He’s so dense. And heavy. Even his tongue has a heft to it I’ve never experienced. It slips into my mouth and I suck on it, eager to taste him. We’re both panting when we break the kiss.
“You wanted that?” I gasp.
Christos takes a moment, pressing his forehead against mine. “Yes…”
“For how long?” I run a finger along the bottom edge of his wide ear.
“After we won that home game…” He lowers himself, gets down on his knees so he can bury his face in my chest, embarrassed. “I wanted to kiss you…”
“I would have,” I tell him. “You just had to tell me to come to you and I would have.”
“I know…” He nuzzles his snout between my pecs.
His horns surround me, capturing me. Not that I need to be held down. I could never run away from something so perfect, him kneeling before me is something out of a dream.
Like all dreams, as soon as I recognize the fantasy it gives way towaking reality, a sinking dread overtaking me. I stroke the tuft of hair between his horns.
“What are we going to do?”
He groans, the sound morphing into a humorless chuckle. “I dunno…” His ears flap. “I can hear your heartbeat… It sounds nicer than a notification.”
As cute as this display is, I reach under his chin, angling his head upwards. “Come on, we can figure this out.”
His ears fall flat against his square head. “Can we?”
“Quitting talk from you of all people? Is this the same man who chose to coach the worst team in the college league?”
“Hey,” he laughs, “with our last win, we’re second worst.”
“And if you can manage that miracle, then I know we can figure this out.” I reach for his hand and move us to the couch, setting the book and my phone aside. We’re apart for maybe a second before he wraps an arm around my waist, nearly pulling me into his lap. I oblige, abandoning the worn leather and laying against his chest. I scratch under his chin, the difference in our heights more apparent than ever.
“I can’t think when you’re touching me like this.”
Like his dick against my ass isn’t just as distracting. It doesn’t matter that he’s not hard, it’s like he’s smuggling something in those sweats. My other hand starts petting him as well.
“Then let me talk while you listen.”
He hums in agreement, tilting his head back so I have more chin to scratch.
“If it weren’t for your job we wouldn’t have any obstacles.”
“Hang on—”
“I thought you were listening, not thinking.”
He takes my hands in his own, bringing them to rest in my lap. “Your skating isn’t an obstacle? The fact I’m a decade older?”
“Okay, sure…” I turn my hands so our palms are touching. “My schedule is tight, but I can make time. And the age thing won’t matter in a few years.”
Hot air hits the back of my neck. “Spoken like a true twenty-one year old.”
“Regardless, we both want to be with each other. That matters. I think it should matter more than age.”
He closes his hands around mine. We’re doing this.
“We should set ground rules,” I announce
The bottom of his chin rubs the top of my head as he nods. “Like… what exactly? I don’t want to hurt you.”
