Page 94 of Scoring Chance

He leans in close. “I can’t wait to get fucked by you.”

A sexy, sinister smile slashes on his lips. Good boy gone bad. Cursing sounds hot coming from him.

The elevator dings. The doors fly open. We walk like gentlemen to my apartment, but halfway there, I lose all social graces.

I run to my door. Grab my keys. Fiddle with the lock that can be stubborn. I’m two seconds away from breaking the door down before imagining the bill I’d get from maintenance. The lock clicks into place. I throw the door open.

“Come over here.” I sound like a fucking caveman, but how dare Tanner take his sweet time. I pick him up, throw him over my shoulder, and rumble into my apartment. After kicking the door shut, I march us directly to my bedroom where I throw him down onto my bed. The comforter and sheets billow out from under him.

He stares at me, pupils blown wide, cock outlined in his old pair of jeans. I stare back transfixed. There’s this unspoken thought that simmers between us.

This is happening.

I’m about to have sex with my best friend. For the first time, I’m about to have sex with someone I truly love.

My horny devil brain calms down. I don’t want to ravage Tanner as quickly as possible. I want to savor this. Every moment. Every inch of him.

I lower myself on top of him. I breathe in his manly scent through his shirt, drift up his neck where his stubble tickles my nose, until our mouths meet in a union of sweetness and heat. I’m still ravenous for him, but steadier, taking in the taste of hot tongue, the roughness of his lips. I comb a hand through his hair, letting each strand dance through my fingers.

Tanner is mine. And I am his.

I rut against him as we make out, feeling his thickness press into my leg.

“You feel so good,” I moan against his lips.

“Am I getting the standard Des treatment?”

“Premium package, baby. Reserved for our most valuable customers.” I take his hand and hold it against my premium package.

“I could lay here kissing you all day.”

The sound of our lips smacking together fills the space.

“I could spend all day in this bed with you, Tan.” Too bad there’s work and school pickups and kids who insist on receiving dinner. “But time is of the essence.”

I push my hands under his shirt, flick my thumbs over his nipples, savoring this glorious chest. He groans against my mouth desperate for relief.

I lower my mouth and slick my tongue over his left nipple. He tenses and shudders as he whispers, “Yes.”

“You don’t have to whisper,” I tell him. We aren’t at home with kids sleeping down the hall. “Be loud. Be proud.”

Tanner abides, unleashing a bellowing moan as I go from one nipple to the other, teasing and playfully biting.

“Need you, Des.”

I pin his arms over his head and meet him for a hot kiss, our tongues lapping over each other like two dogs roughhousing.

He breaks free from my grip and yanks my dress shirt from my pants.

“All these freaking buttons,” Tanner says as he begins undoing them.

“I did not dress for a quickie,” I laugh.

Eventually, Tanner gets through all of them, but instead of taking my shirt off, he reaches around and grabs my ass with both hands, squeezing each cheek like they’re therapy stress balls. His finger drifts down my crack, sending shudders of heat rippling through me.

“I love watching this ass on the ice.” Tanner smiles against my lips.

“You’re supposed to be focused on the game.”