Page 16 of Heated Rivalry 1
Shane’s face flushed. An image flashed through his mind of their roles being reversed. What would Rozanov look like on his knees, taking Shane in his mouth? Would Shane ever find out?
Shane moaned involuntarily, which made Rozanov shudder. His thumb brushed Shane’s cheekbone, and Shane closed his eyes and began to move his mouth. He sucked and licked, letting himself get used to the sensation of having a dick in his mouth. His mind was racing, worrying about technique and about what exactly this all meant. But then Rozanov’s fingers were tangled in Shane’s hair, and Shane was reminded that this was fuckinghot. That he’d fantasized about exactly this, alone in his bedroom, even if he had been embarrassed afterward.
He sighed around Rozanov’s cock and bobbed his head slightly, losing himself in the slide of rigid flesh against his tongue. He was sure he was doing a terrible job, and his fears were confirmed when Rozanov suddenly yelped, “Stop! Stop. Stop.”
Shane pulled off quickly and stared up at Rozanov, who was grimacing with his eyes squeezed shut.
“Sorry,” Shane said. “I’m not... I’ve never...”
Rozanov laughed. “Is okay. Was...” He waved a hand around, as if trying to physically grab the English word he was looking for. “It was...too much.”
“Oh.”Really?Shane felt that he had barely done anything.
“Just...ah...very, um...”
Overwhelming? Intense? Wrong?Shane could think of a few words, but he didn’t want to guess at what Rozanov was feeling.
“A lot,” Rozanov finished. Then he made a frustrated sound. “No. I cannot think of word.”
Shane rose off his knees because he felt foolish staying on them if he wasn’t going to be doing anything down there. Whenhe was standing, he looked curiously at Rozanov. “Have you been...thinking about this?”
Rozanov gave a crooked grin and shrugged. “I like trouble.”
Shane laughed. “Well, I think we’ve found it.”
“You have not done this,” Rozanov said plainly. “With a man.”
“No. Have you?”
Rozanov looked at him, and Shane knew he was deciding whether or not he could trust him, and then must have realized it was too late anyway if he didn’t. He nodded. “In Russia. My coach’s son.”
Shane sputtered. “Holy fuck. Youdolike trouble! Was he on the team?”
“No. Not a hockey player.”
“Did anyone...find out?”
Rozanov shook his head. “He would never tell. I would never tell. It was safe.”
“Safe,” Shane repeated. It didn’t sound at all safe.
“Just fooling around. Not serious. Was...what is it?”
“Curious?”
Rozanov smiled. “Yes. Curious. Andyoumake me curious.”
“Oh.”
He leaned in and breathed against Shane’s ear in his heavily accented English, “Do I makeyoucurious?”
Rozanov made Shane a lot of things: confused, infuriated, terrified, aroused, and, yes, curious.
“Obviously,” Shane said, a little irritably.
“Did you like sucking my dick?”
“Oh,thoseEnglish words you know?”
