Scoring With Him Page 14

  It’s embarrassing how much my stomach flips. “Yeah?”

  “Read my message when you get to your room.”

  Like I’d do anything but pounce on my cell. “Give me the SparkNotes.”

  Declan looks like he wants to drag me into his room right this second, slam me against the wall, and punish my mouth for that request. “It says I have no regrets. But I want to make sure you don’t either?”

  Scoffing, I stare at him. “Do you seriously think anything changed for me?”

  He lets out a breath. It sounds like the biggest relief in the world. “No. Were you waiting for me to say the word?”

  No point pretending otherwise now. “Honestly?”

  “Yes. Honestly.”

  “I kinda felt the ball was in your court, Deck,” I admit. The truth has gotten me this far, and it sounds like we’re going farther. I keep my foot on the pedal. “You know I’m all in. So now the question is—your room or mine?”

  A sexy rumble falls from his lips. “I’ll come to you.”

  And on me, I hope.

  As the elevator doors open, I give him my room number. “I want to rinse the chlorine off me. Give me ten.”

  “Leave your door ajar so I can get in quickly.”

  “Will do.”

  I head down the hall. The second my door shuts, I dive onto my phone, turn the notifications on, and read his message.

  I feel like I’ve won the sex lottery.

  I punch the air, strip out of my board shorts, and hit the shower.

  Ten minutes later, dressed only in a pair of basketball shorts, I open the door a crack, using the lock to leave it open.

  When the door creaks after a few seconds, my lungs burn with anticipation.

  Declan steps inside, flips the lock the other way, and kicks the door shut.

  Excitement burns in me like jet fuel as I watch his every move from a few feet away. I lean against the wall, ready to fly into the stratosphere.

  I’m ready for anything.

  In no time, he strips off his T-shirt and kicks off his flip-flops. His dark eyes travel down my chest, my crotch, my legs, then back up to my face as he flares his nostrils and stalks over to me. “We should talk. Set ground rules. But I need a minute with my hands on you, rookie.”

  “That sounds like the start of a great conversation,” I tease.

  “Yeah, let me say this first.” He runs his hands down my chest, over my abs, his thumbs sliding along the grooves. My whole body shakes.

  Declan leans in and brings his face close to mine, and my breath catches. I groan, ridiculously loud.

  His eyes turn savage, then he drops his lips to my jawline and kisses along it, under it, down my neck. It’s mind boggling. I’m crackling everywhere as he licks my Adam’s apple then kisses up to my chin, where he stops, loops a hand through my hair, and clasps the back of my head. “You are so damn irresistible.”

  “Don’t resist me.” My voice barely sounds like my own, yet it’s the truest statement I’ve ever breathed.

  His eyes lock with mine; his irises contain a thousand dirty wishes. “And I am going to make you feel so fucking good. I’m going to do things to you that blow your mind. I’m going to make your toes curl, your knees weak, and your dick weep with pleasure.”

  His filthy, beautiful promise electrifies me. But what if I can’t do the same to him? What if I’m no good?

  But I’ve come this far. I’m not going to back down. Not from the act, or from the words.

  “I want to make you feel good too,” I say, letting him see beyond my bravado. Stripping bare. “I want you to teach me how to make you feel good.”

  “I will.” Declan’s eyes darken, glimmering with heat. “But know this—you already do.” He slides his hand along my right arm, traveling over my muscles, down to my hand. He brings my palm to his crotch, then presses it against the hard ridge of his erection.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I gasp as I feel how hard he is. How big he is.

  “You feel that?”

  My throat is dry. All I can do is nod and gasp out a husk of a yes.

  He crowds me, stepping closer. “You make me so fucking hard. You turn me on so much. You already make it so good for me,” Declan says as he licks a path up to my ear, biting the earlobe while I fondle his cock, his length pushing through the thin fabric of his shorts.

  I want more.

  I want skin.

  What’s the point of clothes anyway? They’re all coming off soon.

  I have no idea what we’re doing tonight. I have no clue if we’re going all the way or some of the way. But I know this much: I want my mouth on Declan.

