My body melted into his, and I held him tighter. “I do, too, but I can’t handle it. You fucking hurt me, Rafael.”
“Cody, tell me what I can do. How can I make up for the word vomit I spewed in the car?”
For what I wanted to say, I couldn’t look at him, but I needed to say it. “I know in my head that what you said in the car is the truth: our parents would flip, we have a hockey team to think about, and school will start in a few months, which will only further complicate things. But I just can’t turn off my emotions. I want you to show me you care, and I want to feel safe caring about you.”
Rafael pulled me closer and said, “I liked holding you that night. I liked waking up with you in my arms.”
“I liked it too,” I whispered.
“Let’s sleep in the same bed.”
I looked at him with wide eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
My heart thundered in my chest. I never expected Rafael to say something like that. It was such an intimate gesture and so unlike him.
“I want that,” I said.
“Good. Me too. We can figure out how to navigate this together.” We kissed again. My hips thrust into him as my cock hardened. He pulled away and asked, “So, no more brat behavior on the ice?”
I raised a brow and said, “Let’s make a deal: you stop being a dick, and I won’t be a brat on the ice.”
“What a bratty answer,” he replied. “Deal.”
I kissed him again, this time a bit more playful and sweet.
He pulled away and smirked. “I couldn’t believe you tonight. You made it your mission to fuck with me. You have no idea how close I was to putting you over my knee and spanking your ass in the fucking locker room.”
Mmm, you don’t say?I looked down and saw the massive tent my dick had formed under the towel.
Rafael noticed too. “Well, well, well. Someone liked that visual, huh?”
Yeah, I did. I liked it a lot. “Do it, Rafael. Put me over your knee and spank me.”
Rafael looked truly shocked. “Fuck, Cody. You are so kinky. Are you serious?”
“Very,” I replied.
Rafael bit his lower lip as he backed away, grabbed the chair at my desk, and sat down. “Take off your towel and get over my knee.”
The towel slipped from my waist as I closed the distance between us. Rafael’s eyes grew hungry as he surveyed my body. “Assume the position,” he commanded.
I draped myself over his knee. It took some adjusting to find the right position, but I finally settled into it. I looked up at him; his face was the hottest mix of sternness and excitement.
“Do you want playful or painful?” he asked.
“Don’t be a pussy about it,” I replied.
His laugh filled the room. “You dirty little brat,” he hummed with approval. “We need a safe word. What will you say if it gets too intense?”
Hmm. Good call.I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Offsides.”
Rafael gave me a disapproving look. “Too cliché.”
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“How about Rutabaga?”
