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It was something I suggested a little while ago, especially since we were exclusive—but he wasn’t ready. Now that he was, I wasn’t going to deny him. My body responded by milking another drop of clear liquid onto my stomach. I slicked myself, then lined up my cockhead with his entrance. With my first around my shaft I squeezed, hard enough to stave off my orgasm at the simple thought of taking him bare.

I couldn’t stifle a shout as he sank down in one smooth move, taking me to the hilt.

Fuuuck

Before words could leave at the feeling of Tyler’s body strangling my naked cock his lips were on mine, hips rolling as he claimed his own pleasure. Between that, his mouth owning me and his hands roaming my body, my brain short-circuited.

“Fuck, baby, fuck,” I swore, and he groaned as he found the perfect angle to hit that magic spot.

He drove home in a perfect dance of pleasure, where he pulsed around my dick with each hit of his prostate. I clenched his ass in my hands—though he needed no guidance. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and from the sounds he was making told me he wasn’t either. I moved one hand to pump his dick in time to the rolling of his hips.

He broke first. I felt his body convulse on top of me, and with it, I crashed over the edge without a parachute. I thanked the sex gods when he came hard at the same time, his legs twitching with pleasure, the rhythm he once had now slow soft jerks as he rode our explosive high.

Tyler collapsed slowly to my chest, which was sticky from sweat and come. He slid to the side, still too scared to put too much weight on me. His lips kissed at the fading yellow bruises. He did that every night, kissing the marks as if he could make them go away.

He lay in silence.

“Baby?” I whispered, only to smile when I looked down and found him fast asleep.

Chapter forty-nine

Tyler

April

“Baby, did you read this?” Hunter called from the stool as I made breakfast.

“Read what?”

“This article about you.” I looked up to see his beaming smile. I walked around the table to rest my chin on his shoulder. Front and center was a picture of me from our latest win, shooting a goal from the blue line.

“I don’t read articles about me,” I answered, about to circle away when two large hands grabbed at my hips and brought me between his legs.

“Well, you should, Mr. Bigshot. Listen to this.”

He held me tight, not letting me budge as he began to read aloud.

Australian Sensation Tyler Riley Dominates American College Hockey Scene

“In a remarkable turn of events, nineteen-year-old Tyler Riley, has become a rising star in the American hockey circuit. Having honed his skills on the beach coast of Western Australia since the tender age of four, Riley’s journey has been nothing short of extraordinary.

As the former captain of the under-eighteen international team, Riley has not only amassed multiple state competition victories but also led the Australian team to their highest-ever win in the nation’s history. Now donning the colors of Boston University (BU), Riley has seamlessly integrated himself into the college hockey scene, making a significant impact from the left wing and eventually maneuvering to center.

His ascent to the forefront has not gone unnoticed, especially as he pushed out seasoned player Colton Sanchez, who had been under the watchful eyes of NHL scouts. Riley’s record-breaking performance this year includes scoring a goal in every game he has played, showcasing his unparalleled grit, strategic prowess, and uncanny ability to seize goal-scoring opportunities.

Coach Rod Martins of BU speaks highly of his prodigious talent, stating, “It’s been a great pleasure to have this kid on the team. He has brought a different mindset to his teammates, one where the communication between the lines has vastly improved. He has a lot of potential and his growth has only just started. His stats speak for themselves. I have no doubt his dreams of being in the NHL will come true.”

As the spotlight intensifies on Riley, all eyes are set on the upcoming Frozen Four competition. Having propelled his team to a winning season, the young Australian phenom faces the ultimate test to showcase his skills when the pressure is on. With expectations soaring, Tyler Riley’s journey through the American college hockey ranks continues to captivate fans and industry insiders alike."

I read along as Hunter spoke with added drama. I tried not to let the positive feedback get to my head, tamping down my excitement as I wiggled out of Hunter’s grip. I didn’t say a word, because what was there to say? I couldn’t jump for joy just yet; I still had to prove myself—now more than ever. As the article said, I needed to show that I could handle the pressure.

“Baby, come on! This is amazing! It’s going to throw you into the spotlight!”

“Hunter, it’s just an article.” I couldn’t let someone’s nice words get to me because I needed to focus on pushing harder to show them that he was right. I just needed to focus on hockey.

“Baby, stop and think about everything you’ve achieved. You’ve got good grades; you aced hockey and you’re a great boyfriend.”

I looked at him at the last remark and he simply glared at me, daring me to question it.

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