Page 14 of The Poster Boy (Love The Game #3)

Marek

H oly Mary, Mother of Jesus fucking Christ. I’d always known Jay had a mouth on him, but usually it was reserved for scowling at me and taking shots to the teeth from someone on the other team.

But he poked his tongue out of his mouth, licked the head of my cock like it was a lollipop, and then swallowed me down, wrapping his pretty lips around my shaft.

I should get a medal for bravery for letting my cock anywhere near Jay’s teeth.

Half the time, he glared at me like he wanted to tear my head off my body and use it for a soccer ball.

The other half of the time, he wouldn’t even look at me.

But here he was, on his knees, doing his best to suck my brains out of my dick.

He sucked in a shaky breath when he pulled off and I thought that might be it. That he’d come to his senses, but apparently he was also the kind of guy who liked to play with a man’s nuts because he jerked my spit-slick shaft with one hand and gently took one of my balls into his mouth.

When I’d seen Jay on the other side of the door, I thought for sure this was some kind of prank he was playing on me.

But then I saw the bulge in his pants and the need in his eyes.

He might hate me, but he wanted me, and I could work with that.

I’d been too terrified of some random guy selling me out to some tabloid to bother trying to hook up with anyone.

But Jay would never. Could never. Not only was he not out, but it would put him in a bad spot with the rest of the team. And I honestly didn’t think he was that kind of guy. He might be an asshole, but not like that.

Pleasure pooled in my stomach, tugging at my attention and returning it to Jay, who had gone back to using his tongue on my cock to drive me crazy. I wanted more than a blowjob, though. When he hadn’t known it was me, he’d asked if I topped. And now, more than anything, I wanted to get inside Jay.

“On the bed, Jay. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

“Fuck you, Myers,” he said, but he shifted away and got to his feet.

The fact that he headed for the bed had me a little astonished.

Part of me thought he’d take the first opportunity to kick me out of there.

I was glad he didn’t. The truth was that I was hanging on by a thread, and I needed a distraction.

Jay Brookbank’s ass was a fantastic distraction.

I followed him to the bed and grabbed his hips, pulling his ass against me.

“Did you know…” I licked the shell of his ear. “I’ve never fucked a hockey player before.”

Jay shivered against me and, for a moment, I thought he might unbend his hate and let me in a bit. But then his walls went back up. “And you’re not going to if you keep dragging ass, Myers.”

Fine. He wanted to be angry with me, for whatever reason. I’d allow it, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to do my best to fuck the anger out of him.

“On the bed. Pants off, ass up.”

Jay did as he was told, which made me raise my eyebrows a little.

He shucked his sweats off and climbed onto the bed.

He folded his arms and rested his head on them, burying his face.

His knees were spread apart, revealing everything to me.

The pretty pink hole of his, the cock and balls that swung between his legs, heavy and hard.

I left my clothes on because I wasn’t going to stay long after we were done. I had the feeling that the minute he came, he was going to toss me out of here so I wanted to be ready to bolt.

Kneeling on the bed, I let myself touch him. Grabbing handfuls of his magnificent ass, I gave them a squeeze. Then, before he caught on to what I was doing, I leaned in and licked a trail from taint to hole. Jay yelped, then groaned, then swore at me.

“Fucking hell, Myers.” His voice was husky and lust-drunk. “Warn a guy first.”

He had no snappy comeback when I did it again or when I spread his cheeks wider and really dove in there, licking and sucking. I speared my tongue into his hole and reached between his legs, stroking his cock.

Jay was a leaking mess of a man who bit back every sound that wanted to escape. It made me greedy for those noises. He was probably a vocal bottom, which struck me as amusing, considering he wasn’t exactly vocal otherwise. But it was like it took all his effort to keep himself quiet.

Pulling back, I shoved my pants down further and tore a condom open and rolled it on.

I hadn’t been with anyone after Clark, and I’d been tested, but I didn’t know Jay’s status.

And even if I had, going without wasn’t an option.

I’d never gone without one, and I wasn’t about to let someone like Jay have that piece of me.

Jay’s heavy breaths went ragged when I drizzled lube over his hole then spread it around. I worked a finger into him, then two. His ass was a work of art. Muscular and smooth, bare except a light dusting of hair. It gripped my fingers and sucked them in like it was greedy for me.

“Maybe I’ll let you fuck me next time.”

He scoffed. “There won’t be a this time if you don’t hurry the fuck up.”

I pulled my fingers out of his ass, spread more lube on my cock, liberally coating the condom, and then I lined up, notched the head of my dick against his hole, and pressed inside. I might want to fuck him through the mattress, but I didn’t want to hurt him.

