Rebound (Seattle Steelheads #1)(38)

“It isn’t?”

“No. Nothing is.” His eyes were still full of skepticism, so I softly added, “When I said anything you want, that includes not doing anything you don’t want.”

The tension slowly melting out of his forehead and shoulders was heartbreaking. I knew all too well what it was like to feel strong-armed into things in the bedroom. How hard it was to try to put up boundaries when someone seemed bound and determined to test, break, and bulldoze every last one of them. And given everything he’d been through…

“I promise,” I said, “nothing is a deal-breaker. I love anal, but if you’re not enjoying it, then it’s the last thing I want to do.”

He searched my eyes, his expression still full of disbelief.

I smiled. “Did I give you any reason to believe I wasn’t satisfied the first time?”

Asher shook his head. “But we couldn’t fuck then. We didn’t have condoms.”

“And?” I shrugged. “I promise I didn’t walk away thinking, ‘Damn, that would have been even better if I could have fucked him.’”

“Oh.” He swallowed. “I just…don’t want you getting bored.”

I grinned, smoothing his hair. “We could stop at kissing, and I still wouldn’t get bored.”

The creases in his forehead screamed renewed skepticism.

So I leaned in and kissed him again, and I let that kiss linger for a long, languid moment. I slid my tongue alongside his, drawing a throaty moan out of him, and we didn’t stop until we were both breathing hard. Looking in his eyes, I whispered, “You don’t think that could entertain me for an entire night?”

“I…” He was out of breath too, just the way I wanted him. “It… Really?”

“There’s plenty we can do.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “Anal’s off the table. You obviously like oral, though, right?”

“Mmph.” He shivered, rubbing his clothed cock against me. “Yeah I do.”

I grinned into a kiss. “Pretty sure that gives us plenty to work with.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. As long as oral is fair game, we’ll do just fine.” I started down his neck because I couldn’t resist the way he squirmed when I did that. “I’ll jack you off, blow you, come between your thighs—anything.”

“Between my thighs?”

“Oh yeah.” I paused to kiss beneath his jaw. “Never done that?”

“No.” His hands ran up my back. “Game to try it, though.”

“Good to know. We’ll get there. But first we really should finish getting naked.”

He laughed, glancing down as if he hadn’t realized we were still partly dressed. “Yeah, we should.”

We shed the rest of our clothes and climbed into his enormous bed. With the sheet up over us, we tangled together and kissed, long and indulgent, while our hands roamed each other’s naked skin. Every time one of us moved, our cocks rubbed against the other’s hip or thigh, and every time, the friction made my head spin a little faster. I pressed in with my fingers. Kissed him harder. Needed him more. Asher must have been on the same page, if his tight grip on my shoulders and deep, hungry kisses were anything to go by.

He broke the kiss, and he was breathless as he murmured, “So how does that work? Between the thighs?”

I swore my cock got even harder just thinking him taking me up on the idea. “You lie on your side or on your stomach. I fuck between your thighs. Or vice versa.” I shrugged as if I wasn’t painfully turned on. “Pretty straightforward.”

Interest gleamed in his eyes. “Sounds kind of hot.”

“It is. Doesn’t do as much for the guy on the bottom, but for the top?” I bit my lip and moaned. “It’s awesome.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” I dragged my hand up his side. “And I can always reach around and make sure you’re getting off too.”

It was Asher’s turn to bite his lip as a shiver ran up his spine. “I’ve never done it. Can we…?” His eyebrows rose.

“Fuck yes.” I kissed him lightly. “Turn over.”

We shifted around so we were on our sides, and I molded myself to his back. God, I loved the way his hot skin felt against mine, and I couldn’t resist sliding a hand over his perfect ass just for the hell of it. Hockey players always had spectacular asses, and Asher? Fuck.

I wasn’t just here to admire his gorgeous butt, though, so I picked up the lube and smoothed some on to my cock. Then I guided myself between us, and murmured, “Keep your thighs together.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything.

I held on to his hip and kissed the side of his neck as I started rocking my own hips, sliding between his muscular thighs. Once I’d found a good rhythm, I reached around and closed my slick fingers around his cock, and Asher gasped. He squeezed his legs together, and I groaned into the side of his neck. I’d done this before, but never with a damn hockey player. Years of skating meant he was strong as fuck from the waist down, and pushing my dick between solid, powerful muscles was dizzying. “Jesus, Asher…”

He moaned, rocking his hips with mine.

“This okay?” I breathed in his ear.