Page 37 of Slew Foot (Scoring Chances #3)

They kept making out, those slow, deep kisses interrupted by short, sharp bites to Rafe’s mouth that made him moan and arch his hips.

But Mickey was still kneeling over him so even though he wasn’t pinning Rafe down, he couldn’t get any friction.

Rafe tugged at Mickey’s hips, but he just let out a mean little laugh, then gave him a sweet little kiss.

Rafe stared up at him, smiling, because Mickey was smiling too.

“Do you want something?” Mickey teased.

“I want you,” Rafe said.

“You have me.”

Rafe shivered because yeah, he did. And he was a little mad at himself for wasting the past couple of months not doing more of this.

And yeah, okay, maybe it took him a while to get to the point where he wanted this part of it, but they still could’ve been dating.

Mickey totally would’ve taken it slow for him.

He’d have cuddled Rafe on the couch and held his hand and taken him out on dates like the one where they’d gotten dinner at the railyard restaurant and then had hot chocolate …

Okay, maybe they had already kinda been dating.

But there would have been more cuddling and holding hands and lot less of whatever the fuck they’d been doing instead.

“Rafe?” Mickey said.

Rafe blinked, wondering how long he’d been in his own head, not paying attention to what Mickey was asking.

“Yeah?”

“I asked what you wanted.”

Rafe tightened his grip on Mickey’s hips. He didn’t pull because he could tell that wasn’t going to do him any good.

Mickey would do whatever he wanted with Rafe and damn was that hot.

“I want you to fuck me,” Rafe admitted. Because he hadn’t been able to think about much of anything else since he saw Mickey’s cock.

“I don’t have any condoms or anything with me,” Mickey said.

Rafe was glad to hear Mickey sounded pretty bummed about it. Like he wanted to, he was just trying to keep them safe.

Rafe felt a fizzy burst of affection for him. Even though he was being kinda ridiculous. “Would you need it?”

“Yes,” Mickey said regretfully. “I haven’t been tested in a while. I’ve always used condoms but …”

Rafe sighed. “Oh damn. I got tested after Logan, so I was hoping …”

“Good,” Mickey whispered, working his way back up Rafe’s neck. He whispered, “ Good boy . I’m glad you did.”

Beneath him, Rafe trembled.

Oh shit. Yeah, he liked hearing that.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Mickey said, weirdly serious. “I won’t ever hurt you. Not unless you wanted it while we’re having sex.”

Rafe shrugged. “Only a little . Like the biting and stuff you did earlier was so good, but I think we both get hurt enough in games to like … really go crazy with it.”

He knew some people were into that and he’d kinda wondered if Mickey was, but it didn’t seem like it.

Mickey laughed softly. “Yeah. True.”

“Are you sure we should even be doing this right now?” Rafe asked with a frown, remembering what had happened in the game earlier. He reached up to cradle the back of Mickey’s head. There was no lump where he’d hit it earlier of course.

His helmet had protected him, just like it was supposed to.

But it wasn’t the hit itself that was the scary part. It was the way the hit made the brain bounce around the inside the skull.

“Yes,” Mickey growled, lowering himself until he stretched out full length over Rafe, his weight pressing him into the mattress. He grabbed Rafe’s wrists and pulled them up over his head again. “I’m fine .”

He squeezed Rafe’s wrists as he said it, and he immediately softened under Mickey, relaxing, his head going all fuzzy and happy. Mmm, this is so good .

“Keep your hands above your head,” Mickey ordered.

Rafe did.

“Don’t move while I get the lube.”

Rafe frowned, both confused by his words and not happy Mickey was getting up and getting out of bed.

The view was pretty nice as he stalked naked across the room and pulled out a little zippered pouch though.

“I thought you weren’t going to fuck me,” Rafe said, curious.

“I’m not going to put my dick in your ass until I get tested,” Mickey corrected. “But I am going to finger you while I suck your cock.”

And oh , Rafe was so not going to complain about that.

He smiled happily as Mickey returned to the bed with lube and he was even happier when Mickey knelt beside his hip and kissed him.

When Mickey sat up, Rafe spread his legs. Mickey laughed but it wasn’t mean. There was nothing mean in the way he looked at Rafe.

He looked determined .

“Wait, but you haven’t come yet,” Rafe blurted out. “Don’t you want to …”

“Oh, I will.” Mickey grinned. “Don’t you worry.”

He put a pillow under Rafe’s hips, then knelt between Rafe’s thighs. He dropped his head and kissed Rafe’s thigh.

It was warm and ticklish and made heat spread through Rafe’s body.

Mickey settled onto his stomach, then gently pushed Rafe’s knees up and back. “Hold on to your thighs,” he said.

Rafe wasn’t flexible like a goalie, but he didn’t have any trouble doing what Mickey told him, especially now that Dakota had helped his back feel better.

He held himself in position and shivered at being so exposed.

Mickey reached for the lube, pouring a little on his fingers, then rubbed them together to warm it up.

It made Rafe smile because Mickey was always looking out for him, wasn’t he? And then his eyes fluttered closed as Mickey rubbed the pads of his fingers across Rafe’s hole.

