Page 122 of Rookie Attraction

“What about you?” I murmur. “Did you enjoy it? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me. The total opposite.” He squeezes me. “I had an instinct that you and I would be incredible together, and I was right. You don’t hold back.”

“Not with you.”

We share another kiss, softer this time, and I smile against his lips.

“You know, if sex had a trophy like the Cup, you’d win.”

“Only because we’d win it together.” He winks. “Now, as much as I don’t want to let go of you, there’s jizz drying between us, and my skin’s starting to itch.”

Sel unwraps his arms and I slowly sit up, carefully pulling out of him. My dick, surprisingly, is still half hard. I stare at him, open-mouthed, watching my cum slip out of his hole.

“Seeing my cum on you, knowing it’s inside you… fuck, it’s such a turn on.” I tentatively touch his hole. “I more than like marking you.”

“I more than like being marked by you,” he quips back. “But I feel way too empty.”

“Let me get a few hours’ sleep and I can resolve that.”

Sel’s sudden bark of laughter echoes in the bedroom.

“Not nervous anymore, rookie?”

“Nope. Don’t you know by now that I learn quick?”

I massage his hole in slow circles, and he lets out a throaty purr.

“You like?” I ask.

“Keep going.”

While giving his ass attention, I lean forward until we’re face to face so we can share more kisses. Everything’s hazy, like we’re lying in the grass on a fog-drenched pasture. I’d like nothing better than to stay like this all day, but reality slowly edges in. We’re both aching, sticky, and in need of sleep. Grudgingly, I ease back and slip off the bed.

“Shower?” I offer.

“My third one of the night. Lead the way.”

Sel winces when he sits up, so I offer him my hands and help him stand. Worry hits me when he gingerly takes a few steps, and I immediately lock my hands on his waist.

“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“Yes,” he replies with a crooked grin and steps closer. “You pounded my ass into oblivion, but I asked for it. It’s like a hard game, right? You know there’s going to be aches and bruises, but the payoff is worth it.”

Instant relief floods my body.

I nod. “Hockey players are suckers for punishment.”

“Finn, you can punish my ass any time.”

I chuckle and guide him into the bathroom. Sel turns on the shower while I take a glance at my body in the mirror. I’ve got beard burn, swollen lips, and a goofy smile—I’m completely fucked out. When I turn around and look over my shoulder, there are red marks on my thighs, my ass, even my back, which I bet will turn into bruises. It’s a good thing I don’t have another massage with Cory until game day.

Yeah, right, bruises don’t heal that quick.

Whatever, Cory’s a professional, he won’t care. And seeing his marks on my body is hot as hell. When I turn around, Sel’s in the shower, his hands slicking his hair back, biceps bulging as water sluices down his chest and those V-lines that I need to taste. I can’t believe it, but my cock is getting fully hard again. I think that’s a record for me, and not because I haven’t had sex in years.

It’s Sel.

I open the glass door and step up to him, the rainfall showerhead soaking us both. He grins and reaches for me, claiming my mouth in a kiss that melts what’s left of my brain. When he reaches for the bodywash and starts to lather me up, I shake my head.