Page 20 of Glory Troll

I shut the laptop, got up, and hurried after him, knocking on his door only a few moments later.

“Mr Persson? It’s Oliver Bright. I—”

He almost wrenched the door off the hinges in his enthusiasm.

“Thank you for coming so quickly,” he rasped.

He had taken off his hooded zipper jacket and stood before me in a pair of tiny orange shorts with the team's logo on the leg.

“Sure, let’s see, uh…the shower, yes.”

Bo stepped aside to admit me, shut the door, and dragged me close to his chest, one hand coming up to slide into my hair.

“You are so beautiful, Ollie,” he growled under his breath, arousal tinting his cheeks. “I need to kiss you and taste you, my sweet. Please let me kiss you.”

“Of course,” I gasped, fisting his hair and guiding his mouth on mine. “I don’t have much time.” Easing his shorts over his hard cock wasn’t easy when his skin was this sweaty and wet, but God help me.

I dropped to my knees, wrestling myself free.There’s no way I'm coming in my trousers.

Bo cursed when I buried my face in his groin, inhaling his musk like a junky, and licking his salty skin. “Bloody hell, you are so hot,” I whined. “It’s really not fair.”

Before he could say anything, I gripped his cock and took as much as I could down my throat.

“Älskling!” he gasped, the broad green hands cupping my cheeks.

I pulled off again. “Come for me and don’t you dare hold back.”

He gave me a tiny nod, gasping for breath as he held me tightly and gently rolled his hips, sliding his hard length in and out of my mouth.

His eyebrow cocked a little as if to enquire if that was okay made my heart squeeze in my chest.

“Gud.” Bo nodded and sped up. His ridges shouldn’t feel this great sliding in and out of my mouth, but fuck me did they feel amazing.

It was over in a few breathless minutes of him using my mouth, of one of my hands gripping his ass cheek, the other fisting my cock. Mindless minutes culminating in Bo coming so hard I thought I’d choke on the sheer amount of cum, on me spilling all over the floor between his feet. The image of the enormous green hunk dropping in the puddle of spunk, his hands still holding onto my cheeks for dear life, would stay with me forever.

His kiss was hungry, a thick, bumpy tongue dipping between my lips to chase his own taste.

“Thank you for fixing the leak,” he whispered, and I opened my eyes to the cheekiest grin I’d ever seen on his face.

“It was my pleasure. Shit, so much pleasure. Phew. Also, you have cum on your shorts.”

Twelve

Bo

The amount of shit breaking in my room thankfully made no one suspicious.Maybe because Ollie is the one dealing with the maintenance?

We were all up in each other’s business, horny like teenagers who regarded every moment they weren’t kissing, or making out, or actuallyineach other, a moment lost.

We tried to make the most of our limited time together, yet the end of our camp came way sooner than I had hoped. We had to be careful with our sneaking around. His colleague Clara had almost spotted us fooling around in a dark corner one day. But we managed. Twice more we met in the clearing to fuck underthe stars, and to cuddle afterwards, exchanging our life stories, or as much of it as we could fit into those stolen moments.

I yearned to get lost in him and then fall asleep together without having to worry about how loud we were, or if someone would see.Is that too much to ask, universe?

The day before our departure, we had a whole day of training with the kids of Blue Kraken. Cal had paired me with twin brothers, who insisted on shadowing me so thoroughly I had to lock myself in the bathroom to pee in peace.

In the evening, our goodbye dinner brought all the sponsors and important people together one last time.

“Damn, I’m so ready to go home,” Decks huffed from right next to me as he picked at his steak and salad.

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