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TRINSKY

S eriously? No pushback? No wise words about bad decisions affecting our careers? No reminder that I was his least favorite person on the planet? I supposed there was no point in overstating the obvious…except, that was something Jake tended to do.

I tilted my chin curiously. “Just like that?”

“Yes. We have to decide how far we want to go, but?—”

“All the way.”

Jake widened his eyes. “Uh…all the way? I don’t think so. I mean, I guess I could top you if?—”

“No, no. It’ll be the other way around,” I intercepted, stacking plates on top of the platter as I stood. “I did the research and I’ve had anal experience with some women, so I probably know more about what goes where.”

He huffed in exasperation. “Dick in ass, asshole. Congratulations. You’re a genius.”

“I know, right? Grab the guac for me, will ya? We’re not feeding the damn seagulls.”

I headed for the kitchen and dumped the dirty dishes onto the counter, only slightly bummed that I’d missed Jake’s openmouthed sputtering. Hey, I hadn’t set out to aggravate him on purpose. Well…not all the time, but I’d admit that sparring with him gave me a rush like nothing else.

Look at me now. Blood zipped through my veins, pounding in my ears and making my dick pulse in my shorts. I adjusted my semi as I turned to Jake and whipped my T-shirt over my head.

He caught my tee one-handed and set the bowl of guac on the island. “Keep your clothes on, Trinsky. We have to talk about this—establish boundaries?—”

“And safe words. I call Cheerios.”

Jake heaved a put-upon sigh. “Number one, there will be no reason for a safe word. I’m not signing up for anything kinky.”

“Oh, I can change your mind. I could paddle your ass or tie you up.”

“Not happening. Number two, could you please be serious?”

“Nope. Serious only works if you’re trying to make a sexy move on your partner. Since you’re a sure thing, I don’t have to woo you, tell you that you’re so hot or whatever the fuck. We can get to the good stuff. Bam ! You know what I mean?”

He scratched his temple. “Uh, yeah. That’s true, but no going too fast and if one of us is uncomfortable with anything, we stop, no questions asked.”

“I’m gonna have questions.”

“You’ll have to hold them.”

“ Hmph . What if my questions are important?” I countered. “Neither of us has done anything we’re thinking of doing with a man. If it’s too much or too little, I won’t know unless you speak up.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” he conceded.

“Good. I have a question.” I raised my hand like an eager first grader. “Are you planning on wearing that suit all afternoon?”

Jake slid his suit jacket off his broad shoulders and draped it over a barstool before unbuttoning his oxford shirt. He pulled the fabric open, exposing his smooth, toned chest. His abs rippled as he curled his fingers around his belt buckle, and I was practically salivating as his hand drifted to his zipper

Filthy thoughts of my cum spurting on his chest blindsided me and made me weak in the knees. If I’d had any last-second doubts, they were gone now.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

“This way,” I grunted and headed for the stairs.

My bedroom was huge. It literally took up most of the third floor and had a super-high ceiling. It also boasted incredible ocean views, visible from the ginormous California king bed. This room had more “me” in it than the rest of the house. I didn’t care about the ugly granite kitchen counters, but I couldn’t wake up to gold-leaf wallpaper or the statue of Aphrodite that the former owners had left behind. My mom had bought a navy duvet for me and hung a bunch of framed beach photos on the white walls. It was minimalist and soothing.

But I still hadn’t gotten around to?—

“Oh, my God. There’s a mirror on your ceiling.”

I closed the blinds with a remote and glanced up as if mildly surprised. “What do you know?”

Jake burst out laughing. “No. No way. I can’t look at myself doing…sex things.”

“Close your eyes,” I suggested, folding the duvet aside and climbing to the center of the mattress. I slipped my fingers under the elastic band of my shorts, hoping we were still thinking the same debauched thoughts. “Have you changed your mind? It’s okay, you know. We don’t have to do anything. There’s no pressure here and no reason to?—”

Whatever mumbo jumbo I’d been spouting was cut short by his rough kiss.

Jake slanted his mouth on mine, grabbing my jaw and thrusting his tongue inside. And damn it, this was better than I’d remembered. Rabid kisses and greedy tugs at hair and clothing were punctuated with heavy breathing and frustrated groans. I wanted him under me, on top of me, any way he’d let me get close.

He pulled away to unzip his trousers, letting them fall to his feet as he peeled off his shirt. Then he kicked the fabric aside, along with his shoes and socks, and joined me on the bed. No hesitation.

We rolled from one end of the mattress to the other, sucking, kissing, licking, and nibbling in a frenzy. Pillows flew, and I was pretty sure we knocked over a water bottle and the book I’d started reading last night. We could tear the room apart for all I cared. I was all about the sweet grind of Jake’s erection.

We pumped our hips wildly and sucked face like it was our job. There was nothing gentle or tentative here. Neither of us held back, and it was glorious. I’d never let loose with lovers…not like this. There’d always been a measure of control in place. I was a big dude and I tended to get carried away. I didn’t want to hurt or overwhelm a woman…but Jake? He could take it. And give it.

