“Abbott,” he says my name now like a smack, trying to draw me out of the memories I’d disappeared into. “Fuck me. I won’t ask again.”
“You aren’t asking now. You’re demanding,” I reply and smile.
He smiles back and rolls over so his stomach is against the perfectly made bed. Then he pulls up his legs and he’s on all fours. His ass tilted up at me. “Oh fuck.”
I drop to my knees and palm his ass cheeks. Kissing one and then biting the other. He hisses out a curse word but I know he loves it. I know everything that gets him hot. “We’re doing this right this time.”
“It was right the first time.”
“I’m a big boy now,” I reply with my snark-mode at level ten. “I’m going to show you all the tricks I didn’t know then. Like this.”
I pull his ass cheeks apart and let my tongue slip in between them. As my tongue makes contact with his puckered hole, Declan strings together the most incredible pile of curse words I’ve ever heard in my life. And I’m a hockey player, cursing is an integral part of the game. I rim him like my life depends on it. The more he moans the harder my cock gets. By the time I add a finger, and then two, my dick is trembling. I pull back and growl out two words. “Lube. Condom.”
“Drawer,” he barks back.
I open his night table drawer with such force the whole thing comes flying out. The contents tumble to the wool throw rug, the drawer dangling from my hand by the handle. I swear and Declan laughs as he looks back over his shoulder. “Eager much?”
I give his ass cheek a solid bite before grabbing what I need off the floor. A half empty bottle of lube and a roll of condoms. I also notice a toy on the ground, that must have been in the drawer too, and I file it away in my brain for later. The idea of Declan playing with that, on himself, makes me shiver with lust. But right now, I have him right in front of me so I don’t need to fantasize. I roll on the condom and flip open the lube. I kiss my way across his spine as my fingers coat his entrance. He bears down on them and I grin. “You’re hornier than the first time.”
“No. Just know what I’m missing this time,” Declan pushes back and two fingers disappear up to the second knuckle. “And I’m sick of missing it.”
“Hint taken.”
“Then fuck me, Abbott.” God, when he says my name something in me loses it. This little part of my heart or soul turns rabid. I grab the lube again and make sure he’s good and ready as fast as possible and then, I’m eighteen again. His crisp white sheets he’s kneeling on morph into a muted floral bedspread in my mind’s eye. Like that night in the hotel. Like it’s our first time again. I watch my cock disappear inch by inch and the pleasure swells, growing stronger and stronger until I’m completely buried in his ass and passion is blinding me.
He pants out my name again as I start to move. My rhythm is hard and fast, not like that first time. I was tentative, unskilled, my pace unsteady, like everything about us back then. But now… well, sex-wise, we’ve come a long way.
I fight my orgasm like I’m in the ring with a prize fighter. I know I’m going to lose but I won’t give up. Declan is pushing back into me with every thrust. The noises he’s making are fucking hot as hell, but it’s not enough. I need to get him there before me. I swear, in this moment, I would give up the Stanley Cup for it. I reach over and grab one of his pristine white pillows and shove it under his hips. Then I push into him, hard, and reach forward and yank his arms back. “Down.”
It’s the only word I can form. He drops down and the pillow is in the perfect place. I move my feet off the bed, his legs hang over it on either side of me. It isn’t long after that he’s humping the bed pillow and moaning as loud as I am. “Look at me,” I beg.
He turns his head. Our eyes connect. I see that same look of pleasure and pain across his face that I saw as teens. He whimpers. “Fuck yes.”
And he starts to come, I can see it across his face. The pleasure and pain swirl into satiated lust and undeniable vulnerability. My eyes slam shut, my head snaps back, and I come like I’m drowning. At some point I collapse forward onto his back and I find myself pressing my mouth to the back of his neck. His skin is salty and hot against my lips. I hold the base of the condom and pull out and he groans in protest. “You did that the first time too.”
“Yeah this walk down memory lane has been a blast,” Declan replies and I can hear his smile in his tone. “Five stars. Highly recommend.”
“Smart-ass,” I whisper and head to his bathroom to clean up. When I get back, he’s up, his shorts on again, no shirt, straightening the sheets. It makes me laugh.
“Fuck off. I like a tidy bed,” Declan replies defensively but with a grin.
“Hey, you can make the bed at my place every damn day. I won’t complain,” I promise him and grab my underwear and tug them on.
“Is it going to be your bed?” he asks so quietly I almost don’t catch it.
I look up and he’s still fussing with the sheets so I can’t read his expression. Does he want it to be my bed? Or is he worried? “You’re more than welcome to your own room. I’ve got two extra ones even with Aspen and Andie there. But I want you in my bed if you’re okay with that.”
He stops smoothing the sheets and finally looks at me. “I think this proves how okay I am with that.”
“Good.” I bend and start to pick up the stuff that had been in his drawer. I hold up the toy. A small, vibrator. “And I want you to make sure you pack this.”
Declan lifts both eyebrows but he nods. “Okay.”
I walk over and kiss him, quick and hard. “Are you overthinking this?”
He reaches up and lets his fingertips grab my beard. “Maybe a little. It just feels too easy. I’m a pessimist. I worry this is too good to be true.”
“It’s not.” I wrap my arms around his waist. “Think about it this way. Maybe we already did the hard part. Maybe we deserve easy.”
