Page 26 of The Poster Boy
Seeing Marek without his ray of sunshine persona disoriented me just enough that it made me curious about how he’d fuck. And that curiosity got me in a world of trouble when he stepped even closer and ground his cock against mine.
Of course he was packing. Jesus. A groan tore out of me before I could stop it.
“How long has it been?”
Fucking hell. Myers had a voice that was pure sex. Or maybe my brain had fried, and I was that fucking desperate, because he rocked against me a little more, trapping me against the door. He put his hands on either side of me and leaned in so close that the slightest movement forward would press our lips together.
My cock throbbed. All common sense left my brain. I still didn’t answer his question, though.
“Why do you want this, knowing I don’t like you?”
“Lots of people don’t like me. But I know, though you might hate me, my privacy is your privacy.”
“Mutually assured destruction.”
“Close enough.” Myers licked his lips.
“I should say no. I should throw you out and go to sleep.”
Myers took the initiative, because I would never, and he moved in. Instead of going for my mouth, though, he tiltedhis head and went for my neck. Shivers tore up my body when he gripped my hips and rocked against me, grinding his cock into mine.
His hands were hot on my skin. Strong. Everything about him was solid. It had been years since I fucked around with another player. It was easy to forget how it felt to be with someone who was your physical match. Who could give as good as they got.
Myers had my blood pumping away from my brain and pooling in my core. My cock throbbed, achingly hard now, leaking in my sweatpants. Grabbing Myers by the waist, I spun us around and switched positions. He hit the door a little harder than I’d intended, but he bit off any complaint when I dropped to my knees.
“Jesus,” he breathed when I pulled his sweats down, revealing his, honestly, unfairly gorgeous cock. Long and thick, cut, with a pretty pink head and thick veins travelling from root to tip.
He sank his hands into my hair and held on as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, gathering up the slightly tangy precum that leaked from his slit.
This was a horrible idea. A terrible, horrible, awful idea. And I was going to do it anyway. Maybe I’d taken too many hits or too many punches, and it had knocked the sense out of me, but either way, it didn’t matter. I’d made my choice the moment I dropped to my knees.
Hell, I made the choice the minute I closed the door with him on this side of it. Whatever the fallout, this was going to happen, and there was no going back now.
Chapter 13
Marek
Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus fucking Christ. I’d always known Jay had a mouth on him, but usually it was reserved for scowling at me and taking shots to the teeth from someone on the other team. But he poked his tongue out of his mouth, licked the head of my cock like it was a lollipop, and then swallowed me down, wrapping his pretty lips around my shaft.
I should get a medal for bravery for letting my cock anywhere near Jay’s teeth. Half the time, he glared at me like he wanted to tear my head off my body and use it for a soccer ball. The other half of the time, he wouldn’t even look at me. But here he was, on his knees, doing his best to suck my brains out of my dick.
He sucked in a shaky breath when he pulled off and I thought that might be it. That he’d come to his senses, but apparently he was also the kind of guy who liked to play with a man’s nuts because he jerked my spit-slick shaft with one hand and gently took one of my balls into his mouth.
When I’d seen Jay on the other side of the door, I thought for sure this was some kind of prank he was playingon me. But then I saw the bulge in his pants and the need in his eyes. He might hate me, but he wanted me, and I could work with that. I’d been too terrified of some random guy selling me out to some tabloid to bother trying to hook up with anyone.
But Jay would never.Couldnever. Not only was he not out, but it would put him in a bad spot with the rest of the team. And I honestly didn’t think he was that kind of guy. He might be an asshole, but not like that.
Pleasure pooled in my stomach, tugging at my attention and returning it to Jay, who had gone back to using his tongue on my cock to drive me crazy. I wanted more than a blowjob, though. When he hadn’t known it was me, he’d asked if I topped. And now, more than anything, I wanted to get inside Jay.
“On the bed, Jay. Let’s see what we’re working with.”
“Fuck you, Myers,” he said, but he shifted away and got to his feet. The fact that he headed for the bed had me a little astonished. Part of me thought he’d take the first opportunity to kick me out of there. I was glad he didn’t. The truth was that I was hanging on by a thread, and I needed a distraction.
Jay Brookbank’s ass was a fantastic distraction.
I followed him to the bed and grabbed his hips, pulling his ass against me.
“Did you know…” I licked the shell of his ear. “I’ve never fucked a hockey player before.”
