18. Christian

Christian

After the night Theo fucked me senseless while his teammates were downstairs at the hotel bar, we gave up on staying apart on the road. Whenever we could swing it, we didn't miss an opportunity to discreetly hook up on the road. Sometimes we even got lucky and had a whole evening wide open without a game.

An evening like… tonight. The team had taken a short hop into Vancouver late last night after a home game, and they'd practiced this morning. There'd be a morning skate tomorrow, followed by a game that night, but they had this afternoon and this evening free. A lot of the guys went out to dinner. Or they went golfing and then went out to dinner.

Me and Theo? We were staying in tonight. He'd slipped into my room while the rest of the guys took off down to the lobby, and we'd put in an order for room service. The hotel's kitchen was apparently busy as hell, too, because they gave us a solid hour ETA for our dinner. That would've been unfortunate had we been climbing the walls and hangry. Or if we'd been bored.

Neither of us was dying of hunger quite yet, and bored?

We were definitely not bored.

"Ooh, yeah…" Theo carded his fingers through my hair as I licked up and down his shaft. "Fuck, baby, your mouth is incredible."

I hummed around his dick, then teased the head with my tongue, loving the way that made his legs shake. He was sitting up against the headboard with me between his powerful thighs, and every time I looked up at him, my own dick reminded me it needed attention. He was so hot like that, gazing down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his lips apart as he whispered curses and encouragement. I loved the way his fingers combed through and sometimes tugged at my hair, twitching whenever his hips jerked or his back arched.

"Oh my God," he purred. "I want to come so bad, but I also want you to keep doing that all night."

I ran my tongue down his shaft before teasing his balls with the tip, drawing little light circles on the soft skin because I loved how it made him gasp.

"Jesus fuck…" He was gripping my hair so tight it bordered on painful. "God, Christian…"

I teased his balls some more, then worked my way back up to the head. The salt of precum met my tongue, and I went to town on him, stroking him with one hand while I worked the head with my mouth. I was rewarded with more cursing, more gasping, more of his fingers kneading and pulling and twitching against my scalp.

He exhaled a harsh breath and pushed his dick deeper into my mouth. In his position, he couldn't really fuck my face like he probably wanted to, but he tried his damnedest, and we both moaned as the head slid back and forth on my tongue. I pumped him in time with his erratic half-thrusts, and his shuddering breath and trembling legs said he was close, so close. His dick was rock-hard between my lips, too, his balls pulling up as I licked away more precum.

"Oh God," he breathed. "I'm gonna come. You ready, baby? You want me to come like this?"

My answer was tighter strokes and even more insistent teasing with my tongue, and he shuddered hard as his dick thickened in my hand. Then he gasped and swore. His whole body tensed. His hips jerked, as if he wanted to push even farther into my mouth, and then he was coming, crying out helplessly as I took every drop.

I kept going until he murmured for me to stop. I'd barely lifted myself up off him before he grabbed me, shoved me onto my back, and claimed my mouth, his tongue plunging in as if he desperately needed to taste himself on me. His hand closed around my dick, and his kiss muffled a whimper as he started pumping me. He'd caught me by surprise, but I was so overwhelmed with need—for him, for friction, for my own release—that I just held on and fucked into his hand as he stroked and kissed me mercilessly.

I couldn't have stopped my orgasm if I tried, and I didn't try. It was fast and furious, just a few moments of him kissing me and pumping me, and then I was coming all over both of us, trembling beneath his amazing body as he swallowed all my cries and curses.

When I relaxed under him, he relented, letting his lips skate along my throat while I gulped in air. His hand had slowed to a stop, and he let go. He pulled away just long enough to clean off the cum, then came back and wrapped me up in his arms and started on my neck again.

"I don't know if I've mentioned it," he murmured against my jaw. "But I love making you come."

I shivered beneath him and ran my hands up his back. "I was, uh… I was definitely getting that impression."

He chuckled softly and came up to kiss me on the mouth. It was gentler this time, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we languidly made out.

He pushed himself up on his arms. He was straddling my hips now, and he gazed down at me with bliss-filled eyes. Combing his fingers through my hair, he said, "Maybe being too sore to fuck isn't such a bad thing after all."

I laughed softly and trailed my hand up his arm. "We don't always have to fuck, you know. I love getting dicked down, but not when you're sore." I studied him. "How sore are you, anyway?"

"Eh, not bad." He shifted a little and winced. "My hip is still salty after last night."

I scowled. "It looked like a pretty hard hit."

Theo made a face. "It was. And no penalty, either." He rolled his eyes.

"Ugh. The officiating last night was trash. The refs let that horseshit slide, but they put Condit in the box for"—I made sarcastic air quotes—"boarding."

Theo huffed with annoyance. He lifted himself off me and eased down onto his side, then flexed and straightened his leg. With a wince, he muttered, "This better be fucking back to normal tomorrow."

I slid closer to him and ran my hand up his chest. "I'm sure it will be. The medical staff checked you out and didn't find anything wrong, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah, they said it would probably be sore for a day or two. I'll see how I feel skating in the morning."

"How was it today?"

He wobbled a hand in the air. "Not great? But I think that was also the flight and lack of sleep."

I grinned. "So, what you're saying is… I should make sure you sleep like the dead tonight?"

He returned the grin. "Exactly. That's why I'm really here—it's physical therapy."

"Uh-huh. I'm sure the trainers wrote you a prescription and everything."

Theo just laughed, and my God, he was so damn cute. More and more, it was moments like this—lying in bed, cuddling and talking—that drew me to him. The sex was off the charts, of course, but this was the part I really looked forward to. When we were behind closed doors, naked and comfortable, and we could just… be. Talk about whatever. Kiss. Touch. Be close to each other.

I'm getting in over my head, aren't I?

Yeah. I was. Quite happily, too.

Unaware of my thoughts wandering off, Theo craned his neck to look past me at the nightstand. "Room service will be here in a few. I guess we should…" He gestured at both of our naked, sweaty bodies.

"Good call." I hesitated. "The, um… The staff might recognize you. They know the team is staying here."

His brow pinched. "I mean, they all got a little starstruck over Condit and Sorenson, but I doubt any of them will give me a second look." He paused. "Still, maybe I should duck into the bathroom just to be safe."

I nodded. "Probably not a bad idea."

"Eh, I need a shower anyway." He kissed me lightly, then pushed himself up. "Do you need cash for the tip?"

"I've got it. You can get the next one."

About ten minutes later, our food arrived. Theo had finished showering, but he stayed out of sight in the bathroom. When the coast was clear, he came out, and I swear I felt his mouth start watering when he laid eyes on the steak he'd ordered.

We sat down at the table by the window, and after he took a bite, he made a happy noise that was almost obscene. "Oh my God, that's good."

I scoffed. "So you're more turned on by the steak than by me?"

He met my gaze with an innocent look, then shrugged. "It's a New York strip cooked to a perfect medium rare. What do you want me to say?"

I just laughed and rolled my eyes. "Shut up and eat."

He chuckled, and we continued eating. As we did, we debated what to watch after dinner. There were some hockey games in various cities tonight, and we were both way behind on some TV shows that we could easily stream.

This was perfect in a way it had no business being. We were supposed to be hooking up, but that ship had sailed a long damn time ago. Now… Hell, I didn't know what we were doing, only that it didn't feel like the casual-but-exclusive screwing I'd signed up for in the beginning.

I didn't know what we were doing… but I liked it.

And risks be damned, I still didn't want to stop.

So I didn't.