  I push both hands into the waistband of his basketball shorts, shove them down and let them fall to the floor. Then I stare at his erection, thick and hard and pulsing. A vein throbs in the middle of his cock. The head is engorged, like a dirty invitation for my lips.

  My mouth isn’t dry; it’s watering. I grasp him, gripping his hard-on, feeling that hot, smooth skin, and the virile strength underneath.

  Everything about having Declan in my hand is intoxicating. It fries all my senses. It sends my system into overdrive.

  Growls tumble from his lips with each stroke of my hand on his shaft. I give a few tight pumps then I drop to my knees. But right before I put my mouth on him, he ropes a hand through my hair and stops me. “I’m giving you one minute.”

  “Why?”

  “Because,” he says, gripping my hair nice and tight, then sharing his plans for us. What he wants to do next.

  Something I’ve never done.

  Something I want desperately to do.

  I shudder everywhere, and my dick leaks.

  “Have you done that yet?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Do you want to?”

  “Hell yes.”

  The images he evokes are so arousing. Because they’re a promise. A roadmap. A blueprint of what I’m sure is going to be one of the best nights of my life, ever.

  And it starts with me taking Declan Steele into my mouth. With wrapping my lips around his pulsing length and tasting him for the first time, salty and musky and everything I’ve imagined and more.

  I draw the head of his cock into my mouth with a groan.

  “Yessssss,” he rumbles.

  I let go to lick a stripe down the underside, cupping his balls, then sweeping hot, wet kisses all over his shaft till I’m out of my mind with lust. Till he is too, judging from his moans. With a fist wrapped tight around the base, I bring him back into my mouth, and I don’t take it easy.

  I take it all, dragging him to the back of my throat in one long, hot haul.

  “Your mouth,” he grunts as his hands curl tight around my skull. “Your irresistible mouth. Want to fuck your lips, rookie. Shoot into your throat,” he says, and my dick throbs, hard and heavy between my legs.

  I suck harder, hoovering him deeper as he unveils filthy promise after promise.

  “But not yet. Know why?”

  I shake my head and flick my tongue along the length of him.

  “Because I need you naked and under me. Naked and over me. Because I need this insane body against mine,” he says as he pumps, thrusting his hips mercilessly into my mouth.

  My head is a hazy blur, and my nerves spark and crackle.

  I loop a hand around to his ass, grabbing a muscular cheek, slamming him harder into my throat.

  His growls and grunts are everything I’ve wanted, and we’ve only just begun.

  Then Declan stops, curses, and drags his cock from my mouth.

  I rise, feeling heady and powerful and a little crazy.

  Feeling like a whole new part of my life is starting tonight.

  20

  Declan

  I literally have to pry myself away from Grant.

  He’s too sexy.

  “I need some space, or I will throw you on the bed and fuck you right now,” I say, grabbing my shorts and yanking them back on.


  “That doesn’t really make me want to give you space. Just saying.” Grant’s all deadpan as he sasses me.

  I toss him a look and head to the chair a few feet from the bed. I half want to sit next to him because I want my hands all over him, but I also think a buffer is a good idea while we lay down the law.

  He goes to the mattress. Sits on the edge. Gestures to it. “This help? Got enough distance from the virgin you want to fuck?”

  A wave of lust crashes through my body. This man and his mouth will be the death of me. He knows how to play me so well. Knows what words turn me on.

  I lift a brow. “Aren’t you funny when you get a little taste of my cock?”

  He shrugs with a smirk. “I wouldn’t say it was little.”

  I laugh then shake my head and shove a hand through my hair, try to reset for a few minutes. “Baseball has rules,” I say, focusing on the important matters. This is like the safe-sex talk. Gotta have it first. “We need them too. We’re teammates, and we’ll still be teammates after we screw,” I say, as matter-of-fact as I can.

  He nods in agreement. “We will.”

  “So, we need to agree. No clinging, no asking for more—none of that shit.” Grant might be one hell of a guy, but that doesn’t change my position on dating.

