17. Theo

Theo

The time between when Christian left and when I casually got up from the table was easily the longest ten minutes of my life. I gave the guys some money to cover my portion of the tab and tip, and then I tried not to sprint across the lobby to the elevators.

In the elevator, I pressed the button for the ninth floor, leaned against the wall, and exhaled, willing myself not to get visibly aroused. It would be just my luck someone would get in with me, and then there'd be headlines about the pervy Seattle Rainier wandering a hotel with a prominent boner. Not ideal, especially for someone trying to get a foothold in this league.

And it's so ideal to be banging the hell out of the homophobic general manager's son, who also happens to work for the team?

I grimaced, but I didn't spend too much time worrying about it. I went through that little "oh fuck, what am I doing?" spiel every time I was about to meet up with Christian, and it hadn't talked me out of anything yet. I doubted it was going to start now. One look at him—hell, one thought of him—and all logic and reason left the building.

At the ninth floor, I got out and strode down the deserted hallway as the numbered doors counted down to Christian's room. No one had been in the elevator. No one was here in the hallway. No one was going to have a clue where I was going or why.

I bit my lip as I neared his door, but then an uncomfortable sinking feeling followed. One that had been getting more and more noticeable—and familiar—over the past couple of weeks.

Every time Christian and I slipped under the team's radar, I got a little thrill.

Lately, though, another feeling chased that thrill, and it wasn't nearly as fun.

What if what we were doing was only this hot and exciting because it was forbidden? If the team found out and Jack decided to let it go, and we could be out and proud as a couple… would it be nearly as fun as sneaking around?

Do we only want each other like this because it's against the rules?

Fuck. That was a thought.

On the other hand, did it have to be anything more than that? The sex was mind-blowing. The secrecy was thrilling. We were just hooking up, so why make it more complicated? If the novelty wore off, we'd move on and go our separate ways. No harm, no foul.

So why did just thinking about moving on make a ball of lead swell in my gut?

Because the sex is awesome and God only knows where you're going to find anyone who can blow your mind like Christian does, so get in there and rock his world, dumbass.

Sounded good to me.

Christian had left the door slightly open, using the swing bar lock to keep it from closing all the way.

Heart thumping and cock thickening, I stepped into the room, flipped the swing bar out of the way, and closed and locked the door behind me.

Oh, fuck.

Christian was waiting for me the same way he had been the night I'd come to his condo—completely naked, fully hard, with his legs spread and his fingers sliding in and out of his hole.

"Jesus fuck," I breathed as I unbuttoned my jacket. "That's a damn good way to make a man come in his pants."

"Don't come in your pants." He gave me a saucy wink. "Come in me."

I snorted, and we both started laughing as I joined him on the bed. He grabbed a handful of my jacket and tie with his free hand and dragged me down into a kiss. Not that I resisted—I met him just as eagerly and hungrily, and I stroked his dick just to make him squirm some more.

"Fuck me," he demanded. "Right now."

"Right—"

"Now." He started undoing the front of my pants.

I shivered with anticipation as I reached for my belt. "You don't even want me to get undressed?"

"Mmm, I love when you're naked," he murmured, "but I also love when you fuck me while you're wearing one of these suits."

I growled softly and claimed his mouth again. Between us, we managed to get my pants and underwear out of the way.

"Lemme get some lube," I murmured.

"Don't need any." He stroked my dick with his slick hand. "Already got plenty."

I closed my eyes and moaned, rutting into his fist. "Fuuuck…"

"C'mon, baby." He nudged the back of my thigh with his heel. "I need your dick. Right now."

Like I was going to say no to that.

He spread his legs wider and I guided myself in, and oh fuck, he wasn't kidding. He took me easily, digging his nails into my shoulder as my dick sank into his well-prepped hole.

"Oh my God," I breathed. "Jesus…"

Beneath me, Christian arched, pressing his head back into the pillow and gripping a handful of my shirt for dear life. "Fuck, yes… God, Theo, that's exactly what I—fuuuck…"

I could barely breathe. He looked so sexy, falling apart underneath me, and he was so tight and slick and hot—if I moved any faster I was going to lose it.

He moaned and swore, stroking himself between us with his other hand. His blissed-out expression—eyelids fluttering closed, lips apart, skin flushed—drove me absolutely wild. I'd always loved topping, but there was nothing in the world like topping him.

"I have never been with anyone who likes it in the ass as much as you do."

Christian bit his lip. "That a feature or a bug?"

I groaned softly and leaned down to kiss his neck as I pushed back into him. "Have I ever complained about you wanting my dick in your ass?"

The response was a whimper.

"For the record," I mumbled against his throat, "I love fucking you. I love fucking anyway, but when it's you…" I trailed off into some slurred curses as I rocked into him a little faster.

He dug his nails into my shoulder through my jacket as he pumped himself even faster. "Nobody fucks me as good as you do."

I grinned, then rocked into him harder. "Don't you forget it."

He laughed softly, sounding almost drunk, and then moaned as he rolled his hips to drive me on. We fell into sync with each other, moving faster and harder until he was damn near sobbing and I felt so good I thought I might pass out.

"Oh my God," he whined. "Baby, that's so… Ungh, I'm gonna come."

"Good. Make me come too."

The deliciously choked whimper that escaped his throat sent me right over the edge, my orgasm knocking a cry out of me as I fucked into him as deep and hard as I could. Then he was clenching around me, swearing and almost crying as he came between us.

I exhaled and slumped over him. There was cum on my suit now, not to mention sweat, but I just didn't care. I still had two others I could wear on this road trip. Trembling and trying to catch my breath, I buried my face against his neck and let the last few aftershocks roll through me.

"Holy fuck," Christian murmured.

"Uh-huh." I kissed beneath his jaw, reveling in the way that made him shiver. "Something like that."

He laughed softly. "Cocky fucker."

"You better believe it." I pushed myself up on shaking arms and met his gaze. "I can turn you into a crying, coming mess. I've earned the right to be cocky."

"I wasn't crying," he said even as he wiped his eyes.

"Sure you weren't baby." I came down and brushed a soft kiss across his lips. "You sure were coming, though."

"Mmm, you better believe it."

"Think we should grab a shower?" I carefully pulled out, making both of us gasp. "Or do you want me to take off?"

As we both sat up, Christian huffed and rolled his eyes. "Theodore whatever-your-middle-name-is Mathis, do not ask stupid questions." He tugged at my lapel. "Get these clothes off and get in my shower."

I just laughed and started undoing my tie.