Page 31 of The Poster Boy (Love The Game #3)

Jay

I almost talked myself out of going up to Marek’s room. It was Boone who pushed me to do it. I’d been pacing the floor of our shared room ever since we got back to the hotel. Boone stretched out on his bed and scrolled through his phone.

“Church was his roommate. And he’s not here. So do with that information what you will.”

I glanced at Boone, who didn’t bother to look up from his phone.

“He’s in 412. Go talk to him, dumbass. I won’t wait up.”

The next thing I knew, I was outside Marek’s hotel room. It was a handful of doors down from my room. I half expected him to slam the door in my face, but he stepped aside and let me in.

He looked good. Marek always looked good to me, though.

Even when I hated him, he was stupidly attractive.

I’d grown addicted to his smile and all the variations he had.

The bright smile he gave to the press that looked almost genuine.

The smile he gave on the ice when he made a save.

The way he used to smile at me felt like a secret smile.

One that was soft around the edges with a certain kind of fondness in his eyes. It was absent now.

“What are you doing here, Jay?” Marek closed the door but didn’t follow me into the room.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, earning an eye roll.

“He barely touched me. I’ve taken harder hits from my sister.”

“I didn’t mean…” I stopped and let out a sigh. I pulled my hat off and bent the brim while I struggled to get the words right. “I fucked up. I know that.”

Marek responded with silence. Part of me expected him to open the door and usher me out, to not even let me finish my apology. I wondered if words were going to be enough. It hadn’t been my words that had hurt him but my actions.

“You’re not the only one who fucked up.”

I snapped my gaze up to meet his. He let out a sigh and uncrossed his arms. “I knew you weren’t out when we started messing around. It was unfair of me to expect things that you’d made clear you weren’t ready for. You told me the rules, and I was wrong to assume I’d be an exception.”

“I was ready,” I blurted. “But I was terrified of what that meant. I’ve never been in a real relationship before, and I’m not sure I even know how.

I want to take the next step with you, Marek.

But I don’t know what that is, or what it should look like, or how to do it.

I do have rules, Marek, but you are the exception. ”

“Jay—”

I put my hat on backwards and wiped my sweaty palms on my thighs.

“You’re the exception, Marek. I want to break my rules for you. I want a shot with you. I want so many things that I can’t put them all into words. I want— mmph .”

Suddenly I had an armful of Marek. He slammed into me, crushing his mouth against mine.

He cradled my face in his hands as he deepened the kiss, licking his way into my mouth.

Marek walked me backward toward the bed as I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, sliding my hands underneath it to feel his skin again.

We kissed like we’d been apart for years, not days.

Marek moaned into my mouth as my legs came in contact with the bed.

Falling back, I dragged him down with me.

My hat got knocked off when we hit the mattress.

Marek hadn’t shaved and his stubble scratched at my skin.

It didn’t matter that tomorrow I’d have to face the world with beard-burn.

That people might take one look at me and know.

The idea didn’t scare me the way it used to.

When I thought I’d lost Marek, that’s when I knew what real fear was.

He worked his hand between us, sliding it under the waistband of my pants.

“Marek—wait.”

He went still, then pulled back. He tried to pull his hand out of my pants, but I stopped him, stilling his hand with my own.

“I need you to know that I know I fucked up. And I’ll probably fuck up again. And again. But I won’t ever stop trying not to… because I love you.”

“You’re such an asshole,” he whispered. “I wanted to say it first.”

The sun rose in my chest, and I melted under Marek, smiling up at him like an idiot. “I could take it back…”

“Don’t you dare.” Marek leaned down and kissed me again.

Slow and deep, like he’d just found the answers to everything in the space behind my teeth.

His hand started to move again, and mine followed it as he took my dick in his hand.

I’d been hard from that first kiss. Hell, all it took most times was for me to think of Marek and my dick rose to attention.

“Love you,” Marek whispered against my lips between kisses. He spoke the words against my skin as he kissed my jaw.

“Love you,” he said again as he stroked me with a tenderness that left me breathless.

I’d never been in love before, and I’d never had someone love me before, not like this. Not in a way that was everything.

Marek’s love was the sun shining on my soul.

It was the stars in my eyes when I looked at him.

I hadn’t understood how much I needed him until I thought I’d lost him.

Coming out still terrified me in a lot of ways, for a lot of reasons, but I could take small steps.

I didn’t have to leap out with both feet.

Marek would wait for me as long as he knew I was on the right track.

Using my heels, I dug them into Marek’s ass and pressed him closer to me.

As much as I loved the feeling of his hand on me, I needed more.

I shoved his shirt up his body until he got the message and sat up, yanking it off over his head.

The shirt was tossed to the side, and then Marek was pulling at my clothes, and I scrambled to help him.

I pulled my shirt off while Marek yanked my pants down.

I hated the loss of his body against mine, but it was worth it when he came back to me, naked and hard. Fucking beautiful. And mine.

