Page 33 of Hooking the Captain
I took a step forward. “Do you really want to play golf, baby?”
I heard a small intake of breath at my use of a nickname for him, but it didn’t stop him from admitting, “I’ll do whatever you want.”
What I really wanted to do would have to wait until later because I had a plan and it would take place after dark.
“How about this?” I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “We shower and if, for some reason, we miss our tee time, then we miss our tee time.”
“Shower? Together?”
I nodded and stripped off my T-shirt. “If you don’t want?—”
Without a word, Ford pushed me toward the bedroom. Our clothes went flying as we rushed to get completely naked. The stone floor was cool beneath my feet as I hurried into the bathroom to start the water.
Since signing the NDA, we’d messed around, but I’d never seen him completely naked. So as the water heated, I took him all in. My cock started to harden as I envisioned myself moving behind him and sinking into him for the first time. Given Ford’s past, I wasn’t sure when or if that would be possible. Until I knew for sure, I was going to remember how tight his ass cheeks were and use the memory for when I was alone and on the road when hockey started.
We stepped into the spacious shower and immediately he pushed me against the cool tiles and sealed my lips with his. As Ford’s fingers wrapped around my throbbing length, a shiver raced down my spine. His touch was confident, purposeful, and I had a hard time pushing him away.
But I did and sank to my knees.
Before he could ask what was happening, I grabbed the base of his cock. His bright blue eyes met mine, and his breath quickened as I leaned forward and traced a slow, deliberate circle around his crown with my tongue, savoring the saltiness of his desire that leaked from the tip. His fingers slipped into my hair, and with no hesitation, I took him into my mouth.
Ford’s gasp filled the steamy space and urged me on as I bobbed up and down. With my hand still holding his base, I went back to licking his hardness. His dick pulsated beneath my tongue, and my own desire ached for attention. I reached down with my free hand and jerked myself to the same rhythm my mouth and my other hand were using to work his cock.
“Damn, baby.” He cupped my cheek as I continued to suck him. “For your first time, I have to say you’re good at this.”
I released his cock with a pop but still stroked myself. “Yeah? Does it feel good?”
His eyes moved to my hand, and he grinned. “Better than good.”
I continued to look up at him. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I want to taste you finally.”
“Jesus, Coop.”
I took him into my mouth again and didn’t stop until he was shooting his sweet and salty release down the back of my throat. After I drank him in, he dropped to his knees in front of me and swatted my hand away from my dick.
“My turn.”
“I’m close,” I advised. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a plea, but all I knew was I needed to come and I needed to do it fast.
Ford grabbed my shaft and gave it a few tugs. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and seconds later, I was groaning my release all over his wet hand.
“Damn,” he breathed. “Next time I want to taste you too.”
I growled deep in my throat.
Fuck golf.
We kissedas we stumbled toward the bed, our hands roaming our naked bodies dripping with water.
“You know. I had a plan,” I said against his lips.
He pulled back. “A plan?”
“Just …” I stepped back. Even though I’d just shot my load, my body was on fire and I was ready to go again. Except this time, I wanted to take things further. “Go back to the bathroom and don’t come out until I tell you to.”
