Levi grinned, and I realized it was maybe the first time I’d seen him truly smile. There was nothing fake about it. And dammit, he was fucking gorgeous when he smiled.
I cupped his jaw, running my fingers through his beard. “Carry me to your bed. Now.”
“So you’re the demanding one.”
“I sure am,” I said. “But I’ll take care of you.”
With that promise in mind, heat warmed his gaze and he held me close, taking me through the dining room, down the hall, and straight to his bedroom. I reached behind him to flip on the light as he kicked the door shut behind us.
“I’ll turn on a lamp,” he grumbled.
“Not a big light guy?” I teased.
He tossed me onto the bed and I laughed, leaning over to turn on the lamp as he flipped the switch off again.
“I hate big lights,” he said. “And this one is especially egregious. All the lights in my apartment back in Minnesota are a certain kind that don’t feel like god is staring down at you when they’re turned on.”
I snorted as I sat up, ripping my shirt off as I watched him. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that his home was somewhere else. “I forget you have an apartment.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Right around the corner from where we practice, so I just walk to work.”
“So your life revolves around hockey.”
“It did.” He tugged his shirt overhead, revealing a muscled set of shoulders and chest, along with abs that had softened slightly over the last few weeks. “Not anymore, though.”
My smile softened and I tilted my head, regarding him thoughtfully. He held my gaze as he tugged on his belt buckle, standing at the edge of the bed and watching me. The metal clinked as he took it off, the leather zipping against the denim as he tossed it to the floor. Before he could undo the top button, I held up my hand, sitting forward.
“I’m doing that,” I said.
His hand stilled as I moved to the edge of the bed. I sat with my thighs straddling either side of him and tilted my head back. I loved looking into his eyes as my fingers tugged at the cool button, snapping his jeans open. I slowly undid the zipper, only pulling my gaze from his to look at this cock. He was so unbelievably hard. I tugged his jeans down, taking his briefs with them until his cock sprang free.
Holy shit.My mind ran blank as I stared at his cock. He was thick and long, veins bulging along the shaft. I took in the sight of his balls, the V of his hips, the magnificence ofhim.
Levi was one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen. Certainly the sexiest man I’d ever been with.
Sucking his cock was going to be difficult.
But I liked a challenge.
“If I’m too much?—”
“Don’t even go there,” I interrupted. “You have a damn fine cock.”
I looked up, and the man was blushing.Blushing.
“I’m going to suck you until you’re begging for more,” I promised. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but words died as I closed my hand around him, guiding the tip to my mouth. The salty taste of precum hit my tongue and my own body responded.
Feeling the weight of his cock in my mouth as I took him deeper turned me on in a primal way.
Levi’s groan was music to my ears. His breath hitched as I took him deeper, all the way until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I closed my hand around the base of his shaft, stroking him slowly as I found a rhythm that had his hips bucking with need.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Mateo.”
Oh yeah. Hearing him rasp my name like that? Every nerve in my body lit up with lust.
I pulled my mouth off his cock right as his movements became hurried. He blew out a breath as I closed my hand firmly around his cock, his gaze locking with mine.
