Page 59 of Untouchable Player

“It’s a girl. You’re going to get laid right?”

A couple of the guys whoop and, fuck, I wish I could tell Jones to shut up.

“Go ahead Engels, get your dick wet.”

I look at Petroski and he gives me a miniscule head shake I take asfucking idiot,and for once, I don’t think it’s aimed at me.

‘My parents are going out to dinner, meet at my house asap?’

I rush over to the bus stop, hoping I haven’t just missed one. How long does dinner take? An hour? Two hours? I hope they went to one of those fancy-ass places where it takes an hour between courses and it’s a five course meal.

At least forty minutes have passed by the time I reach Nate’s house. I half expect his mom to answer the door and ask what the fuck I’m doing there.

Thankfully it’s Nate, in jeans and a thin grey sweater, messy curls framing his face.

We go straight to his room and Nate kisses me before I can say anything.

“Hey,” he says when he pulls away.

“Hey.”

He laughs. Fuck he’s cute. I bend down to kiss him again and he runs his hands up and down my arms.

“Lift me onto the bed,” he says.

I do what he asks. He’s a lot lighter than my teammates when I fuck around picking them up on the ice. But it’s easier to lift people when your cock isn’t so hard it’s aching.

I kiss down his neck and the part of his shoulder poking out from his sweater. I wish I could take my time and do it all really slowly. Tease him until he can’t take any more. But I don’t know when his mom and dad will be back, so we don’t have much time.

I kiss down his sweater and lift it up to get at his bare belly before running my lips over the button on his jeans.

“Jesse,” he tugs on my shirt to get my attention and I look up at him. “Take my pants off before you make me come.”

I slide back up to his lips and unbutton his jeans before pulling them down, this time I kneel and tug them all the way off. His bare feet are adorable and he laughs when I kiss one.

“Don’t, I’m ticklish.”

I have to stop myself from tickling him like I would a teammate.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and ask if I can take it off.

He nods.

“Tell me.”

“Did the hockey team have to watch a video on consent or something?”

I smile, but I don’t back down. Yeah, I want his consent, but I also want to know he wants it, wants me.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” he says, “you can take them off, please.”

That please kills me. I yank his shorts down and his cock springs loose. Nate sits up and wraps his legs around my waist while he kisses me.

“Your turn.”

“Take your shirt off first, I wanna see you.”

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