Page 17 of Provoking the Punter

Garrett gave a slow stroke and thumbed the head. His skin was rough. They weren’t the hands of an office worker. As tempting as it was to run his fingers through Garrett’s hair and pull him closer, he didn’t. In part, because he wanted to see what Garrett would do. That, and there was no need to hurry this along.

Garrett continued his slow strokes and sweeps before licking at the slit and taking the head into the hot, wet heat of his mouth.

Chester gave in and ruffled his fingers through Garrett’s short hair. He didn’t pull or grip, though, just touch, and it seemed as though that simple gesture was enough to reassure Garrett he was doing fine. As long as he didn’t start using his teeth, Chester didn’t care because he looked so fucking good on his knees.

Then Garrett lifted his gaze and took him a little deeper, his tongue working along the underside of Chester’s shaft. Chester couldn’t have pulled his hand away from Garrett’s hair if his life depended on it. It was all he could do not to thrust.

“Just like that,” he murmured, unable to look away as Garrett bobbed his head and sucked. He did not want to forget a moment of this. The heat in Garrett’s eyes or the feel of his mouth.

If he was pretty when he smiled, when those adorable dimples formed, he was irresistible now, with his mouth full of dick. If Garrett needed more practice, Chester would clear his schedule. He gave into the urge to roll his hips and fuck Garrett’s mouth. Not deep but enough that Garrett would feel he no longer controlled everything.

He expected him to pull away or freak out. But instead, there was a glint in his eyes, and he matched Chester’s rhythm, taking more each time. His balls drew up, as the need to come became more urgent. It was only when the head of Chester’s dick hit the back of his throat that Garrett flinched, breaking the moment.

Which gave him a moment of clarity while need coiled around him. “If you don’t want to swallow…”

Garrett’s hand remained fisted around Chester’s length and his tongue moved around the head.

Chester’s toes scrunched up his socks. One warning was enough. His fingers pressed against Garrett’s scalp, and he thrust with the intent to fill the football player’s mouth.

Garrett used his tongue more viciously, tormenting the head as if he wanted to taste him. Chester gave a low groan and stilled, spilling onto Garrett’s tongue, watching as he swallowed.

Definitely not how it expected this evening to end when Garrett had first walked into the restaurant.

Garrett rocked back and gave him a grin. “Clearly not as rusty as I thought.”

Chester was tempted to make a glib reply about any willing mouth being good enough, but even as the idea sparked, it was the wrong thing to say to Garrett if he ever wanted the chance of a repeat performance. He eased his grip on Garrett’s hair and let his fingers trail over his cheek. “You are very good with your tongue.”

And with a little practice, no doubt he’d swallow another inch or even two.

He held out his hand, and Garrett took it. Not that he needed it, as he rolled smoothly to his feet. But the hesitation was back, as if he wasn’t sure about what to do next.

Chester stepped in and slid a hand up Garrett’s chest, wishing there was no clothing concealing his body, and then around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Garrett’s muscles tightened for a heartbeat before giving in, surrendering, and melting against Chester.

He tasted himself on Garrett’s tongue as he decided that breathing was optional.

The hard length of Garrett’s cock pressed against him. He slid his hand between them, wanting to unwrap him and return the favor.

“I shouldn’t have stayed for the tour; I have an early start tomorrow,” Garrett whispered against Chester’s lips.

And he couldn’t spare a few more minutes?

“Are you sure?” Chester gave Garrett’s erection another stroke through his pants.

Garrett kissed him again, as though undecided. “Yeah.”

It was the least convincing “yeah” Chester had ever heard in his entire life. He released him, because Garrett had already said he was leaving. “Maybe another time?”

The flicker of fear was back in Garrett’s blue eyes, like something hideous emerging from the deep. There wouldn’t be a next time.

This had been a mistake.

And even though he’d been the one to come, he had no doubt that it was Garrett who was leaving with what he wanted.

“Thank you for the dinner and everything.” For the second time that night, Chester watched Garrett walk towards the door, but this time as he gripped the door handle, he glanced back as if he didn’t want to leave.

All Chester had to do was ask again, and Garrett would stay.

Chester glanced away and fixed up his clothing. He shouldn’t have invited Garrett in.. It had been a mistake for both of them. The door closed softly.

---