“Oh, god,” I groan when I finally stop shooting. “Youdrainedme. Holy shit.”
Dean slides the sleeve off of my sensitive shaft, wiping me down with a spare washcloth. “Good. It looked like you were having fun.”
“Yeah. That shit’s epic.” My eyes travel down to his erection, which is lying flat on his stomach and leaking into the ridges of his abs. “Wanna try it?”
He scoffs. “If you’re down to share.”
I empty the sleeve out into a tissue with one hand while squeezing lube onto Dean’s thick shaft with the other, working him over and teasing the tip. Without wasting any more time, I line him up and engulf him with the stroker, and his face screws up in pleasure.
“Jeez, that’s warm,” he grunts. “This is so damn good.”
Grinning, I ease the toy up, still holding him in place, and I pause when I reach the top. “Maybe I’ll edge you. I think you’re due for a little revenge,” I tease, sliding back down.
He only sighs happily. “Do it. Do whatever the hell you want to me.”
I file that away for another time—Dean’s already squirming under my slow, gentle stroking. I stop when I reach his dick head, waiting for his breath to hitch, and as soon as it does, I launch my attack.
He yells when I plunge his cock back into the sleeve. I don’t reply with anything other than repeated, deep strokes, savoring the tight wriggling of his muscles under my touch.
“Nick!” His voice catches on a gasp when I twist around his shaft. “You’re gonna make me come so fast.”
“Okay, and?”
I speed up even more, keeping my movements deep and tight, and it only takes a few more repetitions to make my boyfriend melt, his whole body shuddering as he unloads. His head falls back onto the pillow, his eyes slamming shut, and a long, unbroken moan escapes his lips. He looks like the very definition of bliss, and the image sears into my memory.
“Fun?” I ask unnecessarily.
I get a weak groan in response, and I ruffle his cute hair.
“Sounds like it.”
“You bet.” His voice is barely audible, and I plant a quick kiss on his flushed cheeks.
Pointing at the toy, I nudge Dean’s chest, which is rising and falling with his heavy breathing. “I’m gonna think of you whenever I use this,” I say, and he scoffs a muttered noise of acknowledgement.
The two of us lie next to each other until the room service finally arrives, tangling our legs together and threatening to give each other hickeys like we’re teenagers. Even though he’s heading back to New Hampshire in a week, I’m so glad he came. My insecure ass needed a little kick, and that’s what it got.
We’re good, no matter where we are.
And soon enough, we’ll be together for the long-term.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
DEAN
For all the talk about Nick signing with Detroit, he’s actually playing in Lansing for their farm team. And as it turns out, halfway between Lansing and my grad school in Chelsea is the middle of fucking nowhere.
“And this,” Nick says, leading me into the basement, “is where I’ll hide your body after I’ve done away with you.”
Rolling my eyes, I flick the light off and dart back up the stairs, holding the door shut behind me before Nick can follow me.
“No!” he whines, scratching at the door like a lost cat. “You weren’t supposed toretaliate!”
Should I be offended?It’s like Nickdoesn’tknow who I am—ofcourseI’ll take any chance to mess with him.
After a few more seconds of scratching, I yank the door open and catch him as he falls forward, making sure my arms catch on his shirt to lift the fabric over his stomach.
Yup, I’m still making up for the weeks we had to be apart..
