“I figured that would’ve been too creepy. Same goes for waking you up with my mouth wrapped around your dick. Thought it might’ve been overkill.”
I bring his face close to mine as I whisper over his lips. “I give you permission to wake me with either of those things whenever you feel like it.”
He doesn’t have a chance to respond before I’m claiming his mouth and thrusting my tongue inside.
“Mmm, you taste good,” Lennon says.
“It’s called brushing your teeth before bed. Maybe you should try it sometime.”
He gasps and covers his mouth. “Shit. I’ll be right back.” Lennon tries to get up, but I don’t let him.
“I’m kidding. I don’t care.” To prove my point, I take his mouth again, tasting him, nipping at his lip, and practically devouring him.
Lennon’s hands warm my skin as they travel from my back to my chest and down my stomach, venturing everywhere but where I really want it.
It’s not enough. Nowhere near enough.
My body ruts against his, and the room fills with sounds of heavy breathing and the creaking of the old bed.
Breaking our lips apart but refusing to move away, I whisper against his skin. “I want to fuck you.”
“I thought …” His head pulls back, looking confused.
“I’ve been thinking.”
Lennon opens his mouth, but I cut him off.
“And before you make a joke about not realizing hockey players could do that, let me finish.”
He smirks, because I’m guessing that’s exactly what he was going to say.
“I’ve been thinking I haven’t been able to make an informed decision before. I’ve only ever bottomed by default, and yes, I love it, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not curious.”
Lennon’s smile gets wider, which I didn’t think was possible, but then it drops. “Wait … like right now? What about supplies, and—”
“I’ve got it covered.” I roll over and reach under the bed and pull out my duffel bag. “You know how I said I’d planned to jump you? Boy Scouts are always prepared.”
An arm wraps around me from behind, and lips land between my shoulder blades.
“We don’t need them yet. I want to play first.”
I groan and throw condoms and lube on the bed somewhere while I roll us so I’m on top of him. “I like playing games.”
Lennon looks like he’s in pain, but the word “Yes” falls from his lips like he wants more, and it confuses me. Then I remember his ankle.
“Fuck.” I sit up, my legs trapping his narrow waist. “Your foot.”
“It’s fine. It’s so fine. No way will I let it get in the way of doing this. I’ve wanted this since the night I met you.”
“Need to make up for lost time,” I say.
“Exactly.” Lennon rises up and wraps his arms around me, so I can’t move from on top of him. Wet kisses land on my chest, and then his lips move to my pierced nipple. He tongues the barbell, sending a shock of electricity down to my overeager cock.
“Hurry up,” I whine.
He smiles around my nipple before biting down.
“Holy mother of fucking Gretzky.”
Lennon chuckles. “I think I’m going fast enough. I want to taste all of you.” His lips lay more kisses along my skin between him muttering, “Every. Single. Inch.”
My mouth wants to protest while my body screams “Hell yeah.” It makes an interesting gargled sound come out of me, and that makes Lennon turn smug.
“Someone’s impatient.”
“Someone likes teasing me,” I grumble.
“Someone needs a little self-restraint.”
“I’m a hockey player. It’s my job to be full speed ahead all the time.”
“Then it’ll do you some good to slow down for once.” Lennon’s mouth continues to taste me. His hands explore my tattoos and make me shiver.
“I don’t wanna slow down.” I try to grind against him, but his hands fly to my waist and lock me in place. The only way to get out of his grip might hurt him, and I’d rather be tortured than hurt Lennon.
He stood up to my family, and we’re not exactly an unintimidating bunch of people.
I admire him for what he’s gone through with those dickheads back in college and high school and he’s here giving me a chance anyway, even though there’s the serious risk I could turn around and be just like them.
Then don’t be, my conscience says.
It can’t be that easy, though, can it?
As I stare down at Lennon with his mouth moving over me while his hands hold me firmly in place, the sudden easiness of it all becomes clear.
With my new revelation comes the idea that going slow right now might be worth it. Because I want this feeling of being able to take on the world to last.
Plus, two can play at this game.
Lennon must sense my defeat, because as I lean down to kiss him as slowly as my mouth allows, his hold on my hips softens.