AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His hand took mine. I grabbed the candles and followed as he led me to his bedroom, long fingers around my wrist, where we closed and locked the door before lighting one of the richly scented candles. I chose the wizard one, for this man had surely ensorcelled me.
I’d never seen Baskoro in candlelight, but I would never forget the sight. He was beautiful, his long hair down, his strong body bared to my hungry eyes.
“You steal my breath,” I confessed as I moved to the bed, shucking my jeans and briefs in one not-so-smooth move as he lay on the bed, caressing his lubed cock, his heady gaze luring me closer and closer. With a nimbleness that only a yogi or tendie possessed, he lifted his leg high, ran his free fingertips down over his glistening balls and then found his pucker. Lost in the sight of him fingering himself, I let my cock drip, my mouth pooling with drool that I had to hurry to swallow to stave off choking. He teased his opening just a bit, then went back to tugging on his cock and balls.
“Don’t pass out on me,” he purred like a mountain lion, his graceful fingers moving up and down his shaft. I crawled onto the bed, over him, bracing my arms as my hips were cradled between his legs. He released his prick to touch me. Everywhere. My face. My shoulders. My sides. He massaged my ass, kneading the muscle hard, spreading me so that he could finger my hole as I ground against him.
“Love this so much,” I growled into his mouth, one kiss following another, each one hotter and wetter than the previous. He pressed a dry fingertip inside me. I gasped, groaned, and then pumped my hips into him, our cocks scrubbing. It felt amazing, but I knew filling him with my cock would feel even better. “Need a condom.”
“No, no condoms. We’re both on PrEP and haven’t been with anyone else. Our last tests were clear. I want to feel you inside me, no barriers. I need to have you fill me up.”
I lowered my head to taste him, to try to show just how hot I was for him, how much I cared for him. My dick was already slippery from rubbing it against his cock and slick hole. So, with a twitch of my hips, I stared into his eyes as my cockhead entered him. His lashes fluttered, his mouth forming a delicate circle, his hands moving from my shoulders down to my ass to guide me deeper with a firm but gentle touch.
“Now move, Marcus.” His words were whispers in the dark, soft and pure, and I stole a kiss as I began thrusting. Slow at first, to allow his body to stretch, and then faster, harder. Sweat fell from my nose and landed on his chest, next to the glittering gold pendant that lay on his heaving pec. The inscription rolling through my head as our bodies spiraled out of control. I felt his orgasm as it claimed him, his body tightening around mine as his cock kicked, coating his stomach and chest with ribbons of spunk. I tumbled over with him, giving him what he had wanted. I drove deep and filled him. His fingers clutched at my ass, ensuring I stayed buried inside him.
His lips moved silently as we drifted back.
“Love you so much,” he was saying, each exhalation delicate as a dove’s wing.
I captured those quiet entreaties with my mouth, inhaling his whispered words of devotion before saying them back as we grew slack. I eased out of him, got a complaint that made me smile, and dropped a dozen little pecks along his shoulder before rolling to my back, winded, coated with sweat and his cum, dazed but not in the least bit confused. There was no doubt, no uncertainty. This man was everything to me.
“Be right back,” he said softly, easing from the bed to pull on a robe and sneaking out of the room. I sat up and got to my feet. My briefs lay right beside the bed, so I shook them free from my pants, wiped my belly, and then stripped off the coverlet. I jammed the blanket into the hamper, noted that the sheets appeared dry, and rummaged around in his drawers for some jogging pants. We were roughly the same size, so what fit him should fit me. Knowing it would make him pause, I pulled on a pair of Gladiators fleece pants. He slipped in just as I was hiking them over my backside, froze, and then rushed back into the room.
“If only I had my phone,” he said as his robe was discarded once more. He moved around the room, the scent of soap following him, and dug into an old chest at the foot of the bed for a clean covering. Once that was on the bed, I slid under it, followed by Basky after he pulled on a pair of sleeping pants.
Lying on my back, I sighed as he curled into my side. Eyes closed, I turned my head to the side so that I could smell and feel his hair on my face.
“Wonder what kind of miracle it would take for this to be an everyday thing?” I asked sleepily, my arms now filled with Baskoro.
“Unless we played on the same team, that’s not going to happen,” he replied, his tone mellow with a trace of sadness.
“Stranger things have happened,” I reminded him because this was not the time to be blue. Yeah, we had some shit to take care of, obviously, but tonight was about us being a couple.
He placed his lips on my bicep, then let his head fall back where it had been. “Of course, sorry. I’m feeling really emotional right now. Not a very macho thing for a hockey player to admit.”
“Meh, macho is stupid. Give me an honest confession of just how much I rocked my man’s world anytime.”
He chuckled softly. “Egoist.” I didn’t argue. “So, how do we go about coming all the way out about us being a thing?”
“Hmm, that will take smarter minds than ours. I do have an idea about a song we could use for a video if the teams would be down for it.”
He lifted his head, perched it on his hand, and studied me. “Yeah? What song is that?”
“Oh, you’ll see,” I teased. He rolled his eyes. My stomach rumbled. His eyes flared at the sound.
“You cannot be hungry.”
“Hey, keeping my man happy in bed is hard work. Is there any of that mango sticky rice your sister made leftover?” I peeked over to see his lips twitching in amusement.
“If I feed you, do I get to slide into your fine ass afterward?”
“Baby, if you give me more mango sticky rice, you can do whatever the hell you want to me afterward.”
He fed me, and then he made love to me in a position that only a couple of contortionists or two goalies could ever pull off. Talk about good life choices. I’d never been happier than I was right now to have chosen to be a bendy tendie. Tumbling head over heels for another pliant hockey player from Watkins Glen, while certainly not on my list of life goals, had been another darn good decision or stroke of luck, whichever. Being an athlete with some small amount of ego, I was willing to say it was fifty-fifty smarts and fortune. Now all Baskoro and I had to do was figure out where and how to go forward from here.
But that was a worry for tomorrow…
Epilogue
