Page 45 of Trade Deadline

I watch his tongue lick a path across his lips and I drop my voice a few octaves.

“I like my guy on his back, so I can see his face while I'm riding him. I like to be able to watch his face morph into absolute bliss when he comes so hard in my ass, and I get to cover his abs with my come.” I pick up my beer again and take a sip.

I can’t believe I’ve just said that, especially in public, but here we are.

Blaine squeezes his eyes shut. His teeth trap his bottom lip, and his hands clench into a fist on the table. His head hits the back of the booth with a thud, and when his eyes open again, fire is blazing in those stormy grays.

Need. Want. Lust.

All for me.

It radiates off him like a volcanic blaze, and my cock thickens in my jeans under his heated stare.

I don’t miss his hand dipping under the table. Is he touching himself right now? I kinda hope he is.

“Fuck, you keep making me hard in public, and I can’t do anything about it.”

I smirk. “You shouldn’t ask questions that put you in such ahardsituation.”

His nostrils flare. “My restraint is wearing thin, Alex.”

My head tilts curiously. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

“If I had my way, I’d be getting these tacos to go and take you home to experience your favorite position in real life, except instead of letting you come on my abs, you’d come in my mouth so I could taste every sweet drop of you.”

Well, fuck me. My plan backfired spectacularly.

I shift awkwardly in my seat, trying to ease the pressure of my achingly hard dick in the tight confines of my jeans.

Blaine leans forward, his tongue peeking out to swipe over his bottom lip. “Because believe me, Alex, when I get to taste you, once isn’t going to be enough.”

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Our eyes flirtbetween mouthfuls of delicious food, allowing our imaginations to run wild after our heated conversation.

My dick settles down eventually, and I admit defeat after my twelfth taco. It lived up to the hype as the most amazing tacos I’ve ever tasted, and the side of guacamole, rice, and beans made my mouth water with every bite.

I relax back into my seat as Blaine, however, shoves more food into his mouth, and I’m amazed when he picks up what must be his twentieth taco.

He licks the tips of his fingers as he finishes chewing the last mouthful, then sits back in his seat with a groan, his hands holding his stomach. “Maybe I was a little too ambitious…”

I chuckle, balling up my napkin and dropping it onto my empty plate. “I’m very impressed, but I hope you’ve got an off day tomorrow because I’m pretty sure practice won’t be fun when you’ve got that many tacos swimming around in your stomach.”

He briefly closes his eyes, rubbing his hands in a circular motion over his stomach. “Thankfully, yeah. We leave for an eight-day-away stretch early Thursday, so there's morning skate, but it’s only optional, so I think I’ll skip it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I laugh before asking, “Do you like road trips?”

I feel weird asking because it seems I’m back to being a fan, but it's clear Blaine has lived and breathed hockey since he was a child, and he didn’t seem to mind talking about it earlier.

“Yeah and no. I like it because I love playing hockey. You could ask me to play in the middle of nowhere, and I’d still wanna do it, but I don’t like all the traveling that’s involved with long road trips. Going from time zone to time zone, it fucks with your system. You’re exhausted from that, exhausted from playing, plus there’s something about sleeping in hotel beds…” He starts to stack the empty plates, placing them in a neat pile at the end of the table. “I don’t sleep well in hotel beds.”

I’m a creature of comfort too, so hopping from hotel to hotel sounds like my kind of nightmare.

“Do you share a room with a teammate?”

“Not anymore. In my rookie year, I shared with Zach, and I wouldn’t mind sharing with him now because I love the guy. He’s so laid-back and chill that you don’t really hear much from him. He’s either engrossed in texting Carter or he’s playing some game on his Switch. But I have my own room now, so whenever we’re not together as a team, I usually just watch a movie on my iPad or I go out to find…” He trails off, but I can guess what he was about to say.

He goes out to find someone to fuck.

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