Page 58 of Crossing Lines

Moving faster over me, he pinched my nipple again. “Don’t come, Jonah.” He covered my moan with a deep kiss and gave me a few quick tugs, then stopped, squeezing me. Lifting his head, he gazed into my eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fuck…yeah.” Tingling swept through every nerve ending of my body. “More, Ryan.”

“More?” As the edge of his lip curled, he stroked me quickly, using his thumb to spread my precum, then stopped. “If you want more, you have to jerk me too.” With a soft chuckle, he pressed a chaste kiss on my mouth.

I chased his kiss, my dick aching for friction, my balls heavy. “Okay, now more.” I tugged his swollen cock, and he resumed his motions on mine. I whimpered as a knot coiled in my gut and my body shuddered.

Placing lazy kisses over my mouth, he tongued my lips, then nibbled down my cheek to lick inside my ear.

As a tickle shivered down my side, my cock jumped in his hands and my orgasm rushed to the edge.

He stopped. “You close again?” he whispered in my ear, then kissed the shell.

“Yes, I’m close.” I’d stopped stroking him again. When had that happened? He’d made me delirious. I skimmed my hand up and down his solid cock.

He thrust against my palm and nuzzled into my neck. In a ragged voice, he said, “I’m so fucking close right now.” Biting and licking, he kissed his way to my mouth. “Come for me, Jonah.” He pumped his slick hand over my shaft.

As heat and pleasure filtered through my body, I gasped. “Oh, holy fuck.” Pulses of climax ravaged me, my dick spurting cum into his palm and my sweats and underwear. “So good…” I gritted out. As I came to my senses, my gaze found his curly brown hair wedged between my neck and the couch. “Did you come?”

“No.” He lifted his head, his brows tensed, then raked his plump lower lip between his teeth. With a faint grin, he said, “Would be nice…” As he rocked his hips, his slick cock glided against my open palm inside his sweats. He hissed.

I buried his mouth in a hard kiss, stroking his cock and swirling over the head.

Groaning, he rutted against me as his body shuddered. “Jesus, fuck.”

His dick swelled further in my hand. I kept on him, penetrating his mouth with my tongue while his cock jerked and spilled into my palm and over my fingers.

As it slowed, he broke our kisses and relaxed against me. “Holy shit. That was…different.”

“But I liked it.” I slipped my hand from his sweats and took in the blobs of cum on it, then licked it all off. “Mmm, coach cum.”

“No,” he said in a warning tone while bumping me with his elbow. “You are not to utter that outside of this house.”

With a wily grin, I snapped my gaze to his. “Or what?” I planted a quick kiss on his lips, my heart blooming with emotion. If this wasn’t love, I didn’t know what was.

“Or…” He harrumphed. “I don’t know.” Sitting up, he twisted around and grabbed a napkin from our dinner off the side table, then wiped his hand. “You’re silly.”

“I can be. With the right person.” I grabbed a napkin from over my head, then swiped it through the drying cum in my underwear. “Guess you’re the right person.” I tossed the napkin to the floor.

“Yeah?” He cleaned himself off, then threw the napkin. “Come here.” He shimmied to his back and hauled me onto his chest, facing him, then wrapped his arms around my back. “Jonah, you’re the right person for me too.” He bit the corner of his lip. “I, uh, just wanted you to know that.”

“I know that.” As I propped on an elbow, I brushed his hair from the side of his face and gazed deeply into his light-blue eyes, framed by dark lashes. I could look at him all day. “Ryan, I…” My pulse jolted. Shit too soon.Shut the fuck up, Jonah.

“You what? Tell me.” He tilted his head over the throw pillow in the corner of the couch, his fingers sneaking inside my shirt and brushing over my back, leaving a light tickle.

“I can’t tell you yet.” I dipped my gaze, then came back. Shit, I might as well have told him now.

“So, you know, I think we’re on the same page, okay?” He creased his brows. “When you’re ready, don’t be scared to say it.” His gaze searched my face. “Shit, or maybe I should say it.”

“I love you.” My eyes grew wide, and my heart fluttered. Fucking hell, that was what he was talking about, right?

He yanked me down and, grabbing the back of my head, pressed a long, deep kiss on my lips. Against my cheek, he said, “I love you too.”

I lifted my head and looked at him, really looked at him, my gaze flicking between his eyes. “You, you do?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I think I’ve noticed it the last few days.” He swallowed hard. “Shit, I told my mom about you.” He ruffled the back of my hair. “I don’t do that for just anyone.”

“Yeah?”He fucking loves me!My heart soared. Not evenwinning the Stanley Cup could make me this happy. Okay, maybe I was still delirious from sex.

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