Jake scratched my sides and hooked his leg between mine. I didn’t fight him this time. The spaced-out, sex-hazed glint in his eyes was too fucking much for me. I wanted to study him, see where he took this next…how far he was willing to go.

“Do you want to take your shorts off?” he panted.

“ Mmhmm . Nice wet spot,” I taunted, my gaze drifting from his half-hooded eyes to the precum drenching his boxer briefs.

He chuckled. “You’ve got one too. Geez, Trinsky. I’m beginning to think you really want me.”

I flipped him over so fast he landed on his back with an “ Oomph .” I attacked his mouth, tongue-fucking him to the rhythm of the sway of our hips.

“Take everything off,” I gasped, rolling sideways to give him room to wiggle out of his briefs while I did the same.

I chucked my shorts in the general direction of the hamper and started to dive for him again but stopped at the last second.

Holy crap. There was a naked man in my bed.

A naked Jake Milligan, to be precise.

This was the same little shit with zero sense of humor who called foul at the slightest shove on the ice and who’d labeled me a renegade miscreant. It was the same guy who’d distracted me at the worst possible moment during a pivotal championship game. He was the last person I should want like this. The very last.

Yet…he looked pretty damn good with his golden hair on my pillow, his toned abs with all those dips and valleys, and the perfect V line pointing like an arrow to his thick, veiny cock. He had a scar on his hip and a jagged one across his upper right thigh, but otherwise, his skin was unblemished—no tats and only a few freckles and a smattering of hair on his chest. His pubes were well manicured, like mine. And yeah, he had a nice long, thick dick.

I swallowed around the ball of desire lodged in my throat, my hand hovering over his length.

“Touch me, man. Do it,” he dared.

I lifted his cock, sliding my thumb from his base to his slit. I rubbed precum on his crown, testing its consistency and volume like a fucking scientist. A lot of precum had to mean he was turned-on. He was writhing under me now, his gaze searching mine, pleading for me to make a move.

So I gripped him firmly and stroked up and down, up and down. Jake hummed his approval and closed his eyes.

“Eyes open,” I commanded, releasing him to reach for the lube I kept in my bedside drawer.

Jake obeyed. “Don’t stop. Jerk me off.”

I showed him the bottle and poured some on my palm, slathering it on both of us. Then I got back to work, jacking myself with my left hand, Jake with my right. I kept a steady pace, reveling in the novelty of new discovery. He liked a rough hold at his base and his crown was super sensitive. So were his balls. I let go of my aching dick to fondle his nuts while I stroked him.

If his low groan and the flush of pink across his chest were any indication, he loved it. He arched into my touch, wordlessly asking for more. So I tightened my hold and upped the tempo.

Yeah, he liked that too. Jake lifted his hips, exposing his pucker to me, and oh fuck, that might have been the honest-to-God sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

For the record, I’d had a lot of sex with many beautiful women, and I’d started early. Nothing much surprised me. Anonymous hookups in dark alleys, blowjobs in limos, orgies in posh living rooms with multiple female partners…affirmative. I’d been with plenty of women who’d liked anal sex, and I’d been happy and horny enough to give it a try. What’s not to like?

But again…this was Jake. And even though he said he wanted everything, I felt like I needed a written invitation to touch him there.

“I’m gonna put my finger on you…right here,” I warned, setting a single digit on his entrance. “Just like that. Does that feel okay?”

Jake inhaled sharply. “Oh, fuck.”

I pressed his opening, oh so gently, applying pressure as I jacked him. My poor cock was bobbing hopefully between his thighs, but it would have to wait. This was all about Jake.

“You like this?”

“Yeah,” he choked out.

“Have you ever fingered your hole?”

He frowned as he licked his lips. “I’m not answering that.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I pushed my lube-slicked middle finger inside him.

“I—what are you—I don’t…” Jake squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. “You’re not fucking me, asshole.”

“No, I’m fingering your sweet hole, dickhead.” I pushed my digit a little farther and added a second one. He grunted and opened his legs wider. “You like this. Don’t deny it. I know it’s good. Has anyone ever massaged your prostate?”

“I—don’t talk, Trinsky. Just keep doing that.”

So I did. I stroked Jake as I slid my fingers in and out of him. And maybe it bugged him, but I had to know if I was doing this right, so I asked a few dozen questions.

“Is this good? Can you take another finger? Does it make you wonder what my cock would feel like?”

He didn’t reply—not with words, anyway. It didn’t matter. The nonstop moaning echoed off the walls as he arched into my fist and rode my fingers like a champ. He was into this, and though he’d deny it all day long, Jake loved my raunchy play-by-play. Your hole wants my fingers. It wants my dick. You can take this, Jakey. That’s it. Ride it.

Jake swatted my hand off his dick and stroked himself to the finish line, digging his heels into the mattress as I pistoned my fingers in and out of his entrance.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warned, painting his abdomen with jizz as his hole closed around my digits like a vise.

I pulled out, swiped my right palm through the mess he’d made, and used it as lube before finally yanking my cock with purpose.

