Page 20 of The Poster Boy (Love The Game #3)

Marek

J ay was barely inside and I was on him. Burying my face in his neck, I breathed in his spicy scent as I kissed his neck. He chuckled, sliding his hands under my shirt, searing my skin with his warmth.

Jay was an escape. Something easy to get lost in.

A distraction from all the bullshit that had piled on top of me.

Pressing him against the wall, I worked my hand into the front of his pants and freed his cock.

God bless the inventor of sweatpants. Shoving my pants down, I wrapped my hand around both our cocks.

Jay let out a hiss. “Dude, lube would be nice.”

Right. Shit. Fuck. “Sorry. Just… wait here.” I yanked my pants back up and left Jay by the door with his dick hanging out.

I should have known he’d follow me, though.

I stopped in the doorway to my bedroom, suddenly keenly aware of everything he was seeing.

My disaster kitchen. My disheveled living room.

My bedroom, which looked like a bomb went off. Shame flooded through me.

“I shouldn’t have brought you here,” I said, more to myself than him, but he heard anyway .

“Well, I’m here now.” Jay stepped in behind me and circled his arms around my waist. His still-hard cock pressed against my ass, but it lacked the sexual charge that I’d felt just a minute ago.

My own erection had flagged too. The state of my house matched the state of my mind.

It was hard to figure out which way was up.

I was a grown man. I didn’t need a keeper. I could take care of myself, but sometimes shit happened and I got off track, and getting things back in order was more than I could bear.

“What’s going on, Marek?”

My mouth opened and closed without making a sound.

How could I possibly begin to explain it to him?

That I knew I had a million things to take care of, and that most of them were simple tasks, but I couldn’t get started.

I was paralyzed by the sheer idea of doing anything.

It was like standing at the bottom of Mount Everest and wondering how you were going to climb it.

“I need to get out of my head.” The confession fell from my lips and a weight tumbled off my shoulders.

“I can do that. Tell me what to do.”

I turned and rucked Jay’s shirt up over his head, leaving it tangled around his arms to create some sort of crude bondage.

It knocked the hat off his head, and I bent to retrieve it.

When I put it back on him, I put it on backwards, which made my attraction to him shoot through the roof.

He was already a good-looking guy, but the backwards hat made me feral for him.

I knew sex wouldn’t solve anything. My problems would still be there when we were done, and he was gone, but I might get a moment or two of peace in between.

“Do you trust me?” I asked him, resisting the urge to slant my mouth over his. It took him a minute to answer, but I waited patiently while he turned my words over in his head.

“Yeah.” He exhaled. “I trust you.”

“Lube,” I said, reminding myself why I’d come in here to begin with. I left Jay standing there with his arms tangled in his shirt while I made a beeline for my nightstand. He smirked when he saw the bottle I dug out of the drawer.

“Good choice. I use that brand all the time.”

I crooked my finger, beckoning him. “Come here.”

As he approached, my breathing sped up, and I thought for sure my heart was going to jackhammer out of my chest. But somehow I remained intact as he crossed the room, stepping on dirty laundry on the way.

embarrassment bloomed in me as my gaze fell to the floor, then Jay’s voice broke through my fog.

“Hey, Marek. Look at me.”

I lifted my gaze and was met with such empathy that I thought my chest was going to collapse. I’d never seen such a soft expression on Jay’s face before. It was almost more than I could take.

“I don’t care about any of that,” he said. “What’s next?”

“Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. The only thing that matters now is that you do what I tell you. Okay?”

He nodded, then took a deep breath. He let it out slowly, then closed his eyes.

My shoulders dropped, relaxing slightly when he was no longer looking at me.

Because it felt like he was doing more than looking at me.

Jay had been looking right down into my messed-up head, and he hadn’t run the other way.

Grabbing him by the upper arms, I steered him toward my bed, then pushed him down onto the mattress.

He wriggled around, inching his way up toward the pillows, his arms still pinned to his sides with his shirt.

The illusion that it made him helpless had my cock throbbing.

In reality, I was no match for him. Yeah, I was fit, but Jay was a force of nature.

He lay motionless for a minute. His chest, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, was the only thing that moved.

Yanking my shirt off over my head, I tossed it to the side, not caring about where it went.

I got rid of my pants next and kicked them off to the side.

I wanted to be naked with him. Skin on skin. I wanted to take my time.

I leaned over him, smoothing my hands over his skin, touching the fabric of his shirt. “Not too tight?”

The corner of Jay’s mouth quirked up. “If it was, I’d do something about it.”

