Rebound (Seattle Steelheads #1)(89)

“It is.” I slowly slid my cock back and forth between his ass cheeks. “And really hot. Especially from here.”

“Mmm, yeah?”

“Uh-huh. The view is…” I trailed off because my brain was short-circuiting from watching myself ride him like this. There were moments when I forgot he was the Asher Crowe. Then there were moments like this, when I was so mesmerized by the sight of my cock sliding between two sculpted, muscular ass cheeks that it was impossible to forget that this man was a hockey star. No one had an ass like a hockey player, and dear God, I could stare at this all night. Assuming I didn’t come first, and that was rapidly becoming a possibility.

I leaned down and kissed the side of his neck. From here, I couldn’t see much, but I had his hot skin against mine, so I had nothing to complain about.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he purred.

“Does it?”

The response was a low, throaty sound that was definitely affirmative.

I grinned and kissed his neck again. This was one of my favorite positions, whether I was on top or bottom, and I loved that he was as into it as I was. I shifted a little to angle my thrusts for the best friction between his cock and the sheet beneath him, and when he whispered, “Oh fuck…” I knew I’d hit the sweet spot.

“Like that?”

Asher whimpered. “Swear to… You’re gonna get me off like this.”

I nipped the side of his neck. “That’s the idea.”

He groaned again, rocking his hips with mine. Whether it was for my benefit or his own, I had no idea, but I loved it, and from the way he gasped, so did he. Jesus—the view, the sounds he made, the way he was so obviously getting off on this? I couldn’t take anymore.

“God, I’m gonna come,” I moaned.

Asher arched a little, clenching his glutes around my dick, and I gasped. I thrust hard and fast, and then…

“Fuck!” Cum landed on one of his tattoos and in the grooves between muscles. I shuddered, arms threatening to drop out from under me, and when my vision cleared—oh my God, there was something so indescribably hot about the sight of him wearing my cum.

The only thing hotter would be making him come, and I was absolutely going to do that.

I grabbed a tissue and wiped off the semen, then gave his hip a little nudge. “Get on your back.”

Asher rolled over. I didn’t waste any time—before his back had even landed on the mattress, I went down on his fully hard cock. The lube was vaguely bitter, but that taste didn’t last more than a couple of seconds. I stroked him with one hand and pulled out all the stops with my mouth—licking, fluttering, flicking, deep-throating. Anything that made him swear and tremble was fair game.

He egged me on with soft gasps and slurred moans of, “Yeah, like that,” and, “Fuck, baby,” and his hips jerked subtly as if he were trying to—but also trying not to—fuck my mouth.

“Oh God, Geoff…” He was deliciously out of breath, every muscle in his body cable tight as he inched closer and closer to the edge. “God, yeah. Keep… Keep doing…” He inhaled sharply in the same instant his cock thickened against my tongue, and he didn’t even have to warn me, but he did anyway: “I’m…coming.”

Yeah, he was. Hard, and a lot, and I groaned as I kept pumping him and he kept coming, and I didn’t stop until he gently nudged my forehead to let me know he’d had enough. As soon as I stopped, he collapsed back on the bed, shaking and out of breath, looking beautifully wrecked.

I came up beside him and rolled on to my back “Come here.”

Moving sluggishly, Asher turned on his side. He rested his head on my shoulder, and I stroked his hair as we just lay there in silence while he caught his breath. Goddamn, it felt good to have him next to me again. I swore that was even better than the orgasm I’d just had—simply being beside Asher.

I can’t believe how close I came to losing you for good.

I smoothed his tousled hair. “I’m sorry I freaked out over everything. It was never because I didn’t want to be with you, though.”

“I know.” Asher pushed himself up on his elbow and met my gaze. “I never thought it was.” His expression fell a little. Avoiding my gaze, he chewed his lip.

I ran the backs of my fingers up his arm. “What’s on your mind?”

“I…” He exhaled, then looked in my eyes. “I was just thinking about everything we talked about with money. When you didn’t want me buying stuff for your kids. That kind of thing.”

I nodded slowly.

“If we’re…” Asher hesitated, eyes flicking away again. “I mean, I get it. Why money is an issue. After all the shit you went through with your ex, I totally get it.” With what seemed like some effort, he looked at me through his lashes. “But what happens if we decide to do this as a long-term thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, if we’re together… Like if we decide to live together or, I don’t know, whatever. If things are serious.” His brow pinched. “How do we handle that? With money?”

That was a good question. Sighing, I watched my hand sliding up and down his arm. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

“I won’t offer anything in front of your kids, though,” he said quickly. “I promise. Anything we discuss when it comes to money stays between us behind closed doors.” He laced his fingers between mine and held my gaze. “But if there is something they need, and I can help, I mean, we’re together, right? We’re supposed to help each other with things. I’d be kind of a dick if you or your kids needed something I could afford, and I just sat back like, ‘Well, sucks to be you, bro.’”