Page 21 of The Poster Boy (Love The Game #3)

Jay

I f you’d told me a few months ago that I’d be here, kissing Marek Myers, I’d have probably died laughing. It seemed not real in a way. Like something this good couldn’t possibly exist between us. And yet, it was the most real thing I’d ever felt.

Pinned under Marek, he ground his cock against mine as he deepened the kiss. Fuck. I was kissing Myers, and it was indescribably good. My brain went blank, leaving no room for thoughts, just the experience of Marek’s tongue dancing with mine.

Breathless against the assault of his tongue in my mouth. Powerless to slow my racing heart. Helpless to stop myself from wanting him, I surrendered. Any lingering dislike I pretended to have for this man fell away. I didn’t know how I was even going to begin to pretend to hate him.

The kiss was never-ending. We kissed like it was the main attraction, and I wasn’t secretly dying for more.

Though I wasn’t lying when I told Marek that I was vers, I wanted him inside me too.

There was a space inside me that was desperate to be filled.

If it happened to be an emptiness in the shape of Myers, then that was just a coincidence.

I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I also wanted to see what his plans for me were. I let curiosity win. Marek sat up, his chest heaving as he reached for the lube. There was still something haunted about the look in his eyes. Whatever was bothering him had nothing to do with me, though.

Lube drizzled from the bottle to my cock. The cool temperature made me flinch and huff out a breath.

“Cold.”

Marek smirked at me. “I’ll warm it up in a minute.”

He reached for my cock. Holding my gaze, he took it in his hand and stroked me from root to tip, spreading the lube, stealing my breath.

His touch was an addiction. The way I’d gone from hating him to needing him was the eighth wonder of the world.

Everything about this felt less like a hookup and more like…

something that mattered. Marek needed someone.

Needed something. And whether or not it was sex, or me, or something else, I was the person he’d chosen at this moment.

Marek reached behind himself with slick fingers, and I could only imagine the way he was prepping his hole.

The blunt, slippery digits circling his rim before dipping inside.

Instead, I saw the way his expression smoothed out.

Next time, I wanted to be the one to finger him open.

To make his hole soft and slick and ready for my dick.

Marek shifted forward and lined my cock up with his hole. I couldn’t look away from his face if you paid me. With his head tilted back, everything about him was as tense and tight as the fully-drawn string of a bow. And then my cock pressed against his hole, and Marek softened to accept me .

“Fuu-uuuck,” I swore as he took my cock inside him, inch by torturously slow inch.

When I was all the way inside him, Marek relaxed a little more and it was like I slid in even deeper.

Unable to keep my hands to myself, I let them wander all over Marek’s body.

Up his legs. I cupped his ass. Smoothed my hands up his back, around his chest to toy with his nipples.

He gathered my hands in his and pinned them to the bed. He rocked his hips in circles, grinding his body on mine as he rode my cock.

He was still so tangled up in his own head. Tortured. Beautiful. Lifting myself up the best I could with my hands held down and his weight on top of me, I caught Marek’s mouth with mine.

If I’d known how good of a kisser he was, I might have kissed him a lot sooner. His hold on my hands shifted until our fingers were locked together.

I’d never had sex like this before. Sex with someone who mattered to me, who would continue to matter after the cum was dry. Even when Marek was out of my sight, he was never out of my mind.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sounding tortured.

“Let me take over.”

I loved the way he felt on my cock. The tight heat, the way it gripped me as he rode it, but I wanted to flip him over and fuck him until he forgot his name.

When he didn’t respond at first, I said it again. Quieter this time, and as a question instead of a command. “Let me take over?”

Marek sighed against me. Going boneless, he melted into me, giving me his body. His trust.

Untangling my hands from his was an unfortunate necessity, but I needed my hands. Smoothing them down his back, I spread his cheeks apart and gently traced the rim of his ass where my cock was currently buried.

“Your hole is so tight.”

Marek let out a scoff, it might have been a laugh. “I almost never bottom.”

Pride rumbled inside my chest, coming out as a low grumble, a sound of approval.

I liked the idea that he let me in places he didn’t let many people.

A possessive part of me wanted him to never bottom for anyone else ever again.

I ignored the implications of that particular fantasy and focused on the sound he made when I brought my knees up and planted my feet on the mattress.

Spreading him apart with my hands, I held him down as I thrust up into him.

Marek made a sound like I’d punched all the air out of him. It dragged out into a full-bodied moan as I continued. “Oh, fuuuuck. Oh, God, Jay.”

Hearing my name on his lips shouldn’t have mattered. It should’ve been inconsequential, but instead it felt monumental. It was one of those moments that I’d remember forever. The smell of his skin. The heat of his body wrapped around mine. And the airy way he’d said my name.

His whimpers grew increasingly frantic as I held him still and fucked his ass.