  Grant scoffs. “Dude, I don’t want a relationship.”

  “Good. I don’t either. Second.” I lift a finger. “No one can know. No one can ever know. This stays between us.” I gesture from him to me.

  He flubs his lips. “Obviously. I’m not about to go into the locker room and boast about us banging. Also, pretty sure no one wants to hear.”

  “Agreed.”

  Grant lifts his chin, humming thoughtfully. “I’ve got one though.”

  “Lay it on me.”

  His blue eyes lock with mine, the intensity in them searing. “When this ends, it ends. We move on. We don’t talk about it. We don’t reference it. We don’t flirt on the diamond, off the diamond, on the bus, on the plane.”

  He draws a line in the sand, one I didn’t expect from a twenty-two-year-old. I admit, a part of me was worried he’d grow attached. It’s good to know we’re cut from the same cloth.

  This line makes all the sense in the world. I need to adhere to it as well, no matter how endearing the man is.

  I’d do well to remember that. To remember I need to resist his big heart, his clever mouth, his wide-open attitude.

  Best to focus on the expiration date, and on the physical. “So, how about this for the rules of engagement? You tell me what’s on your list of things you’d like to try, and when we check them all off, we’re officially done, and we move on?”

  He lists the things he wants to try, and even though my chest heats and my skin sizzles, I keep my cool.

  “You good with those?” he asks.

  “I’m very good with all that,” I say in the understatement of my lifetime.

  I am not only good with his list, I am infinitely aroused by it. By the specificity. By the details. And most of all by the fact that we’re going to work our way, one by one, through his filthy wishes.

  “Just so I’m clear—you’ve done hand jobs and blow jobs. Anything more?”

  His face is stoic at first. He swallows. Shakes his head. “No. At least not with another person. I’ve played with butt plugs on myself.”

  “And you liked that?”

  “I did.”

  “Mmm,” I say, wildly turned on as I picture his dirty list. “So, everything on your list is new to you?”

  “It’s all new,” he says, chin up, eyes glimmering with lust. “And when we reach the end, we’re done.”

  “When the lessons are over, they’re over,” I reiterate, though at the moment I’m not thinking about endings. I’m thinking about beginnings, and coming together, and coming on each other, and in each other, and holy hell, it’s time to turn the oven off.

  I am roasted.

  Grant breathes a sigh of relief, clearly glad I’m onboard.

  I am, all the way, but there’s one last thing. “I’ve got one more request, but it’s not quite a ground rule. More like a wish.”

  “Hit me.”

  I run my hands along my thighs, drawing a deep breath.

  This next one matters a lot. I can’t entirely explain why. I’m not sure myself. But I don’t want to dive into sex tonight. I want the exploration, the discovery—for him, but also so I can experience it through his eyes, through his touch. “We take our time over the next few nights. Work our way up to sex. Get to know each other’s bodies. Do the things you’re dying to do.”

  A wicked grin curves his lips. “I get it. You want to drive me crazy.”

  I laugh. “Pretty sure you do that to me too, rookie.”

  “So, we’ve got a deal?”

  “We’ve got a sex deal,” I say, and that’s enough space and talk. I rise, cross to the bed, park my hands on the mattress, and dip my face to his, running my nose along his neck, inhaling that barbershop smell.

  Grant shudders as the tip of my nose slides over his skin. “I want to get to know your body now,” I murmur. “To touch you. Please you. And I want you to do the same to me.”

  “Oh fuck,” he groans, his hands flying to my hips.

  I grin like a cocky bastard. He’s so damn frisky and his eagerness is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I sweep my lips along his neck. “All day long, I’ve thought about you. I can’t stop thinking about what you told me.”

  Grant’s fingers curl nice and tight around my hips, digging in. “That I’m a virgin?” He seems to enjoy saying the word, knowing what it does to me, how it rolls down my spine like Christmas lights flickering on, foot by foot, row by row, till I am all lit up.