Five strong tugs later, my orgasm ripped through me and let me assure you, this was no ordinary orgasm. It was an avalanche of pleasure that shook me to my core. I spilled my seed onto Jake’s chest, trembling with the effort to stay upright. And not to be dramatic, but I couldn’t see for shit until the white lights cleared from my periphery and my rapid breathing slowed to something close to normal.

I slumped onto the mattress in a daze like a fucked-out starfish, staring up at the mirrors on the ceiling.

“Oh, my God. I didn’t look up once.” I smacked my forehead.

“I did. It was hot.” He sat up, bracing his weight on his elbows. “Got a towel?”

“No, I can’t get up. You’re going to have to get crusty and scrape that mess off later.”

Jake punched my biceps lightly. “Very funny. Towel me, Trinsky.”

I stumbled into the bathroom, washed up, and returned with a towel. “Here you go.”

I picked up the water bottle I’d knocked over earlier and took a swig, then passed it to Jake.

“Thanks.” He gulped the rest and returned the empty bottle to me with a shit-eating grin. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to drink it all.”

I huffed without heat and flopped beside him on the bed. “Fuck water. Let’s talk about my fingers in your ass. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Jake knit his brow in his usual prissy manner and busted up laughing. “It was so—geez…like…I can’t believe how incredible that felt.”

My chest puffed up with pride. I wiggled my fingers as I rolled to face him. “Magic fingers, baby.”

He snorted. “I wasn’t talking about your fingers. I meant…never mind.”

“Fuck that.” I pushed his chest gruffly and hit him with my best no-nonsense glare. “This is already weird, dude. If we don’t say what we like and don’t like, it’ll be a disaster. Maybe it will be anyway, but I’d rather know why than wonder if I hurt your fucking feelings or something.”

“Hurt my feelings?” Jake scoffed. “We aren’t in a relationship. We’re just…”

I snapped my fingers. “See? That’s it. That’s the problem. We don’t know what we’re doing. We need some rules.”

“Okay. No one else can know. No sharing with mutual friends, trusted family members…no one. We have to act totally normal around each other. So don’t stop being a dick in public on my account.” He held up his hand. “But—and this a big but—please don’t drag me into silly drama for the fun of it like you did with the stupid leather jacket comment.”

I snickered. “Fine, but I was thinking more in terms of communication…in bed.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, see I want to know if I do anything that doesn’t work for you, and I want to know what gets your motor running. Maybe it’ll be the same for me or maybe we try something new…blowjobs, anal…”

Jake pursed his lips, his eyes alight with humor before the dam burst and he busted up laughing. It took him a minute to sober. Of course, my stony expression made him howl again, which cost another minute. “Think of all the times you told me to suck your cock on the ice and now…ha! You really want me to suck your cock.”

“Right. That’s how blowjobs work, genius.” I waited out his next bout of hysterics, my lips twitching in amusement. “You also told me to fuck myself and ironically, now you want me to fuck you, so?—”

“I never said that. I don’t know that I want…to do the whole anal thing.” Jake furrowed his brow. “Is that okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay. This is what I was talking about. We gotta know boundaries. If I fuck up, I don’t want you to act as if it’s no big deal and then ghost me. We’re adults with a volatile history. How will I know you won’t use this against me?”

Jake’s eyes softened as he reached out and set his hand on my forearm. “I won’t. I promise. But how do I know you don’t have a hidden camera on your mirrored ceiling?”

I smiled at the joke. “I wish I did. The previous owners had a life-sized statue of the goddess of love in the corner near the window. Between that and the mirrors, I think this room has seen some kink-alicous action. I need to step up my game.”

“You’re a straight man in bed with a dude, so…I think you already have,” he observed.

“True dat. Now, to be clear…” I lowered the covers and grabbed my junk. “What’s the verdict on blowjobs? Do you like them?”

His gaze drifted to my dick. “I do. But you’ll expect me to return the favor, and I don’t think I’d be any good at it.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Milligan. Leave your perfectionist bullshit at the door. Sucking is the whole purpose of a blowjob. Hey, I’ll go first. Maybe I’ll try sucking you off while I finger your ass next time. Sound good?”

Jake grinned. “Yeah.”

“Excellent. I call dibs on tapping that ass. It might not be tomorrow, but someday, you’re gonna beg me to fuck you.” I smacked his butt and hopped out of bed.

“Dream on, Trinsky.”

“Oh, I’m dreamin’. I’m dreamin’ big.” I pulled on a pair of clean boxer briefs and rescued my shorts from the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. “C’mon, I’m hungry again. I’ll make us smoothies and call a ride for you. I’m taking Eddie and his buddies out for pizza. I’d invite you to join us, but?—”

“No, that’s okay.” Jake hiked his long legs off the bed, averting his gaze as he gathered his things. “I’m here for the week…in California, I mean. If you’re free another day…”

I froze and waited for him to glance my way before breaking into a dance. Kind of a reverse striptease since I was putting my clothes back on. It was silly, but it made him chuckle and honestly, that was the goal.

This wasn’t serious. This was supposed to be fun. I wasn’t looking for heavy discussions or a deep-dive psychological analysis. This was sex, and sex was amazing. Case closed.

“I happen to be free tomorrow.”