and oh my God, Jase enjoyed giving it. Slow strokes. Teasing every inch with his lips and tongue. The occasional low groan to let me know that, yes, he really did enjoy this. It was unhurried, and sexy, and decadent, and I was in heaven.
“Oh, yeah…”
Jase moaned, and that subtle vibration had my back arching and my toes curling as I tried to find my breath.
“Baby, you’re gonna make me come.”
Another moan. He stroked faster with his hand, gripping tighter, and I grabbed his shoulder and the armrest as he took me higher.
“Jase… Oh God…” I let go of his hair so he could move if he wanted to, and I let my head fall back against the couch. “Seriously, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want me to… Fuck, baby…” He gave me even more, and nothing about the way he licked and pumped my dick said he had a problem with me coming in his mouth.
I forced my eyes to stay open and stared down at him, struggling to catch my breath as I watched the most gorgeous man alive going to town on my cock. “Fuck, yeah. Keep… Do it just like that. Just like that. Oh, yeah.”
Right then, his eyes flicked up and met mine, and every fantasy I’d ever had—about Jase Kelly the hockey star and about Jase the man I’d fallen in love with—suddenly paled in comparison to the lust gleaming in those beautiful eyes as he went down on me, and that was all I could take. With a gasp, I arched off the couch, my hips trying to buck as much as they could in this position, and he groaned around my dick as I came in his eager mouth. He kept stroking me until I stuttered, “S-stop,” and then he backed off and gazed up at me, looking exceptionally pleased with himself.
“Holy fuck,” I murmured.
Jase grinned. He joined me on the couch, and I kissed him. The taste of my own cum in someone else’s mouth had never been a huge turn-on for me (not a turn-off, just not a big turn-on either), but something about kissing Jase after he’d sucked me off for the first time made my spine tingle. Maybe because it was the he’d never sucked off anyone else, and there was something hot about that being mine. I didn’t know. Did it matter? I felt amazing, and Jase’s kiss just made the post-orgasmic bliss that much better.
We shifted a little, and finally sank onto the cushions. Jase was on his back, and he wrapped his arms around me as I settled on top of him. For a long time, we kissed lazily just like that, warm skin against warm skin, his hands sliding all over me. Sex with him just never got old.
Jase broke away and started to say something, but then he looked past me, and he stiffened.
“What?” I glanced over my shoulder and realized what had caught his eye—the poster of him. Facing him again, I sheepishly said, “Oh. Yeah. I, uh, forgot that was…”
But he just laughed, shaking his head. “It’s just a little surreal, I guess.” He lifted his chin to kiss me softly. “But I don’t mind.”
“Well, that’s good. Because I really don’t know how to explain to Dallas if I need to move it.”
Jase laughed, and my heart went all melty again. He was just so fucking cute, and that smile could light up a stadium.
But he wasn’t in a stadium tonight. He was here with me, cuddled up together on a couch that barely fit the two of us, and I could have watched him smile all night long.
As his humor faded, he met my gaze and ran his hands up my back. “You don’t have to move it.”
“Good. But maybe we’ll go in the bedroom next time.”
“Eh.” He shrugged. “That would’ve meant stopping and moving, and…” He shook his head. “I didn’t want to wait.”
“Not even with…” I gestured over my shoulder.
“I can cope. Promise.”
“Just tell me if you can’t.”
“Can do.” He pulled me down and kissed me again, long and tender this time. “I love you, Devin.”
“I love you too.” I brushed my lips across his. “How do you feel about moving to the bedroom now, though?”
Another smile. “I think we can do that.”
Chapter 31
Jase
I couldn’t get that night out of my head, and not in a good way. It had been a week, and ever since I’d left Devin’s apartment that morning, I hadn’t been able to