “I’ve seen them on guys hundreds of times, but they’ve never looked this good.”
Prickles spread up my spine and down my arms as his hands graze my skin. “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper over my shoulder. His reaction is exactly what I expected. His eyes crash into mine with a mixture of fear and excitement written on his face. I’ve only topped him in the handful of times we’ve had sex in the past month. We’ve never even spoken about if him topping was an option until now.
“Are you sure? I always thought you were a top.” His hand flies to cover his mouth. “Shit, was that wrong to say? I shouldn’t assume by the way you look. That was such a straight person comment. Am I a straight person still? I don’t feel like one anymore. I had your dick in my ass; of course I’m n—” He stops to take a breath. If I were to go by the color of his face alone, I’d say Bodie’s head looks like it’s about to explode. “Please don’t be upset, because I really want to fuck you in this right now. I didn’t mean anyth—”
“Bodie, chill. I’m not offended.” I suppress a laugh. “I usually do top. I’ve only bottomed twice, I think. Maybe three times.”
He looks at me with a creased forehead. “Why now, then?”
I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. “Because I love you and you deserve all the happiness in the world.” His body shivers as I kiss my way down his neck, my nose brushing against his skin.
“So, your ass is happiness?” he chuckles, a handful of my ass in each palm.
“I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me in about twenty minutes.”
“I don’t need twenty minutes to confirm that,” he says, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands graze my hips as one cups my ass, the other fingers feathering up my back before gripping my hair, then his lips eagerly take mine. His erection is already pushing against me through his jeans as he carries me to the couch.
His fingers slide between my cheeks toward my hole until they skim across my second surprise.
“What’s this?” he says, poking the plug I’ve been wearing since the game started. I’ve worked my way up to the third size in the training kit I bought specifically for the final round of playoffs.
I set my feet on the floor and smile when he still doesn’t remove his finger from the plug.
“I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything. The hard work is done.”
I see exactly when it dawns on him what he’s touching, and suddenly I’m swung around like a ragdoll and bent over the couch. His hands start exploring the base, pushing and tugging, and I get worried for a moment. “Don’t pull it out too fast.”
He regains his self-control and slowly rocks it back and forth while pulling gently until it pops out. I sneak a glance behind me,and I see the moment his eyes turn from fascination to panic as he stands upright and hurries to unbuckle his belt.
“Whoa, babe. Slow down. Where’s the fire?”
“Isn’t it going to close up?”
I stand and stare at this beautiful man in amazement, all while he continues to fumble with his pants. Rather than bursting his bubble, I hand him the bottle of lube from the couch and kiss him softly. He doesn’t let me go right away, loving every inch of my body with his hands and mouth, until he turns us and sits down.
“You’re in control,” Bodie says, making me love him even more.
I straddle him as he lubes up my entrance then douses his cock with an obscene amount before he helps line me up with it. His tongue glides along my collarbone, making me quiver with need. My body is screaming for him, longing for him to ravish me. Every part of me wants to be consumed by this man until there’s nothing left of me to hide.
Bodie is patient and caring as I lower myself onto him, tenderly massaging my body with our trembling lips locked together as our moaning fills the room. “Holy fuck, your cock is—” When I get to the point where I think he’s about to split me in two, I pause, and we both take deep breaths.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
“Yes, almost there.”
“What did you tell me they say in those books you read?” I’m already laughing while he thinks about it.
