Baby.
His hands explore me. Everywhere. Finding the hem of my t-shirt and sliding up, over bare skin. Ari’s fingers are as coarse as I imagined, the unshorn flesh of a man who works with his hands. They scratch over my ribcage, sending tingles straight to my quickly filling cock.
He pulls his lips off. “Fuck, Cody. I want to defile you.”
“Yes.”
“I want to make you all mine.”
“Please.”
“I don’t have condoms,” he says, leaning his forehead against mine. “Please say you have ‘em.”
I nod. “Yep. Bedside drawer,” I say between kisses.
He frowns. “I have mixed feelings. Happy you have them for us, but?—”
“Jealous?”
“You get jealous, too.” Is that a pout I spy? Ari’s so tough and manly all the time, seeing him pout is fucking adorable.
But damn right, I get jealous, too. If those pretty little puck bunnies flirt with him ever again after this, they’re getting jalapeno hot dogs.
“They’re old—but not expired.”
He pops the buttons on my jeans, ripping them open. “I guess that’s acceptable. I’ll just have to erase everyone else from your body. No big deal.” His lips mouth over my cotton-covered cock. I’ve never hated boxer shorts more than I do now. My fingers claw the sheets as he moves up, his lips suck the sensitive area of my torso, brutalizing the skin there.
New sounds slip from my lips, needy sounds. God, I’ve never been so desperate for one man, but it makes sense, I’ve been aching for him. Every word between us was a tease. Everyaccidental touch. Me trying to catch his gaze from across the rink—I can admit that I did it a lot—was our version of foreplay. But he—the cocky fucker—totally responded on purpose, waiting for just the right moment to look up from his floor mopping, enough to send my heart galloping.
He pulls my boxers down slowly, letting my heavy cock bob out. “Look at me, Cody. I want you to watch me swallow you down.”
“Ari, fuck.”
Hot. Wet. Suction from sexy hell. Jesus. I swear to fuck my cock squeezes, just the small muscles, enough to put me in danger of coming too soon.
“Sl-Slow down. Gonna come,” I croak.
His mouth pops off my wet dick, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the head. “No, you’re fucking not. Not till I’m inside you.”
Oh, God.
And this is where I get to see Ari’s dark side. He’s sweet and kind until he gets a hold of my cock, apparently. Now, he’s just fucking diabolical—like when he edged me in the locker room. He made ten minutes feel like an eternity.
His tongue drags over the shaft as he sucks. I moan.
“Please, Ari. Want you. Want you in me.”
“Soon.”
Ari sucks me until I’m near to exploding, then backs off only to repeat his special brand of torture. My hips buck, chasing his mouth. Sometimes they land the mark and sometimes I hit nothing but air. God fucking damn him.
He laughs. “You ready for me to fill you, Codes?”
Fingers toy with my hole, not dipping inside, only circling, fucking teasing me to death.
“Yes, dammit. I don’t care about foreplay tonight.” We’ve had enough foreplay. “I want to feel you in me, all over me.”
“Clothes. Off.” His eyes darken. “I’m gonna destroy you for anyone else, baby. Make you all mine.”