Page 52 of Forbidden Hockey
“Suck,” I murmur.
Dirk swirls his tongue around my thumb, sucking his tears away. I pull my thumb away—my turn—and straddle him, leaning down to lick the tear traces away from under his other eye. I tug at his lower lip with my teeth and kiss him roughly.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Give yourself to me.”
He trembles underneath me.
“I’m all yours, Trav,” he rasps, tears still falling.
“And what are you not gonna doeveragain?”
“Use decoy men as fake boyfriends from Benduovr.”
“Buddy’s lucky he got away with all his fingers.”
Cupping his cheek, I kiss him one more time, as if that dude’s here and I’m showing him how mine my pretty boy is. When I release his lips, I look down at his face, tinged a delicious red, wet, and ruined.
“I suppose you’ve suffered enough.”
Getting down between his legs, I suck him into my mouth again, but this time there’s no more teasing, no more edging, just pure and brutal reward, with him still suspended by my verbal restraints. I draw it out of him with slow strokes and deep suction, my hand curling tight around the base.
He sobs, he moans, he shatters, coming with a noise so raw it makes my heart fucking seize. Like something got ripped out of him and replaced with me.
Dirk’s come so hard, he can’t move. Bliss-filled eyes flutter. “That was … was incredible. Fuck. And boy, did I ever learn my lesson. I thought I was gonna die. Would have been the best death ever, though.”
I kiss across his thigh and to his hip. I press a final kiss on the head of his cock. He keeps glancing at me. “What?”
“I wanna return the favor, but I’m sensing you want to put a wrap on tonight. Was this a one off?”
How much do I wish I could keep him here? But we’re on borrowed time. He can’t be missing from his house for too long.I suppose he and fucking Arthur could have hooked up at his place, but sometimes Dash gets here early in the morning. I don’t want to risk him finding out before we figure out what we’re doing.
Until we figure out if we can.
I make myself comfortable beside him on the couch, lacing his fingers between mine. “I’d never do what I just did and drop you, Dirk. Never. I can’t see the future, though. I don’t know if we’ll work, but I’d like to try. Slowly.”
“Me too. Slow is a good idea, but I warn you, it’s gonna be hard for me to keep my hands off you now that you’re my boyfriend for real.”
“Boyfriend? How did me sucking your cock demote me from husband?”
He shrugs. “You said slow, Trav. Just doing what you said.” He smirks.
Yeah, I said it, and yeah, I know it’s the right thing to do, but I don’t like having less ownership. Not sure how to solve this one other than adding my marks to him.
Dirk squeezes my hand. “I can’t say I know how this’ll work out either, but I’m fucking excited to try.” He twists his lips, some of the giddy excitement evaporating. “I’m not convinced you won’t bolt, Trav. You’re doing this despite your better judgment, not because of it.”
That’s the problem with morally gray decisions. I would know. “It’s better if I’m honest with you.”
He nods. “I’d rather you be honest, too. And as much as I’m ready to throw caution to the wind in some ways, I’m hesitant, too. I mean, I’m the one who’ll be changing your diaper at the nursing home. It’s a lot to consider.”
He gets a gentle cuff upside the head for that one. “Watch it.”
Dirk laughs. “Seriously, though. I’d find it concerning if you were willing to jump into bed with a young thing like me. I think it’s good, but I do believe we’re the exception.”
Or maybe love doesn’t have an age.
Scratch that, it does. It’s the age of consent for sure, but Dirk’s of age and consenting. It’s not like we jumped into this.
“Hate to bring this up now, when I’m half dead and probably don’t look as scary, but don’t think you get to avoid me, come back all growly and hot and expect me to roll over for you.”