Taking his words at face value, I let my hands wander over his body. God, there was just so much of him. All muscled and solid. Powerful. I’d seen him move on the ice. Plow through people like they weren’t there. And right now he was all mine. Docile and calm. Putty in my hand.

My blunt nails dragged against his skin as I pulled at the waistband of his sweatpants. “Up.”

He arched his back, lifting his hips for me.

“Good boy.”

Jay responded with a sound. Maybe it was a chuckle. “Something funny?” I asked.

“No, just…” He furrowed his brow, but dutifully kept his eyes shut. “Is it weird that I like it?”

“It’s the opposite of weird. Who doesn’t want to be told they’re good?

Who doesn’t need to hear it once in a while, that they’re doing okay.

That they’re doing the right thing. The thing they’re supposed to be doing.

” I snapped my mouth shut as Jay’s cock sprang free of his pants.

God, it was a sight. Long and hard and thick. A bead of precum gleamed on the tip .

“Do you ever top, Jay?”

He cracked an eye open and looked at me, started to smirk, then his other eye opened and he raked his gaze over my body.

“Like what you see?”

“Hell, yeah.” The way he looked at me made me want to stand straighter, taller, puff out my chest. I wanted to preen under his attention, but then he let out a sigh and closed his eyes.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Marek, I top. I bottom. I do things that aren’t either of those. Whatever you want.” Jay wriggled as if to get comfortable. “I’m all yours.”

Mine.

I shouldn’t like the sound of that. But I did. Oh, I really fucking did. My cock twitched at the sound of it rolling around in my head, and I finally dragged his sweats the rest of the way off him.

Jay had thick thighs. Powerful muscles that could crack my head like an egg.

He could snap me in half with those things.

With that in mind, I climbed onto the bed and crawled over him.

Straddling his waist, our cocks nestled together like they were meant to fit like that. Like we were made for each other.

I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted some into the palm of my hand.

Waiting a second or two for it to warm up, I let my other hand wander.

Jay’s abs were rock solid. It was wild to be this close to him.

It felt different than our other encounters.

The first one frantic, with an undercurrent of animosity.

The second one, rushed and quiet. The animosity long gone, and in its place was something I couldn’t name. Friendship maybe.

My brain still whirred at a million miles an hour, and I sucked in a deep breath to try and center myself. Jay lay still and quiet. He didn’t rush, or prod, or question me. He seemed happy to let me set the pace.

He had a pretty cock. It wasn’t that I didn’t bottom.

It was that when I did, I still wanted to be in control of it.

Certain things worked for me, and I knew what those were.

Taking Jay’s cock in hand, I gave it a few long, slow strokes.

His lips parted, and he let out a sigh, a moan, a sound of absolute contentment.

Unable to resist any longer, I took both of us in hand.

A breath shuddered out of me on that first stroke.

The sight of our cocks pressed against each other in the tight channel I’d created had my body screaming for release.

I paused only to add more lube, and then I was jerking us harder and faster.

Bracing myself with my hand on Jay’s chest, I leaned forward. God, his mouth was right there. Full lips parted, they glistened, tempting me. The force of my desire for it made me dizzy.

Jay lay there and whimpered. He writhed under my touch as though he wasn’t sure if he were trying to escape it or get closer. Too close for my own good, I released our cocks before I came all over him and ruined my plans.

Jay wriggled. “My arms, Marek.”

Hauling him up into a sitting position, I tugged the shirt down one arm and then the other, tossing it aside.

His arms came around me, skimmed up my thighs before sliding up my back. His eyes were open now, and as he eased himself back down, he tugged me with him. His hand was in my hair, and he pulled me down. Closer and closer. I could have stopped it if I wanted to.

I didn’t want to.

I leaned forward, grinding my hips down, sliding our cocks together in the tight space between our bodies.

My lips brushed against his, tentative at first, then with more surety, more passion.

Jay’s grip tightened in my hair. His other hand smoothed down my back, and he gripped my ass.

I moaned, and he took the opportunity to slip me the tongue.

Time stopped.

The universe collapsed in on itself and ceased to exist around us. There was only the feeling of his cock, hard and slick, and his tongue tangled with mine.

Something in me broke when I realized that this was our first kiss. It felt monumental. Like something we’d earned. My head swam from lack of oxygen, but I couldn’t stop kissing him. Grinding against him. I was lost in his arms, his lips. Lost in his embrace.

Kissing Jay was dangerous, and yet I was powerless to stop.