Page 5

5

LEVI

God damn this boy was gorgeous.

From my position, I paused to appreciate the view in front of me. Stetson gripped the island hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He looked at me through heavy blue eyes, chest rising and falling, desperate for oxygen. Damp, blond hair fell into his face. I reached up, running a hand down his smooth chest until I landed on the waistband of his shorts. Sealing my lips over his stomach, I lowered the fabric. He moaned, arresting my attention. His eyes were closed, bottom lip fixed between his teeth. Perfect .

“You still with me baby?” He nodded and I reached up to pry his hands away from the countertop, guiding them to my shoulders. “I need to hear you, Stetson.”

“Yes.”

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he snarled, nails digging into my skin.

I bit back the urge to demand more, to hear him call me Daddy. There was plenty of time for that. If I took it too fast, he’d bolt. Instead, I whispered, “Good,” and prompted him to step out of his shorts. With his feet flat on the floor again, I reached around to grab his ass. The taut flesh easily filled both my hands. I sighed, blowing hot breath over his straining erection. Another noise made me look up. Stetson peered down at me with pleading eyes, silently begging for more.

I held him steady and helped him out of his boxer briefs. My mouth watered at the sight in front of me. Stetson was drop dead gorgeous , right down to the perfect cock bouncing in front of me. A drop of precome hung from his slit, and I lunged forward to lap it up. Not wasting any time, I used my tongue to trace the prominent vein running along the underside of his dick. The second he hit my taste buds, I knew I needed more.

The noises coming from his mouth served as fuel to keep me going. As if I’d want to do anything else. His breath hitched as I sucked his cockhead into my mouth, covering the distance with my hand. One of his hands twisted into my hair, holding me in place. Stetson writhed, and I loosened my grip enough to let him move.

The first roll was slow, calculated. When I didn’t stop him, he picked up pace. The dirty, erotic sounds were music to my ears. Stetson moaning and whining, the obscene slurping bouncing off the walls. Once I was sure he was steady, I shoved a hand into my underwear, the fabric already damp.

“Holy shit,” Stetson whimpered. His rhythm faltered, his hand clenched in my hair. I could feel him trying to hold out, but it was in vain. I swallowed around him, earning a bitten curse before, “I’m coming.”

Stetson crashed over the edge, his cock pulsing his release down my throat. I happily swallowed, only pulling off when he pushed at my shoulders. Resting my forehead against his hip, I counted my breaths and carried myself away from my own release. This moment wasn’t about me. I allowed myself a few seconds to gather my strength while Stetson combed his fingers through my hair.

“Sorry,” he panted, removing his hand. “I’ll stop.”

I shook my head against his thigh. “Don’t be.” I picked up that hand he’d dropped and pressed my lips to his knuckles. “You okay?”

He nodded, but with a simple raised eyebrow from me remembered himself. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He tightened his grip on my hand and helped me to my feet. His gaze dropped to my erection, and he smirked. He reached out, smoothing his hand down my chest, curling his fingers into the hair there as he trailed down my middle. I trapped his fingers before they slipped beneath the cotton. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

“I know you do, sweet boy,” I cooed. “But I’m okay. Why don’t you let me shower you off?”

It was a loaded question. Yes, I would have very much enjoyed sharing my shower with the pretty boy in front of me, but the first game of the season was only two days away. He needed to get to practice. I could have sent him on his way, but I wanted him to have the gratification of making the decision himself.

Stetson winced, but shook his head. “I should really get home to change before practice.”

Good boy .

“If you’re sure.” I leaned in, my lips wet and dick-swollen. This time, when he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, I allowed our tongues to twist together. I bent down to help him re-dress, pulling his phone from his shorts pocket. “Unlock it.”

He did so, then handed it back. “Call me when you decide what you want to do.”

“I—”

I shut him up with my mouth on his. “Don’t decide right now. You’re not in the right headspace. What I did wasn’t conditional. Don’t let it sway your decision. Go to practice, kick some ass, then go home and get some rest. Don’t forget to drink plenty of water. Okay?”

“Yes…”

His response was clipped, like he wanted to say what I wanted to hear, but he ultimately decided against it. I walked him to the door and waited while he slipped into his shoes.

“Do you need a ride home?” I asked.

“No, my friend’s here to get me. Thank you. For last night, and for breakfast.”

“Don’t mention it.” I stole one last kiss before letting him walk out the door. I closed it, locked it, then collapsed against the wood, shoving my hand into my boxer briefs with a sigh of relief. I wiggled the fabric away, squeezing my shaft. Did I wish I’d let Stetson finish me off? That it was his thumb swiping away that drop of clear liquid? Yes. But had he stayed, I wasn’t sure I would have let him leave.

So instead, I stayed perched against the front door. I spit in my palm to lube myself up, taking advantage of the empty house.

I couldn’t get Stetson out of my mind. I’d had him now, and I wanted so much more. Damn it, he was perfect.

My head fell back with a thump as I moaned loud enough to make the windows rattle. I closed my eyes, picturing my two men on display for me and me alone. I didn’t expect Barrett to get involved with Stetson, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize.

I spat into my hand, slicking up my cock and imagining those two— fuck! My orgasm crashed into me, pulling a growl from deep in my chest. Come spilled over my hand and splattered to the floor. I snatched my underwear from my feet to clean my hand, taking a brief moment to catch my breath before dragging myself to the bathroom to shower. Again.

I made a desperate attempt to keep myself busy throughout the day, but that didn’t come with any less than a hundred glances at my phone, hoping that either Stetson’s number or Barrett’s name would light up the screen. Barrett never texted or called during practice days unless something was wrong, so I suppose I should have been happy when I was met with silence from him.

That didn’t stop me from pouncing on him like a cat in heat the second he walked through the front door.

“Well, hello to you, too,” he mumbled between assaults from my mouth. My hands tugged his clothes off. Eventually, he ducked out of a kiss to catch his breath. “I’m assuming it went well with Stetson.”

I blushed, and Barrett crooked a brow at me. “I hope so. Bear, he’s perfect. But I want him to get along with you too.”

Barrett smiled at me. “Well, the game is on Monday. I don’t fly out again until Wednesday, so why don’t we set up some time after the game so I can meet him?”

Butterflies started to rage in my stomach. I took a deep breath. “I just want it to go well.”

He thumbed my cheeks where they’d gone red. “If he’s got you like this, he must be pretty damn impressive.”