Page 41 of Lucky Sucker

I was even warmer now, my entire body electric and on fire from the way I’d just came on him, or in him. He continued to kiss me, taking my hand over his cock, and using my cum as a lubricant to go faster. He was twitching forward, pulsing against my body until he stopped, and the splash of warmth shot up against my belly.

His eyes were so clear and crystal as I stared into them now.

“That was nice,” he said. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

He kissed my forehead, then my nose, followed by my drying lips. “I think I’ve just released weeks of stress, and I might’ve made a mess on you, baby.” His eyeline dropping to glance at our cocks. “I’m sorry.”

In a hug, I mushed our bodies together and pressed my head into his neck, inhaling his sweet musk, it was almost enough to keep me hard.

“If I’m moving too fast, let me know,” he said, stroking a hand through my hair, massaging the back of my head. “I’m still new to all of this. And if there’s anything you want from me, all you had to do is ask.”

I nodded, my eye closed as I continued to make notes on his smell, creating core memories from the moment. “I want you to go at the pace you’re comfortable with because you haven’t slept with a guy before.”

“Or anyone,” he said with a little chuckle that jostled me.

It made our connection and bond just that little bit stronger. “Is it bad that I never want to clean myself again?” I asked in a mumble. “I just want to have your cum on me forever, so I feel close to you.”

“Well, don’t tell anyone, but I don’t think it’s a limited resource, I can produce more.” He kissed my neck this time. “As Daddy, I want to tell you that being clean is very important. So, we’ll go shower, together, and if you’re good, I’ll make sure we get more times like this together.”

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My mind was full of Daddy Luke’s body, on a reel of mental photos and videos, I couldn’t focus or even concentrate on anything. I was mesmerized, starstruck almost now, to see someone praised on the ice and admired by many, to being soft and sweet with me in private, nobody saw the part of him that came without all the ice hockey gear on. It was like a secret, but everyone knew about it.

I was unable to focus on the media theory textbook, and I wasn’t able to focus as I watched the team train. The first game was coming up, and since the night we shared, Luke was back to form, playing like the killer whale he was, slapping shots into the back of the net and commanding the team, on and off the ice.

The team considered me an honorary player at this point I was around them nearly every single day. It was the magnetism Daddy had over me and the way he could whisper a good boy to me just so he could pull me in his arms and keep me from dropping—to my knees where I wanted to give him a thank you. I was desperate to spend the night with him again, but he knew that we both had to practice and study. That was the first time he put his foot down and solidified his Daddy status.

His words could’ve pinged an erection at any moment. “You’ve got to study, I’ve got to practice, we both need to save our energy for the big opening game, but after that, I want you. But only if you’re good. So, study, get a start on your assignments, and obviously, cheer for me.”

I knew what that meant, we were going to have sex after the first game. I didn’t want to pressure him on it, but if he was ready, then I was. It wasn’t my first time, but it was still special to me because of the person Luke was. He was Daddy, and I didn’t want to disappoint him, especially not so close to game night.

Watching the final practice before the big game was hell because I’d given myself blue balls, and that wasn’t fun. Daddy had a magnetism about him that made me want to strip and crawl on all fours, it was in the glances he shot my way, the winks, the curve his lips made when he smirked, and when he occasionally raised an arm above his head to reveal a slither of body, a body I’d felt intimately.

Fuck me. I was ready for Daddy.

18. LUKE

That night with Wren had filled me with a boost of energy, and I wanted it again, like a shot of adrenaline, he kept me pumping, but I was using it as my motivation. There was an air of not being prepared to take the next step and have sex with him, and not being completely sure that I was ready, but in the days we kept our hands off each other, it only strengthened my feelings towards my sweet little Wren.

First game of the season was against Green Mountain State University, it was a home game, which meant we had the advantage of having everyone on campus come and fill us with confidence, but there was only one person I cared about being in the stands.

Outside the locker room, I caught Wren standing around, his stuffed orca under arm. He was dressed in a number ten jersey, representing for me, alongside a scarf and beanie. I walked out and he gave me a twirl.

“I wanted to catch you before you gave your speech to the team,” he said. “And I need to go find my seat.”

“You have no idea how ridiculously attractive you look right now.” I scooped him up into my arms. He wrapped his legs around my waist. Pushing him against the wall to hold up against me, I gave him the biggest kiss. It filled me with confidence, not that I needed it, but part of me secretly wanted his confidence in me, the taste of it was divine.

“Lucky,” Coach called after me. “Head in the game.”

Wren smirked, trying to hide his face from being seen. “Go on,” he whispered. “I need to go find my seat.”

“Front row,” I said, peeling him away from the wall and letting him regain his footing. “I want to see you.”

“And I’ll move if you get distracted by me,” he said. “I have a fantasy league to think about. And I want to begin with a good lead.”

“Good boys do as they’re told,” I replied. “And Daddy wants to see you in the front row, where he can keep an eye on you.”

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