“Jonah.” I dropped down, letting my weight rest on top of him. He was hard beneath me, his cock pulsing against mine, and I rocked my hips gently, making him groan. “After all this time—after all this—and you thought I still didn’t like you?”
He laughed and squeezed me tighter. “Okay, I had some idea that maybe you were into me beyond, you know. My dick and butt.”
I erupted into laughter, hiding the sound in his neck before pulling back. His grin was wide. It was sunny and sweet. Fuck, I had fallen so hard and so fast without realizing it. Tipping his chin up a little, I kissed him again, dipping my tongue into his mouth until it became hotter and heavier.
“I got…stuff,” he said, groaning as he shifted restlessly under me. “I, uh…I went to the store. The poor bastard on my SeeingEye app was so flustered when I told him what I was looking for, but he helped me get what I needed.”
I grinned. “Did you tip him well?”
He snorted. “It’s a free service, babe. Being blind already costs me a shitload of money. The least people can do is help me find a good lube so my boyf—my. Um.” He stammered to a halt.
I kissed him again. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
His skin heated beneath me, and his hands came up into my hair, gripping hard. “I think so. I mean, I’m…I’m terrified that I’m going to be a shitty one because I don’t have the greatest history at being, you know, good for people, but I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
“I think people have lied to you. You’re so much better than you think.” I kissed along his jaw. “But we understand each other. We live such similar lives. We’ll know what to do when things get hard on the ice—and when the organization is being shit, and when we have the world’s worst coach…”
“My coach is my best friend,” Jonah said with a small smirk, and then he bit his lip. When he let it go, it was shiny with spit and slightly puffy. “But yeah. Yeah. Maybe this really is perfect.”
“No such thing,” I said, but maybe he was right.
Maybe perfection existed, and it was right here in my arms.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said after a moment. “I want you to go slow to start and then fuck me hard.”
I sucked in a breath, then kissed him again. “Show me.”
Shifting under me, he guided my hand between his legs, teasing at the head of his cock, stroking over his balls, and then he pushed his legs up toward his chest so I could get to him. His hole was tight and dry, but I would change that.
“Where is this very fancy lube you bought?”
He grinned and gestured to the left. “Nightstand. Condoms too.”
I kissed him one more time before rolling over, and I found a small drugstore bag sitting on the top of the junk he kept in there. Pulling it open, I grabbed the lube first, peeling away theplastic seal with my teeth, then tore into the box of condoms and set one on the pillow before sliding up along his body.
“I’m going to finger you, okay? For a long time.”
“Mm. Not gonna hear me complain,” he murmured.
I laughed as I stroked a touch over his hole again with two fingers. “First though, I’m going to kiss you again.”
He turned his head toward me. “I really, really like when you do that.”
I laid my lips on his for a long, indulgent moment. “Me too. But I don’t mean here.” Slipping between his legs, I pushed them up high again, and he groaned when he realized what I was doing. I scraped over his chest, his nipples, down his stomach as I lowered myself off the edge of the bed and pulled him with me.
The floor was unforgiving beneath my bruised kneecaps, but for the moment, the pain didn’t matter. I had him spread wide in front of me, his own hands behind his knees, holding himself open and ready.
“I want you to watch,” I told him. I took his right hand and laid it on my cheek before lowering my head.
He groaned loudly, swearing at the ceiling as his fingertips wound their way from the hinge of my jaw toward my lips. They touched the corner of my mouth as I opened it and then traced my tongue as I leaned in to lick him.
“Oooh fuck, ohfuck. So good,” he said, voice thready and weak.
This would never get old. I would never get tired of the sound of him losing it or the feeling of his body shaking apart at the slightest touch. He was so fucking sensitive, and I loved every second of it. I buried my face deeper in his ass, speared my tongue into him as his fingers felt every movement.
His cock began to thicken and twitch, but I wasn’t ready for him to be done yet. I needed a little longer.
Pulling back, I kissed his hole, then reached for the lube as his hand settled in my hair. He seemed beyond words, and I was going to leave him that way. I wanted him dazed, horny, needy as fuck. I wanted him ready to shoot off the moment I sank inside him and had my cock thrust against his prostate as I rocked my hips down on him and let my lower body stroke his dick.
