I run my hands over his broad shoulders and then down over his pecs. My eyes flick to his inked skin, focused on the raised scars that I didn’t notice earlier. I gently trace over them, a tightness in my chest as realization washes over me. It’s almost as if the tattoos were added to mask them.
What the hell happened to him?
My mind stumbles back to the night at junior hockey camp and Kyle Donovan’s jeers about Jack’s broken family.
Is that where these scars came from?
Was he…abused?
Pain colors Jack’s gaze as if he can see the questions peppering my brain.
“I don’t want you to look at them,” he whispers. “Just look at me, okay?”
I nod, speechless, his words stealing my breath.
He reaches behind him and shuts off the water, then leads me back into our room.
Naked. Dripping. Fucking horny out of my damn mind.
The room is dark, only a sliver of moonlight peeks in through the curtains.
Jack bends down and reaches for something in his bag. He tosses it onto the bed and then pulls me onto the mattress.
“I don’t know what to do,” I murmur as his lips capture mine again in a desperate kiss. “Tell me what you like. What you need.”
Still holding me tight, he places a tube in my hand. “Use this on your fingers and on your cock.”
“Okay.” I somehow manage to squirt some lube into my hand while my other one is locked around his waist. I slather it on my cock, which is already shockingly rock hard again.
“Use your fingers,” he says, nipping at my lower lip. A gasp hisses through his teeth when I cautiously slide two fingers into his ass. “Scissor them to open me up,” he rasps. He leans back on the mattress, and I straddle him, working his cock with my free hand. It’s a little weird and I’m trying to keep the momentum going for him, but my brain is foggy with lust, too many sensations coursing through me to think straight.
My pulse almost chokes me as I work my fingers deeper, following his instructions. He pulls my head toward him, his green eyes glimmering with the same kind of carnal flames that blaze deep inside of me. Our tongues tangle, teeth cracking as our frenzied mouths feast on one another.
And when he breaks the kiss and stares at me like I’m the center of his world, I don’t need an invitation.
Blood rushes between my ears, my pulse hammering against my throat when I cautiously push inside of him, not knowing what to expect, but letting out a low groan as his muscles tighten and tense around me. Oh Christ, this is more incredible than I imagined. I move slow at first, not sure if I’m hurting him, his heat blanketing me more with each deep stroke.
Fuck me, he feels amazing.
And the way he looks right now…
I gaze down at his face, stubbled jaw clenched as I push deeper and harder. I use my free hand to work his cock as I fuck him long and deep.
I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous.
His ass pulls me deep, squeezing my cock, and I yelp.
“Harder,” Jack grunts, pushing on the small of my back. His muscular thighs lock me in, his feet digging into the bed. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Do it,” he grunts, stabbing my ass cheeks deep with his fingertips.
His body quakes. My balls tighten, aching for release.
Again.
All because of him.