Page 35 of Skating to Him

His gaze dropped to the bulge in my shorts, and he covered his groin with his hand. “Shit, nowyou’returningmeon.”

A chuckle sprang from my throat. “We’ve got to stop this. Everyone’s going to know.” Holding out for each other the last week had apparently made us both horny as hell for each other. “Can’t wait for our study date.”

His jaw dropped as his knees buckled and straightened. “Stop it. Fucking hell. Think about hockey, pucks, blue-line drills, anything but what’s going to happen later.”

“What’s—”

Slapping his hand over my mouth, his wide-eyed gaze locked on mine. “Nothing. Don’t think about it, don’t talk about it. Nothing. Okay? Hockey. We’re here for hockey.” He ticked his brows at me.

I nodded, and he released my mouth. “Hockey…” Hockey, hockey, hockey. I turned my head.

Ace and Myles stood beside the bench, arms crossed over their chests, eyeing us.

Fucking hell, did they know? Taking a deep breath, I forcedmyself to focus. “Load me up, Cummings.” I turned my gaze on Ace. “Get back to it, Ace.” I had to work off this tension.

Ace barked out a laugh and saluted me. “Yes, sir.”

Later that night,I waited for Tyler to come over. We’d been texting most of the day and decided to order pizza once he got here. I paced across my main room, my gaze fixed on the walkway through the courtyard. I’d had an interesting afternoon of browsing more gay porn, and I was wound up tight. There were so many things we could do with two dicks. I’d had no idea.

I bit my thumbnail, turned, and walked the other way. Would Tyler want to study first or fool around? I might die of having no blood in my brain if he wanted to study.

Tyler strolled past the pool and under the trees.

Shit, he was almost here. I hopped on my toes, hauled ass to my door, and flung it open. My greedy gaze took in every inch of him, from his perfect dirty-blond hair, over his sculpted body under his team shirt and joggers to his sneakers. “Hey.” Could I maul him?

“Hey.” With his brown eyes twinkling and a wide grin, he stepped past me. “You look nice.” He set his backpack on the dinette.

I was wearing pretty much the same shit he was. “Oh, thanks.” I closed the door. When could I kiss him? Wasn’t a hello kiss appropriate right now? I stepped up behind him.

He turned and snatched the back of my hair. “Fuck, been wanting this all day.” He yanked my hair, crashing my mouth to his, and smothered me in a heated kiss, his tongue diving between my lips and gliding across mine. As a deep moan rumbled out of him, he pushed me to the wall.

As my back hit, his hard cock thrust against mine. I slapped my hand over his ass and rutted against him. A shockwave ofpleasure rocketed through my body. Here we were, going at it again. I didn’t want to come in my fucking briefs this time.

His mouth and teeth licked and bit at my lips, my chin, and down my neck while his hand snuck between us and teased my nipple as he relentlessly rocked his hips against me.

With a groan, I chased the friction of our hot dicks pressed together and slanted my head, giving him more of my neck. A shiver of sensation threaded from my nipple to my dick. He was going to make me come in my damn underwear again if we kept this up.

He sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin of my neck. “I fucking want you, Rowan.”

“Take me, but don’t make me come in my joggers.” I panted, pulling my hips back from the friction and pressure. I was close, so close.

Sucking my earlobe and then biting it, he shoved his joggers and briefs to his thighs and did the same to mine.

As the bare skin of our solid dicks collided, my eyes rolled back, and I bit my lip. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

He left me for a second to spit in his hand and shove it between us, grabbing both our cocks and pumping them while thrusting. “Jesus fucking Christ, you feel good.” He gasped and stroked.

Sparks lit up behind my eyes and my toes curled. I was a goner. My knees buckled as sensation surged to the raw edge. “Gonna come. Fuck, coming.” As my cock pulsed in his hand, my release shuddered through me, drawing my balls up and painting our chests with my cum.

He held me up against the wall. “Just need a second, baby. Fucking hell.” He pressed his forehead to my shoulder and looked down as if watching my body come undone. “Oh shit. Coming.” He quickened his pace over our firm cocks and his face scrunched up. “Fuck…” His cum spurted between us, landing on our shirts and mixing with mine.

As it slowed, he slumped against me, breathing hard. “Oh my God. What are you doing to me?” He chuckled.

I threaded my fingers in his hair and kissed his head. “Whatever it is, I like it, and I’m going to keep doing it.” Intense was the only word I could use for it. I’d never experienced anything like this.

“Then I’m not responsible for the things I’m going to do to you.” With a coy smile, he lifted his head, his gaze searching my face. Cupping my cheek, he pressed a lingering kiss on my lips. “I take it you were okay with what we did?”

“Hell yeah.” I looked deeply into his brown eyes, his pupils returning to normal. “I’m finding being with a guy is more of a turn-on than when I was with women.” Did it make me gay? Or was I still bisexual?

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