My t-shirt kept getting in the way of my view, so I grabbed the hem and shoved it in my mouth, holding it up and out of the way.

And it kept me from saying stupid shit to him.

Gripping his hips, I held him still while I slowly thrust into him.

I might not have breathed until I was fully buried in his ass.

Fuck, he was tight, and he didn’t wait for me to fuck him. Instead, he shifted positions slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, and he started fucking himself on my cock like I was a giant sex toy. I could live with that.

Jay looked good on my cock. Like he belonged there. And if that wasn’t a mind fuck, I didn’t know what was.

But I wasn’t about to let him top me from the bottom. I met one of his thrusts, and then thrust again, taking over the pace. I put a hand between his shoulder blades and pressed him back down into the bed, pinning him there. Though if he wanted to, he could easily throw me off.

If I’d taken the time to undress, I could’ ve manhandled him better, maneuvered my body more, but I doubted then that I’d have lasted very long. I was already close as it was. Without realizing it, I slowed down.

“God, Myers, just fuck me.” He sounded annoyed, which wasn’t unusual for him, but he also sounded painfully aroused.

With my shirt in my mouth, I couldn’t respond, so I shoved my shirt over my head. It was still wrapped around my arms, and laid across the back of my neck, but at least it wasn’t in the way anymore. Looking down, I watched his hole stretch to accommodate my dick.

“For someone who hasn’t fucked in a while, you’re sure taking my cock like a champion.”

Jay let out a sound that almost could have been a laugh.

“Have you never heard of sex toys, Myers? That’s sad.”

Without thinking, I smacked his ass hard enough to make my hand sting and hard enough to echo in the room like a gunshot.

He moaned like it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

New kink unlocked, maybe? I didn’t question it, but I did do it again, just for fun, before I leaned forward and plastered myself against his back.

Reaching around, I took Jay’s cock in my hand.

The control he had on himself seemed to snap, and he let out another moan, low and sultry, as he sank back into me, taking me deeper.

God, he was tight and hot. His ass hugged my dick like he was meant to take it. I shut my eyes and pressed my open mouth against his shoulder. Tasted the salt of his skin as I jerked him. I needed him to come. On the precipice of falling apart myself, I needed him to go over the edge before I did.

Jay arched his back, changing the angle that my cock entered him at. His ass tightened around me like a fist. “Close.”

A few seconds later, he came apart underneath me. He rocked back, fucking himself through his orgasm as he coated my hand with his cum. He made a mess of the bed too, but it wasn’t my bed.

Once he was finished, I pulled out and tore the condom off with my other hand, then jerked my cock with his cum. I’d never done anything like that before, but it felt like the right thing to do. Like something I needed to have for reasons I couldn’t name.

I propped myself up with my free hand, keeping him down by planting it on his lower back.

Jay hadn’t moved since he finished except to hide his face in his arms. I hated that he couldn’t even look at me.

Not that I’d wanted him to. While he wasn’t scowling at me, I could pretend that he didn’t hate me.

My orgasm hit me almost by surprise. It stole my breath as I jerked and splattered his ass cheek with my cum.

I watched, mesmerized as it ran down his skin, slow and sticky.

I came so hard I saw stars for a moment.

I’d stopped breathing and thinking. Everything had gone bright and quiet and for a few seconds, everything was great.

Then my brain started up again and the world came rushing back in.

Jay lay sprawled on the bed on his stomach, still not looking at me. I had a handful of cum, my shirt was over my head, and my pants were around my knees. At least the mess on my outsides matched the mess on my insides.

“I should go.”

Jay didn’t respond. I wondered if he was even alive or if I’d fucked him to death.

His back rose and fell in a rhythm that wasn’t quite one of a sleeping man, but one of someone pretending to be sleeping.

I could take the hint. He wanted me gone.

No chat. No touching base. Just hit it and quit it. I could live with that.

I wiped my hand on the bedding because it was already ruined, and because fuck him, that’s why. Getting to my feet, I fixed my shirt and my pants. Then without a word, I crept to the door and looked out the peephole to make sure the hallway was empty.

“For what it’s worth, Jay, I’d happily do that again.”

Again, he didn’t answer, just like I’d expected.

I let myself out of his room and tried hard not to hate myself for letting that happen.

It was proof that I was starting to unravel if I was willing to fuck a man who couldn’t stand the sight of me.

Suddenly exhausted, I returned to my room and curled up in bed, but sleep didn’t take me for a long time.