“You like it here?” I asked.
“It’s okay. Not like I’m gonna live here forever.”
“Planning to move someplace?”
“That’s not what I mean. I’m going to live in a mansion with my NHL money someday, remember?”
“Right.”
“I’ll be married to a blonde super model and have three kids, but there’ll be plenty of cash to support everyone.”
“Uh-huh.”
He'd clung on to his pipedream of marrying a woman even as he gave me a footjob under the table. Of course. That was Kayden Preston. He was the master of his own destiny and could make his life anything he wanted it to be.
If that was true, then I could remove any and all temptation for Kayden from my mind. But I couldn’t do that. Now that I felt his foot brush against mine again, I touched my free foot to his. Our eyes stayed locked on one another as if each was waiting for the other to flinch.
I struggled not to wince. That would only show weakness. I drew a deep breath or else I would’ve exploded.
“I live by myself,” I said.
“You do?”
“Uh-huh. I’m not really into the whole roommates thing.”
“Isn’t it kind of expensive to live on your own?”
“It’s a studio apartment. Real tiny.”
“Westside?”
“Sort of. It’s on Bush Street.”
He lifted an eyebrow like he didn’t know where that was.
“It’s in the Black Rock neighborhood. You know where Nick’s Place is?”
“Yeah, the restaurant across from Wegmans.”
Instead of continuing this stupid foot business, I ran my leg along his powerful calf. His eyes widened, gazing upon me intently now. Then I felt his hand grope at my knee. My breathing quickened, and every concern I’d brought with me vanished. Right now, only Kayden and I existed, and I couldn’t deny that the erection that’d swelled in my pants had grown overpowering.
Kayden couldn’t deny that his dick was hard too. Okay, he mighttryto deny it, but I knew damn well he was turned on as I was.
I saw in his eyes a hunger, something that said he wanted to throw me on the floor and fuck me on the spot. Only I couldn’t allow that. I was the one who was supposed to be in control. I was supposed to ensure we stayed level-headed and made sensible decisions. We were co-captains, but I still had to be the responsible one, and?—
Kayden’s foot found the pit of my crotch and rubbed against my hard-on. My eyes opened wide. Ther image of a whistling teakettle intruded on me as I stared the deepest into Kayden’s eyes yet. I wouldn’t flinch but felt my willpower dissolving and knew I couldn’t hang on much longer.
The more his foot rubbed against my crotch, the more I wanted him, needed him. I pictured myself on an airplane, digging my fingers into the seat and gritting my teeth during the ascent. In that way, I did everything I could to hold fast to my principles, but my final thread of willpower snapped.
I popped up to my feet, blew out the candle, and swept away our plates and glasses with a single sweep of my arm. I almost didn’t hear the crashing sounds as they hit the floor. Kayden lunged across the table, his lips meeting mine immediately.
He swung around the table, and I threw my arms around him, his throbbing meat poking my legs. I gasped. Oh my God, that feeling never got old. Our lips stayed pressed together as I unbuttoned his shirt, finding his bare torso underneath. He lifted my shirt over my head and both articles of clothing hit the floor.
I crouched down, whipped his belt out through the loops, and tossed it away. Then I practically tore his pants off. Unlike our first encounter, I went right for it and felt totally in command.
When I peeled his underwear back, his dick sprang forth, and I took it whole in my mouth. Kayden leaned against the table, thrusting his head back. I felt his fingers comb through my hair.
“Oh yeah…” He whispered the words like my mouth had brought him the perfect gentle pleasure. Little did he realize that I would stay gentle for only so much longer.
