Page 11 of Offside Play (Love The Game #1)

Cody

H is words were all the permission I needed.

Lifting his shirt over his head and letting it fall to the floor, I ran my palms over the lean, defined muscles of his chest before tugging down his sweatpants to leave him in just his underwear.

This was so different from the night at the club.

Different to any of my usual rushed hook-ups.

Here, in the soft, muted glow of the hotel suite’s lamps, I could actually see him and take in the lines of his fucking gorgeous body.

I took my time running my hands over his warm skin while I kissed up the side of his throat, hearing his breath hitch when I brushed my lips over the sensitive spot just below his ear.

“Too many clothes,” he panted, his fingers working at my tie. When he got it off, I helped him strip away my dress shirt until my torso was fully bared to him.

His sharp intake of breath when he saw my tattoos seemed to echo around the suite.

“Fucking hell.” His fingertips traced the lines of ink across my chest and shoulders. “You’re so beautiful.”

Beautiful . No one had ever called me that before. Not once. Intimidating, yeah. Brooding, definitely. Hot, occasionally. But beautiful? That word did something to my chest, made my heart pound in a way that had nothing to do with lust.

I backed him towards the bed, my hands all over him, kissing him and kissing him, unable to get enough.

When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, his gaze met mine, and everything stilled.

In that moment, it felt as if he could see right through every single one of the walls I’d built around myself.

“Lie back,” I instructed in a low rasp.

His body shivered, goosebumps appearing on his skin as he licked his lips and nodded, heat flaring in his eyes.

Lowering himself to the bed, he sprawled on his back on the pristine white sheets, looking like a fucking model in a photoshoot.

My gaze dragged down the lines of his lean, athletic body, noticing the flush spreading down his chest as I took in every inch of him.

He was so gorgeous, and right now, he was all fucking mine.

I stripped down to my underwear and joined him on the bed, settling between his spread legs.

Lowering my head, I began to map out his body with my hands and my mouth, my dick fucking throbbing at the moans and pants that fell from his throat.

When I lightly scraped my teeth over the jut of his hip, he arched off the bed, his hand coming up to grip my hair.

“Cody. Please . I need—I need?—”

“I know what you need.” My fingers curled around the waistband of his boxer briefs, my mouth watering at the sight of the wet spot where the head of his cock was pushing against the material.

“Fuuuuck,” he whispered as I removed his underwear and then mine, until there was nothing left between us.

Then I lowered my head again and wrapped my lips around his cock.

He groaned, writhing beneath me as I licked across the head, swiping up his precum, my hand sliding between his legs to cup his balls, then farther back to his perineum, and finally, his hole.

I paused, releasing his dick as I stared up at his flushed face.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want to fuck me?”

He swallowed hard, his throat working. “Fuck me. Please. Can—can we do it without a condom this time? I get tested regularly for work.”

My dick jerked at the thought of being bare inside him.

“Yeah, we can do that. I get tested, too.” My voice was so fucking hoarse I barely recognised it. I’d never been so turned on in my life, and although this whole thing—slow and intimate in a way I’d never experienced before—scared the hell out of me, I couldn’t get enough.

“Lube. Bathroom.”

The thirty seconds it took me to launch off the bed, fly into the bathroom, and grab the lube felt like a lifetime.

But then I was back where I belonged, pressing him into the mattress and circling my finger around his rim.

I opened him up slowly, carefully, until my slick fingers were sliding in and out with ease.

When I lined up my cock and began to push inside, I buried my head in the crook of his neck with a groan, completely overwhelmed by the feeling.

“Fuuuck, British.”

“Yeah. Fuck,” he breathed, wrapping his legs around my waist and pulling me deeper, until I was all the way in, filling him completely. “Move, Cody. Please.”

I did as he asked, thrusting slowly until he dug his hands into my ass, urging me to fuck him harder. Bracing my hands on either side of his head, I snapped my hips forwards, again, and again, and again.

“Close,” he panted, his nails pressing into my skin. “Don’t stop.”

I shifted the angle slightly and was rewarded with the sexiest fucking moan I’d ever heard.

“You like that?” Fucking into him even harder, I reached between us to wrap my hand around his cock. It was messy and uncoordinated, but it only took a few strokes before he gasped, and then he was coming, his cock pulsing in my grip as his release striped my hand and our torsos.

The feel of him falling apart beneath me was enough to push me over the edge. I buried my face in his throat as I came, squeezing my eyes shut as my vision blurred and my body shuddered against his.

When I eventually managed to catch my breath and my heart rate had slowed to a more normal pace, I eased out of him, shifting so I wasn’t resting my full weight on his body.

Placing a soft kiss to the warm skin of his collarbone, I stroked my hand down his side.

We lay that way for a long time, wrapped in each other, neither of us wanting to move.

I knew I should probably get up and leave at some point, but Jude’s fingers were tracing lazy circles across my back, and I found I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“That was…” he began before trailing off.

I lifted my head to look at him, taking in his mussed, sweaty hair and satisfied smile. “Yeah. It was.”

“Mmm.” He pulled me down for another kiss, soft and slow. “Our plan to stay away from each other was a complete fail.”

It had been doomed from the beginning. Jude Nielson was under my skin, and I knew that as long as he was here in Calgary, I wouldn’t be able to stay away.

Before I could respond, he continued speaking in a soft murmur, his mouth brushing against mine. “So this is what it’s supposed to feel like. I wasn’t sure if I’d like the feel of your cum dripping out of me, but it’s kind of hot.”

My spent dick twitched, and I groaned. “Don’t say shit like that.

I’m not sure I have another round in me tonight after the most intense game of hockey I’ve ever played, followed by everything we just did.

My stamina is good, but—” I cut myself off when I felt his lips curve upwards against my skin. “What?”

“You’re far more talkative with me now, you know? I like it.”

“I— Wait.” My head shot up as his earlier words penetrated the fog surrounding my brain. “That was your first time doing it bare?”

“Uh…” He bit down on his lip. “Yeah?”

“Jude? Why’d you say it like a question?”

His eyes squeezed shut, his whole body tensing. “Fuck. Okay. Uh. Listen. How pissed off would you be if I told you that night in the club was the first time I’d ever done anything with a man?”

“The fuck ?” I reeled backwards, my eyes widening. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah.” He cracked his eyes open, giving me a cautious look.

“I… Look. I was like, ninety-nine percent sure I was bi before I came here. Okay…I was a hundred percent sure. I thought being far away from home would be a good opportunity to, y’know, hook up without any pressure or worries that the media might find out. ”

“You let me fuck you up against the wall in a seedy club for your first time? You let me fucking dick you down with barely any prep, right there, in a public fucking place?” My voice was rising, and he shrank back from me.

“I’m—I’m sorry.” He bit down on his lip. His trembling lip. Fuck, his eyes were glassy too.

All my anger disappeared, just like that. Reaching out, I stroked my thumb over his cheekbone. “Hey. I’m not mad. Not at you, anyway. I get why you did it. I just wish I’d known so I could’ve made it better for you.”

His lashes lowered, his lip still trembling, and I couldn’t fucking stand it.

“C’mere.” Rolling onto my back, I pulled him into my arms. I had no idea what I was doing, but he needed comfort, and so I acted on instinct. He came without resistance, sighing into my throat as I stroked down his back, soothing him as best as I could.

“I had a good time that night, though,” he said quietly. “And tonight…tonight was better than anything I could have imagined.”

I pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Same goes for me.”

We were both silent for a while, lost in our own thoughts. Right when I was on the edge of sleep, Jude spoke again, his words whispered like a secret into the night.

“I’m glad you were my first.”