Mickey sank one inside, slowly but without stopping. “Is this good?” he asked.

Rafe nodded frantically because fuck yeah it was, especially when Mickey leaned in and bit at his inner thigh. He let out a gasp, clenching around Mickey’s finger.

“Oh, you like that,” Mickey said teasingly.

Rafe did it again, just as Mickey pulled his finger most of the way out, then pushed it in again. It was so slow , especially in comparison to the short, stinging little bites all over Rafe’s thighs, and Rafe’s whole body went hot when Mickey dragged that same finger over his prostate.

“Mickey …” he whimpered, lifting his head to look at him.

From between his thighs, Mickey shot him a quick little grin, then returned to his work. He pressed his lips to Rafe’s balls and he flinched, half expecting a bite there too but it was just a soft little press of his mouth.

Mickey laughed against his skin and the vibration shot straight up Rafe’s spine.

He moaned and shifted a little on the bed and Mickey pressed hard into his thigh with his free hand, pinning Rafe’s leg down.

“Be good,” he whispered. “Don’t move.”

Rafe didn’t. He held his breath as Mickey dragged his tongue along Rafe’s balls, flicking at it every time he drove his finger in deep.

Rafe wanted more but he could also feel himself getting hard again and he didn’t want to shoot off again too fast, so he kept quiet.

He closed his eyes and sort of lost track of time for a while, loving every second of Mickey’s finger sliding in and out of him and the wet lap of his tongue as he worked his way along Rafe’s shaft.

Rafe shivered when Mickey reached the head of his dick but he just worked his way down again. Rafe was so busy thinking about the fact that he couldn’t move but that he really, really fucking needed Mickey’s mouth on his cock, damn it, that he barely noticed when Mickey added a second finger.

He did notice when he scissored his fingers apart because it set a little jolt through Rafe’s body.

“Still good?” Mickey asked.

“Yeah,” Rafe said with a small gasp. “Uhh, really good here.”

Mickey laughed and bit his inner thigh again. “Good.”

Rafe whimpered when Mickey slid his fingers out but then he did something with them, rubbing them along either side of the root of his balls and cock and that was good too. He added more lube and that was even better .

Rafe couldn’t stop the breathy little moans he let out as his cock filled. Mickey tugged at his balls, then did the rubbing thing again.

Rafe tried to stay still, he did, but he felt Mickey’s free hand bite into his thigh, blunt nails digging in.

“Don’t move ,” he warned.

Rafe whimpered. But then Mickey was rolling his balls in his palm, and it was so good . Rafe bit down on his lip and Mickey dragged his teeth across his inner thigh.

Ohhh and then he sank his fingers inside Rafe again and Rafe yelped because shit, the pressure against his prostate meant his cock was achingly hard.

“Tell me when you get too close,” Mickey warned.

Rafe nodded frantically. “Yeah. Yeah.” He wasn’t there yet but it wouldn’t be long.

And oh, it was even harder now to keep his hips still because fuck this was so damn good . It was like Mickey knew exactly what Rafe had wanted but never been able to ask for before. Never knew he needed to ask for.

It was so much, so overwhelming feeling Mickey touching him so confidently, giving Rafe exactly what he needed.

Mickey’s hand seemed to be everywhere at once, fingers pushing inside him, and then toying with his balls, all while he licked and sucked at Rafe’s cock with his mouth and it was almost too much.

“Close, close,” Rafe managed in a strangled tone, scrunching his eyes tightly shut as he pictured the way his gear smelled after they played in overtime.

Thankfully, Mickey backed off.

His fingers were still buried inside of Rafe, but he switched to gently kissing Rafe’s leg and after a moment, the urgent need in Rafe’s gut ebbed away.

He sighed, letting the tension slide away too, and Mickey rubbed his cheek on Rafe’s inner thigh. “Good boy,” he whispered.

Rafe’s cock jerked in response and Mickey chuckled.

Rafe could feel the vibration of it against his skin and feel the little rasp of his stubble. Mickey was always clean-shaven and his hair was so blond the stubble never showed much, not even this late in the day.

But Rafe could feel it now and that was nice too. He let out a pleased little noise and Mickey rubbed his cheek on Rafe’s thigh again.

And then he was moving his fingers and dropping his head to suck Rafe’s balls in his mouth.

Mickey did all of it over and over again, licking and teasing and biting and sucking until Rafe gasped he was close again.

And then it started up again and Rafe soon lost track of what he was doing or how often he got to the edge. He was shaking by the time he finally sobbed, “ Please , Mickey. Please let me come.”

When Mickey finally allowed him to come, he felt like he was turning inside out. It was like the first orgasm tonight hadn’t even happened and months of pent-up need boiled out of him, so intense it left him shaking and overwhelmed, his cheeks wet.

But Mickey was there, shifting to lie beside him, wrapping his arms around him tightly and murmuring something in his ear. English? German? Rafe had no idea. But it didn’t really matter.

Not when Mickey held him so close and touched him like that.