Page 55 of Kiss and Make Love

“Be a good boy and let me take control. That’s what teammates do. Put each other first,” Cooper winked.

“We’re doing this on my terms, Fifteen. Sure, I could suck you all day long, but if you’re fucking my face, it’s because it’s what I want.”

How could Alex be such a dick and, well, makehisdick hard at the same time was a mystery. But when he was like this—lips swollen, spit covering his chin, glaring up at him like he was wicked pissed—it made sense.

“Do it,” Alex commanded.

Cooper shoved his cock back between Alex’s lips, and his hips picked up speed. He held Alex in a firm grasp, pulling at his hair. The moan from around his cock was allthe confirmation he needed to drive himself home.

“Just like that,” Cooper hummed. “You look so fuckin’ filthy on your knees for me. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Reaching between his legs, Alex rubbed his own erection. He stared up at Cooper—making sure he was watching him. Where else would Cooper be looking? The god of war himself was on his knees in a dirty closet, letting him face-fuck him into oblivion. Of course, he was looking. Watching. Memorizing.

“I’m close. So close.” God. He was gonna blow in Alex’s mouth. He wanted to spill down the back of his throat. He wanted him out on the field, tasting him for the entirety of the ridiculous practice game they’d driven eight hours for.

Alex took Cooper’s increase in pace without even a flinch, dick sliding in and out between his lips. Cooper grunted and let himself go while still in Alex’s mouth. The orgasm that rocked his body was more intense, more satisfying, and more visceral than their first extra-curricular encounter. “That’s a good boy.”

Pulling away from him, Alex swallowed, wiped his mouth, and stood before him. His six-foot-three frame was only a couple inches taller than Cooper’s, yet he felt small in his presence.

Alex shoved a finger into Cooper’s chest. “I’d normally ream you out for blowing down my throat without asking, but I’m not gonna do that today.”

Cooper licked his lips, satisfied that his little escapade to find towels had turned into a blow job from Alex fuckin’ Bouchard. “Couldn’t help myself. Guess I should snoop around more often, eh?”

Alex leaned in close and ran his hands up Cooper’s chest. Lingering over each well-defined muscle. Squeezing. Touching. He ran his nose over the soft skin under Cooper’s jawline. “Can I give you a tip, Fifteen?”

Normally, he’d saylike helland make some sort of lewd gesture, but Alex could tell him anything he wanted to in this moment. Anything at all.

“Go for it.”

“Something I’ve noticed is how you play better when you’re tense. Riled up. Agitated.”

Cooper furrowed his brows. What was he on about? “And your point is…?”

“How are you feeling now, baby?” he whispered in Cooper’s ear.

He paused for a second, realization pouring over him like a bucket of cold water. “Do not tell me you just sucked me off so I would play worse against you today.”

Alex pulled away and stepped back toward the door. A smarmy smile decorated his face. “Good luck out there, Fifteen.”

Cooper shook his head. “You’re the one that’s gonna need luck after this fuckin’ stunt, Bouchard.”

Through his shorts, Alex gave his still visibly-hard cock a rough grab. “I’m as pent up as ever, baby. I’m gonna play the best game you’ve ever fucking seen.”

He turned and threw open the door, sauntering out like he owned the place, leaving Cooper alone in the storage room.

That was the second time Alex had left him behind after a mind-blowing sexual encounter. The second time he’d walked right through the door without as much as a backward glance.

Next time, he’d be the one leaving Alex behind.

And by God, there would be a next time.

ALEX

Last match against the Calgary Coyotes was the best he’d ever fucking played in his life. All the pent-up testosterone elevated his game like he couldn’t believe. Apparently, all he had to do was blow Cooper Cameron before each match, and he’d be unstoppable. He could only imagine how he’d play if they took things further.

Actually, that's all he’d been doing. Imagining them together. Pretty much no other thought had crossed his mind beyond that and the essentials in the last few weeks.What was he going to eat today? When does practice start? Does he need to get gas? How would his dick feel in Cooper’s ass? How much edging would it take to make Cooper a blubbering, begging mess?

You know. The usual.

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