  “It’s driving me wild,” I murmur, running my lips down his neck. I brush them up to his ear, nip on the lobe. Then I pull back, meeting his hooded gaze. He sits straighter, his chest close to mine, heat simmering between our bodies. His eyes shine with lust.

  “I want it to be so fucking good for you. I want you to have the first time I never did,” I tell Grant.

  “So, you’re a gay sex revisionist?”

  I laugh. “Maybe I am. But mostly I want to watch your face as you experience the greatest pleasure ever,” I say, dragging my hand down his chest. He trembles as I go. “You’re going to love it so much. Sex is fucking spectacular.”

  “How good?” he asks in a heady whisper.

  “Nothing on heaven or earth is better. And I want to be the first man to fuck you, and I need to be the first man you fuck.”

  Grant lets out a long, staggered breath. “I can barely keep up with you. I’m having an out-of-body experience from the way you talk to me.”

  “Then you’re really going to like what we do next.”

  21

  Declan

  Our clothes vanish in a heartbeat, and I am on him.

  I climb on top of Grant, straddling him and dropping my mouth to his for a hot, searing kiss.

  My cock bumps against his stomach. Valiant fucker wants to get right next to his shaft. But I hold off, waiting, teasing, so I can kiss him some more. Work him up.

  Work him over.

  His dick pokes me in the thigh, jerking against me. A slick of pre-come slides over my skin, and I love it. I love how aroused he is, how turned on I am, but I keep my body above him. A little space creates a lot of want.

  I want him writhing for me.

  I suck on his lower lip, eliciting a throaty rumble from the man, a shudder of his shoulders. Flicking my tongue across his top lip, he thrusts up under me, seeking contact. Begging for touch.

  I don’t give in. Instead, I devour his mouth, my tongue tangling with his in a battle for dominance as his hands explore my chest. His palms curl over my pecs, slide down to my abs, trace the outline of my stomach.

  Each touch makes my skin light up.

  His fingers dance lower on a hunt for my shaft again, but just as he gets close enough, I sl
ide down his body.

  Drop my face to his chest.

  Plant a soft, tantalizing kiss on his pec.

  Grant groans, twisting under me.

  “Mmm. Need to do this again,” I say. I tug on his nipple piercing and his hips shoot up.

  “God,” he grunts, sounding lost, utterly lost.

  I smile against his chest. “I’m learning things about you, rookie.” Another lick, another flick.

  “Yeah? Like what?”

  I raise my face. “I think you like nipple play,” I say with a dirty grin.

  “I think you’re right,” he rasps out.

  “But do you like this . . .?”

  I make my way down his body, sweeping slow, lingering kisses on the ladder of his abs, the dip of his V, then along his pubic hair, dragging my nose through the wiry, dark blond hair, indulging in a long, deep inhale till I’m dangerously close to the cock that I want to suck.

  My whole body thunders with want.

  My lips ache to draw him in deep.

  “Suck it, please,” he moans, pushing on my shoulders.

  I want to give in, but I’m dying to give him something he’s never had, and I won’t deviate from the plan. “Uh-uh. Not yet. We made a deal.”

  “Does the deal involve you torturing me?”

  I kiss his hip, getting drunk on the taste of his skin, that showered, soapy scent that makes me crazy. “Do you dislike my brand of torture, rookie?”

  I punctuate my question with a brush of my tongue across his abs, then down to his pubic bone, so my jaw bumps against his hard cock.

  “You. Are. Killing. Me,” he growls.

  I laugh lightly against him, then give in for a second, kissing the tip of his dick. Just the tip. That’s all. But the salty taste of his arousal is a jolt to my senses.

  A hit of the best stuff.

  It invigorates me, trips all my switches. I am a slot machine hitting the jackpot, clanging and flashing.

  I kick the tease-him plan to the curb and cover his body with mine, our cocks lining up like horny soldiers falling into formation.

  “Ohhhhh,” he rasps, his lips parted, his breath coming in harsh stutters.

  His hands fly around me, grabbing my ass, tugging me closer. He grinds up against my dick, his sliding right next to mine, the friction making my balls sizzle.