Page 30 of Love of the Game
Watching him like that got me hard enough to put the condom on, then I lubed up my fingers and went back to rimming his hole, dipping a finger in and watching him squirm.
More curses, more pleas, and those imploring eyes as I worked him open and found exactly the right spot. He arched, practically lifting off the bed.
“Fuck, Drake! Please just—fuck me already!”
Well, that was an invitation if I ever heard one. I slicked myself, then eased my way into him. God. The heat. The tightness. I closed my eyes against the pleasure, and we both moaned when our bodies met.
When I peeled my eyes open, Jon was staring up at me, those dark eyes of his intense, his mouth open. I wanted to carve that expression into my brain. Then I started moving, and he gasped.
Fucking Jon was an absolute delight, and though he was on his back, he rocked his hips in time with my strokes until we hit a rhythm that had us both moaning. He was by far the hottest man I’d ever been with, and watching him as I gripped his hips and drove my cock into him was—everything.
He was quieter this time. Less curses, but the moans were long and deep. At one point, he wrapped a hand around my neck to pull us into a frantic kiss, I nearly lost it. Finally, I breathed his name. “Jon…”
“Can still think,” he murmured.
Time to fix that. I pressed him back into the bed, stroked into him until I found the angle that made him lose the ability to breathe without gasping—and pounded him. Relentlessly. Utterly enjoying how he twisted and moaned beneath me and how his hands clenched me and the bed—anything he could reach.
Then his eyes widened. “Fuck—fuck—I’m going to?—”
He clenched around me so tight, I could barely move inside him and oh God—I was coming too. “Jon!” My own pleasure crashed like an unexpected wave against me as I spent inside him.
As we came down from our orgasms, Jon shivered in my arms, and I had enough sense of mind to pull up the throw at the bottom of the bed and curl around him. I murmured into his ear, “Can you think?”
All I got back was, “Mmmmph,” and he pressed against me. I took that as a no, and simply held him, pleased that I’d managed what he’d asked. We’d have to get cleaned up soon and I needed to ditch the condom, but for the moment, I was content to just lay here.
A moment later, a loud, rhythmic pounding on the door stirred Jon. “Ugh,” he said. “That’s Loki. He’ll do that all night if I don’t let him and Thor in.”
“So, you’ll move for the cats, but not for me?”
Oh, he could think now, because his gaze was wickedly sharp. “I moved quite a bit for you tonight, you know.” The smile that followed made my heart flip.
Fuck yeah. The way he’d twisted and writhed and met my thrusts was fresh in my mind. I let out a shudder of a breath, which prompted a gleeful chuckle from him. We climbed off the bed. He headed to the door, and I headed into the bathroom to ditch the condom and clean up.
A moment later, Jon joined me. “I’d suggest a shower, but I’m really fucking tired now and it’s...” He looked at his watch-less wrist, then shrugged. “It’s really late.”
Had to be. I raked a hand through my mess of hair. “I should go bush my teeth.” Even as the words left my mouth, his eyes widened in the mirror’s reflection and I saw the panic there in the brightlights.
“Please stay,” he blurted out. “Of course you don’t have to, but if you want you can stay with me tonight, I’d like it, and I think, I think maybe you would, too?”
God, he was always so sincere, so hopeful and beautiful. I desperately wanted to stay. “Yes.”
Hope bloomed to joy in him, and I couldn’t help drawing him into a kiss. “I’ll still need to brush my teeth, but I’ll be back over.”
“Good. I’ll be here with the cats.”
That’s not exactly what happened, because Loki followed me back to the other room, sat staring at me while I brushed my teeth and cleaned up more. He gave me a strange little bark as I came out, then led me back to Jon’s room.
“Your cat is herding me.”
Jon was already under the covers, propped up and reading a book. Thor was curled up at his feet. “Is he? That’s strange. He’s never done that with anyone before. He really likes you, I guess!”
I snorted. “How many other guys have you hosted at your place and also slept with?”
Oh, the little ruddy spots that lit on his cheeks. “Uh, none, actually. I’m usually a very upstanding captain who never makes a move on teammates I host.” He paused. “And I haven’t dated anyone in a while. Not since I got Loki, at least, and that’s been—” He paused, and seemed to search for an answer on the ceiling. “Five years? Yeah. Five. And he’s never herded anyone to my room except me.”
“But—” I stopped myself from blurting out the rest, shook my head, then climbed into bed next to him. I went with, “Five’s a lot.”
Loki lumbered up onto the bed and marched up between us, settled in, and purred, content with the world.Jon wasn’t as content, it seemed. He tucked a bookmark into the pages of his book, then set that aside. “But?”
