Page 23 of Breaking Through the Doubt (Espen Jetties #4)

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LESLIE

Every time with Corey was better than the one before. That saying about absence making the heart grow fonder… What they meant was the dick growing harder. It was like the longer I was away from him, the more I wanted him. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him and his on me.

I was home and there was no game. Corey’s shop was closed. That meant we had an uninterrupted night ahead of us and neither one of us was exhausted. This win felt bigger than when we won a game. Sex with the man I was in love with while I wasn’t tired or getting ready to leave right after? I was all for it.

Tonight, I went to his place, so he didn’t have to drive from my house tomorrow morning. The traffic was light, and it was easy to find a parking spot. My knuckles rapped on the door, anticipation building in my body, my dick already hard. It was the reason I chose a longer coat to wear tonight. My dick wasn’t to be seen by anyone but Corey. And the guys in the locker room, but they weren’t after me or trying to get photos.

Corey looked sexy as hell when he opened the door. A T-shirt revealed just enough of his tattoos to make me crave him even more. I wasn’t big into them before. On Corey, everything was amplified. Turn-ons I didn’t have prior bloomed.

“Get in here and stop eye-fucking me,” he chuckled and took my wrist to draw me inside so he could shut and lock the door.

The moment he was done, he pushed against it and pressed his body to mine. There was no time for words, no need. Not when I had him in front of me and we could talk with our bodies. A lot could be said with a touch or a kiss. With breathy moans or the way his body shook when he liked what I did to him.

My bag dropped to the floor with a thud as I turned all my attention on him. He quickly stripped his shirt off then dove back for my lips while I started working his pants open. We shared breaths, but I didn’t want to have sex here against the door. With Corey, I wanted to be in bed where we could take our time and not have to worry about balancing ourselves.

Bending slightly, I gripped him by the backs of his thighs and lifted him, grateful for the training I did. He wasn’t a small guy, although he was easy for me to pick up. Corey’s legs and arms wrapped around me while I took the hallway toward his bedroom, not stopping until my legs hit the bed and I could place him onto it.

It was like we were fused together. The only time we broke apart was to shed the rest of our clothes, then we were right back where we were supposed to be.

Very few things in my life felt as right as I did with Corey. When I decided to pursue hockey as a kid. When I got to play professionally. When I learned I was going to play with the Jetties. That was like coming home. A second home really.

Then there was Corey. If I hadn’t been playing in Espen, living near the city, I wouldn’t have met him. I was put on his path for a reason. Every single part of me felt right when I was with him. He was a different version of home. There was comfort, an ability to be myself. However, it was so much more than that. The way he touched and cared for me. How he felt safe telling me about his past, knowing I wouldn’t judge him.

And I couldn’t forget the sex. Never had it been like this. A raw need to touch him, to be with him, to wrap myself around him, or him around me, and just breathe him in. He was everything I wanted but thought I wouldn’t have.

“Hey,” he whispered, pulling me from my thoughts. Dropping his forehead on mine, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“More than. Just thinking about how right it feels to be with you. How much I love spending time together and can’t keep my hands off you.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” He rolled us over then kissed below my ear, his warm breath skating over my skin, sending goosebumps in its wake. “Do you want me to fill you again, Leslie? Do you want me to stretch you open and make you feel so fucking good you’ll see stars?”

My answer was a long, low moan.

“Words. Tell me what you want.”

“You. Everything you’re willing to give me.”

He leaned back so his eyes held mine in the low light of the room. “All of me. I’m giving you everything.”

“Fuck,” I breathed and gripped the back of his neck to bring his mouth to mine. I had to taste him again, had to take as much of him into me as I could.

We started rutting against each other, building the pleasure but not to the point of coming. Corey reached toward the nightstand for the condom and lube. He only lifted his body enough to find my hole and work his finger inside, seeming to not want to part from me anymore than I did from him. That he felt it too, this need to be as close as possible, made me want him more.

Once I was ready for him, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself. With his gorgeous dark eyes holding mine, he slid in inch by delicious inch until he was fully seated, and my body took a moment to get used to him.

“Leslie,” he whispered. “Fuck, you feel so good holding me tight.”

“I never want to let you go.”

He pulled back and slammed in hard. “Then don’t.”

