Page 59 of Skating to Him

He groaned and tipped his head back. “Yeah, hell yeah.” Rocking his hips, he fucked my mouth, and his cock pulsed against my tongue, dribbling precum.

Twisting my hand around the root, I fondled his balls and pulled as they tightened, my own solid dick aching and leaking into my underwear. As I quickened my pace, I looked up at him. I wanted to see him come undone.

His face tensed and he bit his lower lip, his thighs trembling. “You’re so fucking good at this. Not going to last.”

I hummed over his dick as saliva dribbled from my mouth down his balls, shoving his cock to the back of my throat. He was going to see stars, and I’d be sure of it.

He yanked on my hair. “Coming, oh fuck, coming hard.” He whimpered and moaned.

As his dick swelled farther still, I stayed on him. Hot cum spurted to the back of my throat, and I swallowed it all down, my own cock pulsing and aching in my briefs. As it slowed, Irose and pushed him toward the bed, slipping my hand inside my underwear and stroking my sensitive cock. I was getting off now too. I couldn’t wait.

He plopped on the bed, still in a daze, and his gaze found mine.

“Can I come on you?” My chest heaved, and my hand worked furiously over my dick. Pleasure crested and ebbed inside me as I straddled his knees.

“Yes, fuck yeah. Do it.” Leaning back on straight arms, he pushed his chest out.

“Oh shit.” As my orgasm roared to the surface, I clenched my jaw. Sensation rushed from my cock to my curling toes and sparked behind my eyes. “Coming….” I rasped as ropes of cum sprayed over his chest and washboard abs.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it.” He ducked his head and threw his tongue out, taking some into his mouth.

As it calmed, I gave my waning cock a few slow tugs and softly chuckled. “Holy hell, that was building for a while, huh?” I stepped to the desk behind me and pulled a few tissues out of it, then handed him some.

“That was fucking hot.” He wiped my cum from his chest and abs. “The things you can do with guys…it still amazes me.”

“I don’t even know what you do with girls.” I cleaned up my hand and dick and threw the tissues into the trash bin under the desk, then sat next to him. Yeah, I was a gold star gay. I slipped my underwear over my spent cock.

He peered at me. “You’ve never been with a girl? Like ever?” He narrowed his eyes further. “Like, never even kissed one?” He tucked his dick into his underwear.

“Nope. Well, I’ve never kissed one in more than a friendly way.” I looked him over, the muscles on his chest, his powerful thighs. He was looking as fit as ever for not hitting the gym or the ice for a week.

“Wow. I can’t imagine.” He stretched his leg out and rubbed his knee through the bandage. “I’ve had a girlfriend or two. Notfor very long, mind you. It’s not like relationships were ever my focus. Hockey always came first.”

“Yeah, same.” I crawled onto the floor. “Let me take a look at your knee.” I unwound the bandage and pressed on the inside of the joint. “The swelling is almost gone.” Every time we’d been together this week, I’d made sure he was icing. It looked like it had paid off.

“Yeah, it feels pretty good.” He cupped my cheek. “You took good care of me this week.” Bending over, he pressed a lingering kiss on my lips. “It’s going to kill me not to be out there with you tonight. But I know you’ll do me proud.”

I grinned up at him. “I’ll do my best.” I was determined to get theWfor him.

At the game,we were well into the second period and neither team had scored. I sat on the bench, chewing my mouthpiece, between Mackenzie and Burns. Being injured, Mackenzie had his jersey and helmet on but none of his other gear.

Denver’s forwards raced down the ice toward Ace, passing the puck between them.

Cummings rammed their center, snatched the puck from him, and took off toward center ice and the Denver goal.

Leaning forward, I held my stick up. “Go, Cummings. Get those fuckers!”

Neuman, our center, positioned himself by Denver’s crease.

Shooting the puck to Neuman, Cummings took a hard hit and flew to his back.

The puck ricocheted off the blade of Neuman’s stick and tumbled high and to the left.

Stretching his netted glove out, the goalie threw himself toward the puck.

“Holy fuck.” I patted Mackenzie’s thigh. Did we get it?

The red lamp went off, and the horn blew.

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