Page 54 of Kiss and Make Love

Once more, he wrenched on Alex’s hair, and it sent Alex careening over the edge into his orgasm. Alex slapped Cooper’s ass hard, and he joined him, tumbling into a state of bliss.

Hot spurts of cum decorated Cooper’s chest—Alex’s and his own. Their fluids mixed, a picture of ecstasy, and dripped down his stomach.

Alex yanked up his shorts and straightened his uniform. Swiping the discarded towel from the bench nearby, he tossed it at Cooper. “Clean yourself up.”

“Wanna join me?” Cooper wiggled his eyebrows. “Room for two in the showers. Technically, room for fifteen, but you get the point.”

Alex headed for the door. “Not a chance.”

“So thereisa chance, then. Because just a minute ago, you were saying the same thing before I had you begging for more, so…”

He turned the lock and pulled open the door. Hesitating for a moment on the threshold, Alex shook his head and threw up a middle finger before letting the door fall shut behind him.

Cooper beamed and called after him, “Definitely a chance, then?”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

That voice was unmistakable. Alex Bouchard. The way he saidfuckwas imprinted on his brain. He spun around and came face-to-face with the Viking of a man.

“Coach asked me to find some extra towels before the scrimmage,” Cooper said, rummaging around in a bin near the back of the closet.

“This is for storage, not linens, Fifteen,” Alex grunted.

Cooper rolled his eyes. “Obviously. But then I got a bit snoopy and wanted to poke around in your guys’ things.”

Alex grabbed a piece of fabric next to him and threw it at Cooper’s head. “It’s pylons and old, dirty jerseys. What’s there to poke around for?”

Cooper hucked the jersey back and shrugged. “Just curious, that’s all. I was hoping to find your team’s secret weapon, since we’re on your home turf for this practice game.” He arched an eyebrow, knowing the comment would drive Alex crazy.

“I’mour secret weapon. Me.” Alex stuck his thumb toward his chest.

Cooper shook his head in mock disappointment but couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin off his face. “That’s not a team mentality I’m hearing, Bouchard.”

Alex stalked over to Cooper, standing mere inches from him in the stuffy closet. “Why don’t you show me your team spirit, then? Get on your knees and teach me something about helping others.”

“I think you’re the one who needs to act like a team player.” Alex was so close. If he leaned forward, he could ignite a fire with just his lips. It would be dangerous. It would be violent. It would be so damn sexy.

Cooper stumbled backward into the shelving unit. What the hell? Did Alex justpushhim? His jaw hung open.

“I’ll act like a team player when I damn well fucking want to. I call the shots. Not you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Cooper grabbed a fistful of Alex’s jersey and tugged him against his body. Alex’s hands flew out to brace himself on the shelves behind Cooper. “Don’t mistake my obviously charming and hilarious personality for weakness. I could make you beg for me. Plead for me.”

Alex scoffed in his face. “I’d like to see you try.”

Cooper dropped his hand between them and palmed Alex’s erection straining through his scrum shorts. “I know you would.” The slight groan of approval that snuck out from between Alex’s lips spurred him on. “Show me a little team spirit, and I’ll promise to have you begging the next time we meet.”

Alex’s lips brushed his cheek to whisper in his ear, “How about I give you some team spirit now, and next time,youbeg forme?”

He’d be an idiot to pass that up. Alex didn’t need to know heenjoyeda little begging. “Deal.”

Dropping to his knees, Alex yanked down Cooper’s shorts and wasted no time dipping in for a taste. He sucked on his cock like it was a fuckin’ lollipop. Cooper grabbed the racks behind him. Slowly, his hips started thrusting into Alex’s mouth. He couldn’t help it. Alex’s tongue swirling on his tip, the pressure of his lips, the added hand stroking up and down. Fucking Alexander Bouchard’s beautiful, cocky mouth was all he wanted in the world right now. Screw the match. It was only a practice game, anyway. Just let him fuck his rival’s face. But Alex didn’t seem like the kind of guy that gave up control.

Still—it couldn’t hurt to try. Right?

He weaved the fingers of one of his hands through Alex’s hair, getting a tight grip, and Alex popped off his cock.

“You wanna fuck my face, baby? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Staring up at him, Alex shook his head. “I thought you wanted me to be a team player?” The sardonic tone in his voice was not lost on Cooper.

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