Page 63 of Play Maker

Those deep, dark blues were dangerous, and my chest tightened.

“After a hockey game, a fight, and two orgasms, I have no brain cells or energy left. The least you could do is help me shower and offer me food,” he grumbled. “I’m fucking starving.”

I was shocked and amused and couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. Typical hockey jock.

“I’m in the same boat,” I returned. “Who’s going to help me shower? Or feed me?”

He raised one blond eyebrow.

“Okay, sure, well…I…I just—” God, I was fumbling over my words. “I wasn’t expecting you to want that.”

Like, at all. Most of my hookups were quite happy to leave once we were both satisfied. I made it clear I didn’t do repeats, and I never had any desire for post-sex snuggling, eating, orsharing a shower. And given that Axel didn’t fuck around with guys, I figured he’d be all too eager to forget this ever happened. Instead, he didn’t let go, his massive arms wrapped around me like a python. And even more strange, I didn’t have any desire to move away.

“I didn’t expect to want it either.”

His quiet admission gave me goosebumps and left me momentarily speechless.

He kissed me again. A long, slow kiss that made me feel like I’d been drugged. Why did he have to be so damn good at that?

“Did you hit your head while we were frotting?” I teased when he finally let me come up for air.

His body stiffened. “If you want me to go, I’ll go.”

I shook my head.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then feed me.”

He swatted my ass. Hard.

“Save the rough stuff for another day,” I quipped.

“I barely survived this one.”

He squeezed my ass cheeks.

“If you don’t let go, I can’t reach for my phone,” I suggested. “No phone, no food delivery.”

Axel’s stomach rumbled loudly. I was about to make a snarky comment when he gave me a quelling look. Ignoring my urge to poke the beast, I gently pulled back and winced as we separated. Drying cum and body hair wasn’t a great match. I regularly shaved off my pubes and chest hair, but I’d been too busy lately to manscape.

“Are we going to talk about it?” I asked, boldly meeting his gaze.

“Talk about what? You swallowing my load? Me being bi? Center line? Preston?” Axel replied. “I need food first. I’m too hungry to think, never mind talk about all of that.”

Axel shook his head as he stood up to his full height, and fuck, what a gorgeous view. I noticed a few scars and I wondered how he got them. They looked like old hockey injuries. Then there were the dark bruises from our game, and the marks I’d left. My eyes traveled lower, to his taut v-lines, all leading to that gorgeous cock and heavy balls. And those thick thighs? Fuck, I wanted them wrapped around my head while he sat on my face and I ate his ass.

“Fuck, Jace, the things that come out of your mouth.”

Despite Axel’s claims of hunger and sex exhaustion, his cock grew stiff, and he quickly gripped the base. His recovery period was impressive.

“What?” I asked, completely distracted, and probably drooling. “Did I say that out loud?”

He quickly nodded.

“And? You don’t want me to eat your ass?” I stared at him.

“Jesus, don’t say that. I’m gonna pass out if I come again,” Axel replied as he stroked his hardening cock. “Fuck it. I don’t care. It’s worth it.”

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