My blunt nails dug into his back as I held on while he slowly slid out, only to push in faster. He did it repeatedly until I was pulling him in, trying to get him to give me more. Corey was determined to drive me out of my mind with need.

“Give me your words again,” he said.

“Please.” It was all I could get out. Coherent thought had no place in the equation. Not when he was fucking me so damn good, hitting the perfect spot where it felt like lightning was rocketing up my spine.

“More, Leslie.”

“Corey, I…” I couldn’t say the words yet, no matter how much I wanted to. Not during sex. At least I had enough sense for that.

“What?”

I landed on, “Make me come.”

“Mmm, just what I want to hear.”

Corey worked his hand between us and started jerking me while he fucked me. It was sensation overload. I started coming within seconds, my eyes squeezing shut, the world going dark. Pleasure whipped through me.

When I finally floated back to reality, Corey had slowed but hadn’t come yet. Putting my arms around him, I rolled us once more. My hands went to his chest so I could push myself up. Then it was my turn to make him feel good.

I moved this way and that, leaned forward then back, until he moaned and his eyes slipped shut. Using my legs, I did the work now and let him enjoy what I could do to him but, damn, I wanted to do more. My body felt so good. He had to fly too.

I lifted, his dick slipping from inside me. Corey whimpered at the loss, but I quickly rid him of the condom and wrapped my hand around his dick. With my free hand, I pushed his leg toward his chest so I could expose his hole. Fuck, he was gorgeous everywhere. This was proof of it. No part of him wasn’t delectable.

Diving forward, my tongue lapped around his hole, taking in his taste, his musk. God, I loved this man.

My hand was slow, as was my tongue. He liked to drive me crazy. It was only fair I returned the favor. Corey writhed on the bed while I speared my tongue inside him, tasting him, loving him.

It didn’t take long before he gripped my hand and made me move faster. His back arched as cum shot from him.

“Leslie!” he cried.

I didn’t let up, wanting to draw this out for as long as I could. Witnessing him come apart was one of my favorite visuals. Not much could compare.

He finally stilled my hand while his other reached for my head to grip my hair and pull me away. “Enough,” he panted. “I can’t take any more. Holy shit.”

A smile formed on my lips. Damn right. I was skilled with my tongue.

“Why haven’t we done that sooner?”

I crawled up the bed so I could lay beside him and shrugged. Then because I wasn’t close enough, I put my cheek on his chest. His heart beat rapidly beneath my ear, a beautiful sound I wouldn’t tire of hearing. If only he knew how my heart beat for him. How every moment I was with him was so fucking special I never wanted it to end.

A gentle caress went down my spine and back up. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I put my arm around him to hold him close. “I just want to stay like this.”

“Me too.”

Corey didn’t push me for more words this time. Maybe he felt something similar to me, something that was too big to discuss right now. Or maybe he didn’t have the words to put into how he felt. Either way, I was content to lay with him, simply breathing him in. When he was ready to talk, I would too. I wouldn’t confess everything, but I could tell him more about how it felt to be with him. How everything in my world clicked into place and was perfect.

The best part of this night was I didn’t have to leave. No rushing off to the next location for another game. That made me smile.

It used to be hockey that made me grin. Getting ready for the sport I loved as much as life. But I’d lived and breathed it for so long, that if my smile for Corey was bigger than it was for hockey, it was time for me to move on. Hockey was great, but it was no longer everything.

And no, I wasn’t going to give it up for him. It was wholly for me. Corey and I could break up a month or a year from now. While I hoped we wouldn’t, I couldn’t predict the future. What I could do was my best this season and have a talk with Kasper about my future with the Jetties. Maybe he would find a spot for me in the organization doing something else.

Life could be fucked up sometimes. How many fights had I been in? How long did it feel like I was spiraling out of control? I got my shit together over the summer and met Corey when I came back to Espen for the season. Everything happened the way it was supposed to. Now all I had to do was put the wheels in motion so I could plan my future outside of hockey. Even if Kasper didn’t have a position for me with the team, I’d find something else. I could even do what Jagger did for Jansen. Find a player and train them in the off-season. Anything was possible.

That meant anything was possible with Corey too.

My smile grew and I suddenly felt like the Grinch when his heart started growing. I was a happy man who was ready to embrace all life had in store for me.