Page 60 of Defensive Zone

Zach

The second I’m inside my hotel room and the door clicks closed behind me, I pull the phone from my ear and switch to FaceTime. Within moments, the image of Carter fills my phone screen, and the sight of him naked in my bed causes my breath to catch in my throat.

How did I get so fucking lucky?

“Hey there, handsome.” He grins. The phone is positioned against his thigh, giving me the perfect view of his smooth, expansive chest. His abs ripple as he moves his hand that’s just out of shot, and a low growl rumbles in my throat.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself?”

“Maybe.” His eyes sparkle with mischief and arousal. “But I told you, I’ve been horny all evening, then you left me hanging to talk to your teammate. I didn’t know I was so into edging until now. Maybe we can try it some more when you come home to me.”

Home.

I don’t know why hearing him call my apartmenthomedoes something to me. My heart swells in my chest, pride blooming through my veins at how casually he said it.

Doesn’t he realize thatheis my home?

It’s not some geographical location. I could be anywhere in the world, but as long as I had him at my side, I’d be home.

I tip my head back with a groan. “You’re cruel.”

“That makes two of us,” he teases. “Anyway, we’ve been on video call for nearly a minute now. One of us is wearing too many clothes, and it’s definitely not me. Prop the phone up and strip for me.”

Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer than I already have, I flick the desk lamp on and place my phone upright on the dresser, angling it so he can see down to my knees. I kick off my shoes and then undo my cufflinks. He hums the intro to “The Stripper” by David Rose & His Orchestra as I slowly unbutton my shirt and pull it from where it’s tucked into my pants.

“Stop that.” I laugh with a shake of my head.

He lets out a low whistle when I part my shirt to show off my chest. “Damn, you look so hot. Now turn around and take it off.”

I arch a brow. “You don’t want to look at me?”

I run my hand down my chest and flick my thumb over my nipple.

“Oh, I want to look at you, all right. I want to look at that sexy back and peachy ass, too. Have you seen yourself in those pants?” He sticks his tongue out and pretends to pant. “I’m surprised they haven’t ripped from all that luscious cake being contained.”

“They’re custom-made pants.”

I can’t find pants that fit my ass and thighs. Hockey player problems.

“Of course they are.” He snickers, then twirls his finger in the air. “Turn around. Show me the goods.”

Laughing, I turn around and slowly slip my shirt from my shoulders, making sure to flex the muscles in my back as the cotton slides down. Carter’s strangled moan goes straight to my cock that’s now pulsing in my boxers. I toss my shirt onto the chair and pull my belt free, throwing that aside before glancing over my shoulder.

Carter’s watching with rapt attention. His phone has moved slightly, allowing me a better view of him stroking his hard cock.

“Stop teasing me, Zach,” Carter pleads.

I give him a wink before turning my back to him again. I unbutton my dress pants, and push them down, sliding them over my ass slowly, almost like my ass has been confined just as he said, and it’s finally being let loose. When they sit beneath my buttocks, emphasizing my cheeks, he lets out a whimper.

“Off. Now. No more teasing,” he demands. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to see you. All of you.”

Without a word, I do as I’m told, discarding my pants over the chair and quickly removing my boxers. I don’t bother taking off my socks, too impatient to pick up my phone again and get onto the bed.

I position one of the pillows between my parted legs and use it to hold my phone, allowing me to have both my hands free to jerk my cock and tug on my heavy balls.

Carter’s breath comes out in a whoosh. “Fuck, I want to suck you off so bad.”

I don’t know why his confession catches me by surprise. Just like with everything else, he’s been eager, and it’s been me who has stopped him before he could even begin, distracting him with my mouth, my hand or my ass.

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