Page 31 of Hockey Halloween
“Oral?”
“Yes.”
“For both of us?”
I tilt my head so I can see him. His curious expression spurs me to say, “Yes.”
He nods once. “Do you trust me?”
I shouldn’t give an immediate answer, but I do. “Yep.”
A smile breaks loose, almost to the point of the dimple appearing. “Curfew?”
I bark out a laugh. “Who’d be checking it?”
“A friend. A roommate.”
“Nah, I’m good. Out of courtesy, I’ll text my roommate not to expect me until…” I trail off, waiting for him to finish the statement.
“I’d say lunch at the earliest.”
His comment halts my feet on the pavement. We’re nearly at his house, the party still in full swing by the sounds coming from inside. “Lunch? Tomorrow?”
“Dinner?” he dareswith a raised brow.
“What are you planning on doing with me for all that time?”
“Showing you a good time. Let’s call it scientific research. We have a lot of theories to test out. Many variables. We’ll need tons of evidence.”
No other guy has made me feel so enamored about my intellect. Xavier’s comments are genuine. He’s not poking fun at my abilities, but using them in a way that appeals to me. Sure, it’s to get what he wants, but he earns points for creativity.
Besides, if we don’t go through with it, he won’t be the only one who’s upset.
“Dinner tomorrow it is. Just a warning. If you don’t feed me at regular intervals, I’ll get hangry.” I pat his chest, envisioning the wallof muscle I’ll get to see soon. “And we wouldn’t want to skew the results because of hunger, would we?”
“Absolutely not. I’m hearing you loud and clear. Food will be arranged. But first, I owe your pretty lips a kiss.” His gaze falls to the apex between my legs.
“Indeed you do.”
We’re stopped on the way to his bedroom by three people, all wondering where his pumpkin head is. When we’re finally alone, Xavier shuts and locks the door. I should be more nervous to be in close quarters with a guy of his stature, a guy who is surely going to rock my world and probably change the course of my sexual destiny.
With his back against the door, he stares me down, hunger in his eyes shining through. “Everything off but my hoodie.” He must read the confusion on my face because he adds, “We’ll get you completely naked later. First, I want to fuck you with my name on your back.”
Why didn’t I contemplate this man would be so demanding? Probably because given the short time span of when we decided to have sex, it didn’t cross my mind.
“Well then,” I mumble.
I have to remove the hoodie to strip out of the costume. It’s a heady feeling having Xavier watch, but he’s going to see it all anyway.
As much as my other sexual experiences kinda sucked, I’m glad I have some experience. He seems like he knows what he’s doing, but at least I know what I like.
He removes his clothes, leaving only his boxers. His cock’s already at half mast, but it’s the broad, muscular chest and washboard abs captivating my attention. I don’t know which is more desirable, but I’m not sure it truly matters. He’s a piece of freaking art.
“Later, we’ll admire physique, take notes, capture images.”
“A scientific experiment starts with all that.” I lick my lips, anticipating his comeback. When I can’t stand not touching him any longer, I eliminatethe distance between us and run my fingers along the planes of his chest.
Around the divots of his abs.
