Page 5 of Catching Him

He watched Eric peel off his dress jacket and take off his tie. Next went the dress shirt, leaving behind nothing but the white T-shirt beneath. Fuck. Eric was sexy. Eric had thick, toned arms that showed he lifted weights, but he had a stomach thatproved he liked to eat. Goddamn. That was exactly Oakley’s type. He would fuck Oakley hard and then cuddle afterward. Oakley practically whimpered with unquenched need. He hadn’t touched anyone else since Eric caught his eye. Now he was dying.

Eric looked his way and caught him staring. A shy smile appeared. “What?”

Oakley shook his head. “You’re incredibly gorgeous.”

A blush tinted Eric’s cheeks. He looked away. “Uh. Thanks. You too.”

Oakley shook his head. He fought a laugh. “I’m going to grab a quick shower. Do you need in there first?”

Eric shook his head while keeping his gaze locked on his bag.

Oakley didn’t know if he actually hunted for something or if he just avoided Oakley’s stare. Either way, Oakley decided to give him a little space. As he walked toward the bathroom, Eric suddenly stepped into his path. Oakley didn’t get a chance to guess at his intentions. The air was knocked from his lungs as his back hit the bed. Eric’s huge body covered his. His tongue filled Oakley’s mouth. Oakley moaned. It was out of his control. He had known this person was inside Eric. Jakk had mentally beaten him down, but the real Eric was still in there. Oakley saw him now.

Eric shoved his hand beneath Oakley and squeezed his ass as he ground down on him. Oakley nearly came in his pants. Eric kneaded as he rocked against Oakley, stealing his every thought. Their tongues fought as Oakley tore at Eric’s skin. Eric made no move to get Oakley out of his clothes. Oakley was ready to beg.

Eric’s mouth moved to Oakley’s ear. “Tell me how to please you. I’m not a bottom.”

Thank fucking god. “Good. I am.”

Eric froze. He pulled away just enough to stare down at Oakley. “I never would’ve guessed that.”

Oakley got it. He knew he didn’t give off that vibe, but he loved to get fucked. He wanted it now. Oakley held Eric’s stare. “Now you know. Get inside me.”

Eric sat back on his heels and peeled off his t-shirt. He had a hairy chest. Oakley’s stomach muscles clenched. He couldn’t remember wanting anyone as badly. Everything he had said earlier was the truth. Oakley felt closer to Eric than anyone else in the world. There was no one else he wanted to be with. He didn’t think Eric realized how hard it was to be Oakley’s friend. Oakley was never around. He was always traveling. Being his friend meant always bending to his schedule. Eric never even seemed to notice how much he met Oakley more than halfway all the time. Honestly, that made him kind of sad. That meant Eric was so used to being unimportant to people he didn’t even think about it anymore. Oakley had to take care of him. He wanted Eric to travel with him and be first in his life, but he knew—afterthe way Jakk had strung him along for years—Eric would never agree to be that guy without marriage. If Oakley was to ever marry anyone, it would be Eric, so he had thrown it out there. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted Eric tied to him. Oakley couldn’t be on Eric’s dick fast enough. He had never felt so needy in his life.

Oakley worked on tearing his way out of his shirt. His eyes stayed locked on Eric unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Oakley tried twisting from side to side to take off his dress shirt, but aggravation built with each passing second. He growled in frustration. His gaze met Eric’s. They held each other’s stare for a moment. Smiles exploded across their faces as if they realized at the same time exactly how much the other wanted this and how crazy the entire situation was. Eric rolled to his back and scrambled from his pants and underwear while Oakley stripped as quickly as possible. Eric’s bag was still on the end of the bed. He snagged it, found the toiletries bag inside, and fished around until he came out with a condom and a small thing of lube.

He met Oakley’s stare again. “Don’t worry. This was already in there. I didn’t plan this.”

Oakley snorted without thinking. He immediately explained. “You’re not that guy, and I’m pretty sure I started us down this road.” He raked a heated gaze down Eric’s body, catching sight of his huge erection before meeting Eric’s stare again. Oakley let Eric see his lust. “You should hurry.”

