Page 36 of Two Guys One Puck
I swallow hard. I guess we’re playing chicken now. How far will I let this go? How much will I bait him?
My mouth decides for me. “Better on me than spouting bullshit.”
“Don’t ask for what you don’t want.” He gets to his feet, and I’m not sure if he’s escalating or retreating.
I stand, bringing us chest to chest. “If I recall correctly, you came on my chest. Is that asking for what I don’t want?”
He searches my face, not saying anything for an agonizingly long time. “I thought I scared you off.”
I lift my shoulders, ignoring everything in my brain screaming that I’m straight and that I hate him. I can’t back down. “You didn’t message me.”
His lip twitches. “You left me on read.”
“Are you so easily discouraged? After seeing you play, I would have thought you’d be way more assertive…” I trail off as his expression changes.
Rage flashes in the flex of his jaw, and the fire in his eyes. “You don’t want to see me assertive.”
“Try me.”
Ktytor drops his towel, absolutely trying me. I fight the urge to look, but I lose and drop my gaze down his magnificent body. I’ve always liked looking at dudes with nice bodies, using them as a goal for my own, but has it always been more?
What the fuck am I doing?
I’ve just pushed him ‘til he’s naked in front of me.
“Are you just going to stare, cupcake?” he prompts when I don’t say anything.
“I’m not allowed to admire?”
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He leans forward, ghosting his lips over mine. “Touch me.”
Instead of going for his dick, which suddenly feels fucking intimidating, I slide my hands around his hips grabbing his round ass. His eyes half close, and his breath hitches.
“At least you can follow directions,” he breathes over my lips.
We aren’t quite kissing yet, but whatever this is, I want more. It’s close and warm, and he smells like the cold air coming off the Hudson in the middle of winter. But he doesn’t taste cold. He’s blazing on the inside. Spicy and rich.
“That was never in doubt.” I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his.
Is this what he wants? He doesn’t shove me off, and he dropped his towel. He parts his lips, groaning into my mouth. I dig my nails into his ass, a small retribution for making me doubt myself before he kissed me back, but that elicits a moan from him, spurring me to deepen the kiss. He grabs a fist full of my hair, and I’m sure he’s going to throw me off, but he doesn’t.
I’ve never had an issue taking charge with women. Why am I second guessing every fucking thing I do with him? All I know is my dick aches, and we really shouldn’t be doing this in public, but as much as I know that, I’m not going to stop.
“I’m going to make you come again.”
Panic tightens in my chest, and my heart races. “Should we go back to the hotel?” I glance at the door.
“Forgive me, but I don’t trust you.” Ktytor yanks down my shorts, and I grind against his hip before he can take me in his hand.
“If we get caught?—”
“I know.” He shoves me back, pushing me down to sit on the bench. “Don’t complain.” He drops down to one knee between my thighs.
My breath catches in my throat, and I grip onto him, not fully believing what I’m seeing.
“I could tell you’re a blowjob guy.”
“You can’t fucking tell,” I barely manage as his fingers curl around my cock.