Mine.

Marek stretched out over top of me again, and I welcomed his weight.

I couldn’t stop kissing him. Couldn’t stop touching him.

Needing him. Our cocks were pressed together, sandwiched between us.

I throbbed and leaked, moaned when he ground his hips down.

It was like being kissed with his whole body, not just his lips and tongue.

“Jay,” Marek muffled his voice against the curve of my throat. “Want you so bad.”

His hips undulated, grinding our cocks together.

“Lube,” I said, suddenly desperate for him. It had only been days, but it felt like forever since I’d been with him. Since I felt his hands on me. His mouth. His body in mine.

Marek brushed a kiss against my mouth. “Don’t move.” He climbed off me and dug around in his bag until he came out with a bottle of lube and a condom.

“No condom,” I told him. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

His gaze glimmered at me as he tossed the condoms back toward the bag and stalked toward me.

I’d propped myself up on my elbows to watch him but dropped back down as he stretched out next to me.

Marek pulled my leg, draping it over him.

I watched the intensity of his expression as he drizzled lube down onto the shaft of my cock.

“That’s cold,” I complained.

“I’ll warm you up.”

“Cheesy.”

“You like it.” Marek met my gaze as he wrapped his hand around my cock.

“I love it. And you.” I groaned as he started stroking me.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

I barely heard him over the rush of blood in my ears.

“I love you. You’re mine.” I reached for him, cradled his face in my hands and dragged his mouth down to mine. There were no words after that.

Marek teased me with his hand, stroking my cock as he kissed me. He worked me up into a frenzy until my cock ached and leaked. Throbbed. Pulsed, and didn’t come because Marek squeezed the base of my shaft and laughed softly against my lips when I let out a groan of protest.

“Not yet.” He kissed my jaw. My throat. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His hand slid lower, and I spread my legs for him. Slick fingers probed my hole. I hoped I never got used to the thrill of having him touch me there or the way my body sang when he slid a finger inside.

Marek’s mouth found mine, and he tongue-fucked my face as he fingered me open.

He took his time, the asshole. Tortured me within an inch of my sanity.

I was barely hanging on. Sweating, panting, leaking precum on my abs as he teased my hole open with his fingers.

Stroked them over my prostate, smiling against my mouth as I cried out.

“Marek, please. I’m going to fucking die soon. You’re killing me.”

“You beg so pretty.” He kissed the corner of my mouth.

I whined when he pulled his fingers out of me. It made me feel hollowed out, like he’d taken a vital part of me with his touch.

“Shhh. You’re okay. Roll on your side for me. That’s a good boy.”

Boneless and needy, I let Marek arrange me how he wanted me.

On my side with one leg tucked up against my chest. He climbed on top of me and leaned over me, bringing his mouth down to mine, stealing a kiss.

His hand smoothed up the back of my leg, stopping behind my knee.

He kept my leg bent and slid inside me. Slowly breaching me, he fed me his cock a fraction of an inch at a time until he was all the way inside me.

I couldn’t look away from him. Marek Myers was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on, and the way he looked at me made me want to do anything I could to keep him. Anything at all. There wasn’t a bridge I wouldn’t burn, a line I wouldn’t cross, a single thing I wouldn’t do.

I brought him down to me, grabbing his face, and I slanted our mouths together.

Marek fucked me with long, deep thrusts.

He went slow at first, but built the intensity as time went on.

I couldn’t breathe or think or talk. I could only kiss him and let myself be kissed and lie there as he railed into me.

His forehead was slick with sweat when he pressed it against mine, but I didn’t care.

“Jay—”

I knew he was close. I could feel it in the way he struggled to hold himself back. The rigid lines of his body. The tension in every joint and muscle.

“Please. I want it.”

Marek slid an arm around my neck and anchored himself to me, slamming his hips into me, sinking his cock as deep as he could.

Deeper than I’d ever been fucked before.

And then he was coming. He moaned my name, and God’s, and a few dozen swear words as he filled my ass with his cum, and when he was done he pulled out and pushed me onto my back.

Marek took my cock into his mouth in one quick swallow.

I gripped his hair, not lasting longer than a few seconds as Marek’s talented tongue made love to the head of my cock.

My shaft. He drained me dry, licked every last drop off my dick, then rolled me up like a pretzel and licked his way up the crack of my ass.

My entire body was tender and sensitive, and I whimpered, wanting him to stop, and never stop, as he sucked his cum out of my ass. My legs shook as my body short-circuited.

Marek eventually stopped, probably when my whimpers turned from pleasure to something sharper, something too bright and too good to keep tolerating. Then he crawled over my body, laid his weight on top of mine, and kissed me with the taste of us mingled on his tongue.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in the curve of his shoulder until he rolled onto his side and held me in return.

I didn’t know what came next, and part of me was nervous, but nothing had compared to the sick feeling I’d gotten when I thought Marek was done with me.

I could live with any kind of uncertainty so long as I had him.