“Can we call Coach and be like ‘we just spent two hours on the ice with some kids, so can we not come in so we can have sex instead?’”
“Yes, Coach will love that.”
Dex checks the time on his phone. “We have an hour and a half.”
“Plenty of time to get off, get showered, and drive to Summerlin.”
“Is it enough time for us to do something we haven’t yet?”
I glance over at Dex to find him biting his lip nervously. “What were you wanting to do?”
“Well …” He swallows hard and looks away. “You said you were versatile, didn’t you?”
My foot hits the accelerator so fast we get thrown back in our seats, and I almost rear-end the car in front of me.
“Okay, I’m getting the impression you’d rather die than let me top you. Is that what’s happening here?” Dex smirks.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask to top me forever.”
Dex frowns. “Wait, why do I have to be the one to ask?”
“Because I don’t know if you know this …” I lean in and whisper conspiratorially, “I’ve had sex with men before. You haven’t.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I wanted to take this at your pace. Do what you’re comfortable with. And you always seem to want me inside you, and I will never, ever say no to that.”
Dex throws up his hands. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask because, I dunno … isn’t it … gay etiquette?”
“For the last time, there is no gay etiquette. Do you think we go to a finishing school for gay sex—whoa. There’s a sentence that changes the whole meaning of finishing school.” I shudder.
I finally—finally—turn onto our street, and Dex can’t remember the rules anymore. He goes back to touching me and driving me crazy.
“So we can do it? Do we have time? It takes a while to, you know, like prep.”
“For you, maybe. Trust me, we have more than enough time.” I reach over and pat his cheek.
The second I pull into our designated parking spot under the building and turn the car off, Dex is all over me.
His hands cup my face, his mouth presses against mine, and if there was room for him to climb over and straddle me, I’m sure he’d find it.
“Okay, we have time for sex. We don’t have time to get injured in the car and then sex. Move your sexy ass upstairs now.”
Still, he can’t help himself. All the way through the parking lot to the elevators, his hands don’t stop exploring. I back him up against the side of the elevator, and he grabs my ass in his big palms and squeezes.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he says. “Ooh, do we get to have hot goalie contortion sex?”
“Uh, what?” I’m in too much of a lust-filled daze to understand.
“The guys from the Collective are always joking about how bendy you are because you’re a goalie.”
I snort. “Want me to put my legs behind my head while we fuck?”
Dex’s eyes widen. “You can do that?”
“Yup. Though it’s not as sexy as you’d think. I gave myself a black eye once with a knee to my face. I can do the splits while bouncing on a dick, but I can’t maintain it for long. Also doesn’t feel all that great for me. It’s more for show than anything.”
“I want a show,” Dex complains.
“Mm, maybe when we have the time. Not today.”
“In the essence of saving time, then … We’ve both had our medicals.” He lets the implication hang in the air.
“You want to go bare?”
“I don’t want anything between us,” he rasps.
I go weak in the knees.
The thought of Dex rumbling that in my ear has been a mere fantasy, and now I’m getting my wish.
The elevator opens, and I struggle with my keys to the apartment because anticipation thrums through me like adrenaline on game night.
Once inside, clothes start coming off. Shoes first, socks—all the while, I stay attached to Dex’s lips.
It’s the kind of frantic need that could really do with a hard and fast orgasm from a hand or mouth, but I’ve wanted this moment for so long, I’m not going to give in to my desperation.
We get naked, but before Dex can get on the bed, I guide him toward the single armchair next to my bookshelf. I grip his shoulder and push him down.
“As much as I’d love to have sex on this chair, I don’t think it will hold both of us.” His mouth is right next to my hard cock, his breath hitting my skin with every word.
“We’re not fucking on the chair.” I grip my shaft and move the tip over his lips.
Dex hums and opens his mouth to let me in, but I force myself to step back.
“We’re not doing that either.”
“Then why am I sitting over here?”