Page 40 of Icing the Play

Okay, he’d learned a thing or two in the few hookups he’d had. Maybe he was one hell of a quick study. Rocking my hips in time with his diving mouth, shivers heated my skin, and my balls filled. I wouldn’t last. “C-close, I’m close.”

Fondling my balls, he milked my dick faster, sucking harder. As he tipped his head to glance at me, he said, “I want to see you come, Myles.”

Sparks lit behind my eyes as pleasure enveloped me in harsh surges. Wave after wave pushed through, spurting my cum into his pumping mouth. All my muscles flexed and then relaxed.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He crawled over me, his knees on either side of my hips, propping on one straight arm. “Can I come on you?” he gritted out.

“Sure.” What was he doing? I glanced at him, pulling his cock with quick strokes.

His face tensed, and his mouth dropped open. With a long moan, hot cum painted my chest and face.

I parted my lips, catching a droplet of cum on my tongue, heat rising low in my belly. This might be the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

As he slowed the hand on his spent cock, he fell over me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his cheek resting on the top of my chest. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“No need to be sorry.” I hooked my arms around him. “I’m pretty open to anything, just so you know.” And I’d see the image of him coming on me in my head for a long ass time.

“Anything?” He twisted his head, facing me. “Like what?” He brushed his fingers in a circle on my shoulder.

“Like...” I snickered. I didn’t want to shock him. “Like maybe toys?” I flicked a blob of his cum from my cheek and licked it from my finger.

“Toys? What kinds of toys?” He lifted onto an elbow, peeling his chest off the cum between us.

“Anal plugs, vibrators, that sort of thing.” I gazed into his face. “Or anything else we can think of.” Maybe he had otherplansfor me. If he did, I couldn’t wait to find out.

His gaze searched my face. “Huh. I don’t know why, but I always thought of you as being sweet and innocent.”

“What?” I barked out a laugh. “I might be sweet, but not innocent.” He probably remembered my high-school self. But I’d had my share of guys back then, too. “Okay, so in high school, maybe.”

“Yeah, getting to know who you are now will take some time, I guess.” He kissed my cheek. “I obviously like what I see.” He nuzzled into my neck. “I think I liked you back then too, but I couldn’t admit it to myself.”

I shifted my head over my pillow to glance at the side of his hair. “You did?” What if we’d gotten together in high school? I pursed my lips. We’d probably not be together now. There’d been a lot of growing up we’d both done.

“I did. I found myself looking at you a lot in class. I didn’t know why, but I liked looking at you.” He chuckled. “I never wanted to get too close though, you know? I think my subconscious knew if I did, something would happen between us and then there’d be no going back.”

With a slow nod, warmth wrapped around my heart. We’d both been afraid to get too close to each other. But for me, it was because I thought he’d break my heart. Back then, he probably would have. “But now is the right time.”

Lifting his head, his gaze locked on mine. “Now is exactly the right time.” He brushed his thumb over my cheek. “I’m ready for this.”

“Me too.” Turning my head, I kissed his thumb pad. The cum was drying on my chest. “We should probably clean up, don’t you think?”

With a sigh, he said, “Yeah, guess so.” He rolled to his side and climbed off the bed. “What should we do about sleeping arrangements?” Picking up his shirt, he swiped it over his chest.

Should we sleep together? But wasn’t that too much too soon? “If this were the end of a date with someone you didn’t live with, what would you do?” I sat up in the bed.

He huffed an exhale. “I’d be going home and sleeping in my own bed.” He grabbed his underwear and slid it up his legs. “But I’d still give you a goodnight kiss.” With a smirk, he padded to me, cupped my cheek, and pressed a long kiss on my lips. “I’ll go use the bathroom first.” He grabbed his jeans and strolled toward the door. “See you in the morning.”

“See you.” With a soft smile, I watched him leave, and my heart ached. Holy hell, I was in deep already.

The next day,Coach had us working on puck handling drills and passes. I skated quickly through cones, juggling the puck with the blade of my stick and shooting it to Neuman.

He caught the pass and just as quickly tossed it back to me.

I snagged it and eyed Sutton, skating from blade to blade across the net. With a smirk, I shot.

The puck flew up toward the right corner.

Sutton stretched his netted glove out.

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