I kept up an unrelenting pace. A steady rhythm.

Then Marek broke and pulled away all at once.

It happened so fast that at first I thought I’d done something wrong.

Then he was scrambling for the lube and working his way between my legs, rolling my hips up to give him access to my hole.

“Hell, yes.” I grabbed my cock and gave it a stroke or two while Marek spread lube around my hole, working some in with a finger. “Need you.”

Maybe I shouldn’t be telling him shit like that, but my brain didn’t have enough blood left in it to make rational decisions.

Maybe I shouldn’t be here, in Marek’s bed, feeling a whole lot like it was the only place I wanted to be.

But it was too late to turn back the clock.

Too late to go back to pretending that I hated him.

That I didn’t admire him for how he handled whatever life tossed at him with grace and dignity.

That he’d taken a potentially life-ruining event and turned it into something he could live with.

Marek’s cock pressed against my entrance.

I looked down, seeing where his hands rested on the insides of my thighs as he spread me open.

He bent my legs as he slid inside, pushing all the air out of me.

My head spun and a moan tore out of me. For the first time, we were face to face and could make as much noise as we wanted.

I didn’t have to wonder how I ended up here.

When he looked in my eyes, I knew it to be the inevitability it was.

Somehow, we were always going to end up here.

Sliding my hands into his hair, I pulled him down and slanted our mouths together. Marek surrounded me, thrust into me, burying himself deep. Kissing him transformed me. Melted my frozen hockey puck heart. He kissed me like I was the answer to a problem he never knew he had.

Marek pulled back and flashed me a smirk, but it didn’t match the soft look in his eyes, like he knew he was just as fucked as I was but wanted to pretend that things hadn’t just changed between us.

With his hands behind my knees, Marek folded me in half and drove into me, fucking me like he hated me. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, relishing the way Marek fucked me hard and deep. Releasing one of my legs, Marek put the other one over his shoulder.

“Fucking hell, Jay, you’re so tight.”

I looked up at him and held his gaze as I squeezed my channel, gripping his cock even tighter.

The moan that tore off of him sounded broken.

His body trembled and stuttered, and then he fucked me harder.

Drove into me again and again until beads of sweat ran down his forehead. Until he was shiny with it.

He wrapped a hand around my cock, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was coming.

With a startled gasp, Marek pulled out. “Condom.”

“It’s okay. I’m negative.” I reached for him, quietly tugging him back toward me. “You?”

“Yeah, me too, but… shit. I should’ve asked.”

“It’s okay, Marek.” I pulled him down into a kiss to calm him.

He looked unsettled, almost panicked. I flicked my tongue along the seam of his lips until he softened and let me in again.

I kissed his lips. The corner of his mouth.

His lips again. Slid my tongue inside his mouth. Took my time ramping him back up.

“You sure?” Marek asked, pulling back to study my face for the truth of my answer.

“I want it,” I told him. It was the truth, if not the whole truth. I needed it. I wanted him in me. Wanted to feel him leak out of me. I wanted to have him in every way possible. “Please.”

He slid into me, stealing my breath. Slanting our mouths together, he reached down and hitched an arm behind one of my knees and lifted my leg up toward my chest again, changing the angle of his entry.

God, nothing had ever felt this good. Marek had captivated me.

Stolen my attention from the start. Even before I knew him, I’d been obsessed.

And now I knew the truth of it. I’d been obsessed because I liked him.

Admired him. Maybe was a little jealous of him.

But none of those things compared to the incredible feeling of having him. Of taking his bare cock.

Reaching between us, I grabbed my dick and stroked it. Marek’s pace had increased to something just shy of feverish.

“Marek, Marek, fuck, baby… please.” Unable to control myself anymore, I whimpered. I whimpered again, unable to stop.

“I want to see you come,” he told me, his voice strained.

His wish was apparently my command because, in the next second, I shattered. A thick rope of cum shot out and landed on my chest. Even more spilled out, coating my fingers.

I watched Marek watch me. Watched the way his mouth opened in awe when my release hit me. Watched the muscles in his arms tighten as he increased his pace, slamming into me like he wanted to break me apart.

And then his body stiffened. He tilted his head back, elongating his neck, making me wish I had the energy to sit up and lick the hollow of his throat. Then his mouth was on mine and his hips thrust in jerky motions. He came apart, whimpering in my mouth as he emptied inside me.

When he was done, I didn’t let him roll away. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.

“I’ll crush you,” Marek protested weakly after a minute. He made a halfhearted attempt to roll away, but I held him tighter.

“I got you, Marek.” Without quite knowing what I was doing, I kissed his temple.

I didn’t know what this meant for us, but I knew nothing would be the same. I knew I was sure I didn’t want things to stay the same. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready for change. And yet, the idea of change sounded better than stopping whatever it was I was doing with Marek.