arrival. I jumped off the sofa and was halfway to the front door before reining myself back. While we hadn’t hidden our relationship from anyone since coming back to Miami at the end of spring training, I didn’t figure he’d want pictures of my dropping to my knees and blowing his brains out splashed all over the papers.
Instead of racing out to the truck to welcome PJ home, I stood with my hand on the doorknob, watching as he pulled his suitcase out of the bed of the truck. My dick thickened inside my jeans as I studied every step he took toward the front door. When he reached the steps, I pulled the door open, standing out of view.
He stepped inside and turned to say something, but I cut off his words by fisting his shirt in my grasp to pull him in far enough that I could slam the door closed.
“Missed you so fucking much,” I told him as I shoved him against the wall.
Seconds later, we were fighting to see who could get the other naked first. God, I loved this man. He cupped his hands beneath my ass, pulling me to him, grinding our erections together. I moaned as he deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of wintergreen mints, a flavor I’d forever associate with PJ. His calloused hands squeezed my ass cheeks before sliding up the sides of my body.
“Want to fuck that mouth,” he informed me as he placed both hands on my shoulders and shoved me to my knees. As much as I’d always thought I wouldn’t want to give up control to anyone else, PJ made me crave him unleashing the more dominant side of his personality. I winced when my knees hit the cold marble, but bit back any audible reaction, not wanting to risk him thinking I was opposed to what he was offering.
I looked up at him, my mouth open wide, waiting for him to feed me his length. My mouth watered as he brushed the tip of his cock across my lower lip.
He was taunting me.
Teasing me.
Torturing me.
Every time I thought he was going to let go and shove his dick down my throat, he’d pull back, circling his hips. I slid my hands up the backs of his thighs, urging him to give me everything. He fought against me, not through teasing.
“Please,” I begged him. “There’ll be plenty of time to go slow later. Right now, I want you to use me. Whatever’s got you tense, take it out on my body.”
He blinked slowly, staring at me, his mouth gaping slightly. I knew him well enough to know he was trying to decide whether or not to placate me with a lie so I wouldn’t try to take on his stress. “Okay, you asked for it.”
Before I could respond, PJ’s hand was around the back of my neck and he was fucking my mouth the way I knew he wanted to. There was no reservation, no caution, just pure, carnal fucking. He rammed his dick into the back of my neck and held it there long enough I nearly tapped his leg to tell him to back off. But I didn’t. I’d pleaded with him to use me and that’s exactly what he was doing.
“Your mouth is fucking perfect; you know that?” I grunted at his praise. I wasn’t perfect; we were. For as many issues as we had, the chemistry between us in the bedroom was never a problem. Sex with him was unlike with anyone in my past, and I had to believe that was because what we did wasn’t just sex. His muscles tensed and the stream of dirty talk grew incoherent. I sat back on my heels, staring up at him, hoping he’d read my mind.
“Should we move this upstairs?” I nodded, laughing when he reached out to help me off the floor. He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck. “I was so fucking scared you weren’t going to be here when I got home.”
“I promised you I wasn’t leaving,” I reminded him. “And I don’t break my promises.”
“You have no clue how much I love looking through that door, seeing you standing there,” he told me, the words muffled against my skin.
I reached down and cupped his balls. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I have an idea. Now, are we going to chat or fuck? Because if we’re going to talk first, I’m putting on some clothes.”
That got