“Is that so?” He sucks in a breath.
I spin him around so that he’s facing me, then go back to work, placing kisses along the underside of his jaw. “Don’t playdumb. You have to know by now what you’ve done for me and the team.”
He arches his neck higher and hooks his top leg over mine. “So all this time, the Mules just needed to bring in someone to get you off.”
I slide my hand down his torso again and slip my fingers under the waistband of his briefs to grip his growing erection between us. “Yes. That has been the key to unlocking my game play.”
“So you weren’t getting into fights before I came here?”
“No.” I lick a stripe down his neck, then settle my lips to gently suck on his pulse point. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make him shiver.
He sucks in a breath. “I still can’t believe you dropped the gloves.”
I pull away and flip him onto his back, then pin him down with my body. Hovering over him, I say, “He knocked your helmet off with his elbow. He earned that fight.”
It’s true. He did, but I shocked everyone by being the one to go after him for it. I’ve never been much of a fighter.
Brandon looks up at me. His expression has turned serious. “Are you not worried at all?”
“About fighting? No. I usually make Roysy do it for me.” I move to kiss him for the first time this morning on the lips.
He doesn’t let me reach him. “Not that,” he says. “And also, gross. I just woke up.”
“First off.” This time I manage to kiss him. “Not gross. And secondly, what are you talking about if not the fight?”
“Never mind,” he says and makes a move to get out of bed, presumably to go brush his teeth.
I stop him by sliding my hand around his hip to grab his ass, pressing him against me so our cocks, while still clothed, slot against each other. “Oh no. You’re not going anywhere until two things happen.” I grind my hips against his, causing him to groan.
“Which are?”
I stare down at him. “You stop dodging the question you wereasking me.” I rut against him, and he shifts his body so I can slot myself more directly between his legs, bringing better friction. “And we both come all over you.” I lean down and kiss him thoroughly. “It’s your choice in which order we do that.”
“Task two is making me not care all that much about task one,” he says, reaching between us to free both of our cocks. Together, we struggle for a moment to pull our underwear off, kicking it away from our legs.
I grin at him. “Good to know getting off is your first priority.”
“Fuck,” he groans when we slide back together. Skin against skin. Dick against dick.
I blindly reach with my hand to the bedside table and grab the lube off of it. Brandon takes it from me, pops the bottle open, and sloppily dumps some in his hand, making a mess of the sheets. I can’t help but laugh. I’ll leave the cleaning staff a nice tip.
As soon as he touches my dick again, wrapping his slippery hand around both of our lengths, I’m no longer concerned about who cleans this room. Because this right here between us is all I want to focus on.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I grunt out as I thrust into his fist, gliding our cocks together. I dip my head down and start feasting on his neck again. I pull back before I accidentally leave a mark. We’re naked around the other guys far too often in the locker room to risk claiming him in such a way. But it is tempting. I’ll have to go for his inner thigh next time my mouth is between his legs. Anyone who’s looking down there and sees it would deserve the shock.
“Don’t stop,” Brandon says. “I’m close.”
I take that as my cue to go faster with my thrusts. Which puts me close to my orgasm as well.
He sucks in a deep breath and presses his hips up, then collapses back down as he crests over his edge and comes across his stomach. He lets his dick slide out of his hold when he’s done coming but keeps a firm grip on mine. I keep fucking Brandon’s hand, chasing my own release, then with a final snap of my hips I shootthe start of my load over his. He strokes me slowly all the way through it, letting me coat him.
Collapsing beside him, I roll onto my side to face him. His eyes are closed and he’s smiling softly. His chest is expanding and contracting while he catches his breath, causing the pool of our releases to start to slide down his side off of him and onto the already messy sheets.
Reaching over with my hand, I turn him to face me. When he opens his eyes, I grin at him. “So what was it you were asking me?”
He cranes his neck and kisses me. “It’s not important.”
I run my knuckles over his cheek, caressing his cheekbone, which is slightly scruffy with a few days’ worth of patchy playoff beard stubble. “You don’t have to lie to me. If something is bothering you, you can tell me.”
