Page 91 of Icing the Play

Myles’s cheeks pinked, and he dipped his head, shoveling dressing and gravy onto his fork.

“So, what are you going to do, Cooper, if Myles gets signed by Seattle?” Mom wiped her mouth on her napkin.

“Oh…” I glanced at Dad. “Dad, I want to put feelers out for the Seahawks.” He’d be okay with this, right?

After clearing his throat, Dad said, “You sure that’s where you want to go?” Setting his elbow on the table, he faced me.

“I’m sure.” I shrugged a shoulder. “You can’t deny they’re a good team. They’ve been to the Super bowl three times?—”

“And lost twice.” Dad ticked his jaw and stuffed his fork into a mound of mashed potatoes and gravy.

I leaned in toward him. “Dad, they’re a good team, and Seattle is a cool town. It’s close to where Myles grew up.” What was Myles thinking about this? I snuck a peek at him, and he frowned.

Mom placed her hand on Dad’s forearm. “Honey, he wants to be with the man he loves. Let him go where he wants.” She smirked. “You came to Chicago for me, remember?”

“I uh…” He rubbed his forehead. “Chicago was a great team and—” He huffed and glanced at Mom and then me. “Oh hell, I know some guys over there. I’ll put the word out.”

“Thanks, Dad. I knew I could count on you.” I drank some wine, my gaze finding Myles.

“Thank you, Jim. I know it’s a lot to ask to have Cooper follow me like this.” He worried his lower lip. “I mean, I might not even get signed.”

“Oh hush, son. I’ve seen your game footage. They’ll sign you or they’re stupid.” With a shake of his head, Dad piled food into his mouth.

“I can’t wait to come visit you boys in Seattle.” Mom’s face lit up. “I hear it’s a wonderful city.”

After seeingmy parents off for the night, I closed our front door and sighed. The day had gone so well.

“Babe.” Myles stepped to me and grabbed my hand. “Your parents were great tonight. It was a little different to hang out with them as your boyfriend, but they were so supportive.” He kissed my knuckles.

“Yeah, they sure like you.” I pulled my hand from his and wrapped my arms around his neck. “We’re alone.” I ticked my brows, my cock waking. Pressing a lingering kiss on his lips, I slipped my tongue inside his mouth.

With a slow groan, he tangled his tongue with mine and grabbed my hips, pushing his swelling dick against mine. “Whose room do you want to use tonight?” He gave me a coy smirk.

I wanted him tonight. No toys, just his body bonding with mine. “Let’s go into my room.” I snatched his hand from my hip and led him into my bedroom, flicking on the nightstand lamp as I passed the side of the bed.

Slipping his jeans and briefs down his legs, he stood and shucked his sweater over his head, his dick standing tall and hard for me.

I raked my teeth over my lower lip. He was gorgeous, and we were planning a future together with the support of our parents.

He walked toward me. “Get undressed.” With a wicked gleam in his eye, he stepped closer and unfastened my jeans. “Or do you want me to do it?” Biting the side of his lower lip, he dropped to his knees and shucked my jeans and underwear over my ass, exposing my aching cock. “Damn, this looks delicious.” With a fleeting smirk, he fisted the base and devoured me, taking me to the back of his throat.

“Oh, fuck.” As pleasure pulsed up my spine, my dick jerked inside his mouth. Slipping my fingers into his hair, I pulled and rocked my hips. “Yeah, that’s it, baby.”

He dragged off me and dove in, flicking his tongue against my shaft, turning his head this way and that.

Tension knotted deep in my gut and my breath came in deep draws. He was so fucking good at this, and I’d get to have him again and again. I peeked down at him, slurping at my cock and sucking it to the back of his throat, his dick hard and leaking between his legs. “Touch yourself for me.”

With a hum, he wrapped his fingers around his solid cock and stroked. As a moan freed from his throat, the vibration tingled in my balls. The edge of climax surged inside me. This was too much already. I wanted more of him tonight. “Babe, stop.” I pushed on his head.

He left me with a wet pop and looked at me, his lips wet and swollen. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just want more than a blowjob.” A smile crept over my lips. “You’re so fucking hot. I’m close already.”

“Oh, yeah?” He flicked his tongue over the slit and fondled my balls.

“Fuck.” I bucked my hips back. He was being a little shit now. “Get on my bed.”

“Yes, sir.” He mock saluted me and climbed onto my bed, lying on his back, and slipped the knee brace off. “I can’t bend my knee with this thing on.”

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