While still holding his gaze, Eric brought the condom to his lips and ripped into the package with his teeth. Oakley was pretty sure he panted. His mind wasn’t working clearly any longer. Ericrolled the condom down his length. Oakley snatched up the lube and went to work, readying himself. Things weren’t moving fast enough for him. The instant he thought he was wet enough, he attacked. Oakley shoved Eric onto his back and straddled him. He impaled himself on Eric’s cock. His gaze collided with Eric’s. Time froze. It hit Oakley exactly how desperate he was for them to be more. He would do anything. Somewhere in the past year, Eric had become everything to him. He couldn’t fuck this up.

Somewhere along the line, Eric had lost his confidence. The way Oakley looked at him gave that self-assurance back to him. Oakley wanted him. Not just a little. Oakley acted desperate to have him. That was a mind fuck and an ego stroke. For a moment, it was like the universe held its breath. Oakley was on his dick, and they stared into each other’s eyes. Eric made a monumental discovery. He felt a hell of a lot more than he had wanted to admit to himself. Eric had been holding back, pretending all he wanted was friendship. Fuck that. He wanted everything.

Eric rolled, pinning Oakley beneath him, and took what he craved. The more he thrust, the harder he went. Oakley moaned like he loved it, and Eric’s brain was in a fog. The problem was,he wasn’t going to last. It had truly been forever since he had sex. Oakley had his head a mess and his body on fire. He was about to disappoint the fuck out of Oakley.

Calling on every ounce of strength he possessed, Eric pulled out and slithered down Oakley’s body. He swallowed Oakley’s erection. A shout burst from Oakley as Eric took him all the way down his throat. It was no small feat and his throat burned, but he meant business. Eric was horny as hell and on the edge. He didn’t want to play. Eric needed Oakley to blow so he could without humiliating himself.

Oakley grabbed his hair and held on. “Fuck, Eric. You’re killing me. Goddamn. That feels good.”

He was still talking too much. Eric needed him incoherent. He fingered Oakley’s asshole, finding that hot button inside. He massaged as he bobbed on Oakley’s cock. Oakley squirmed and whined while trying to fuck Eric’s fingers. He felt Oakley tense. Eric shot forward and impaled him once again. Oakley blew. His back arched, and he scratched Eric’s skin. Oakley’s orgasm took Eric out. He gasped and cried out against Oakley’s chest, riding the pulses of Oakley’s orgasm. His mind was completely blank. Ecstasy ruled the moment. He saw heaven and hell. Eric felt all the emotions from the high of Oakley to realization of how much this would hurt someday. He had shut himself off from his emotions, and now they were wide open again. Oakley was already under his skin. He was fucking terrified.

Oakley ran his fingers through Eric’s hair.

Eric kept his face pressed to Oakley’s chest. To his horror, there were tears in his eyes. Eric hadn’t expected this. Oakley had shown up out of the blue and taken over his life. He hadn’t meant to feel anything for him beyond friendship.

“I know.” Oakley lifted Eric’s chin and lured him into a kiss. His lips skimmed Eric’s. “Me too.” He brushed another light kiss across Eric’s mouth. “I didn’t see you coming, but I’m so goddamn thankful.”

Eric took the kiss he wanted. He needed to taste whatever budded between them. Happiness felt odd, but that was what grew in his heart. He found himself chuckling against Oakley’s lips. There was no place for all his hope and joy to go. “You probably want that shower.”

Oakley pressed his forehead against Eric’s shoulder and shook with laughter. If Oakley was serious about marrying him, then Eric was in. Their marriage would be built on friendship. That sounded like stability to him.

Chapter Four

Life was strange asfuck. When Eric had abandoned his college career to join Jakk on his professional football journey, he had enjoyed decorating their new home. For years, he had been surrounded by the lap of luxury. He had free access to Jakk’s millions and could do anything he wanted, except the only thing he wanted: love Jakk openly.

Now Eric couldn’t make himself look too closely at the ridiculously expensive high-rise apartment in the middle of New York where Oakley lived. Where Eric lived now too. Fuck. How exactly had that happened? Rather than eyeing the amazing view or sleek modern… everything, Eric chose to inspect Oakley’s shrine to himself. Eric knew that wasn’t what it was. Honestly, it was just a room housing awards and souvenirs ofhis long, successful career. It was just fucking strange. The past couple of years had been a complete rollercoaster for him. His highs and lows had been as extreme as they got. He felt like he walked through a dream.

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