Page 61 of Defensive Zone

But he hasn’t stopped mentioning it, dropping a mix of subtle hints and outright comments.

He wants this. He wants me, and who am I to keep denying him that?

“You’d look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

His dark eyes heat at my words, chest rising and falling as his breathing comes heavier. His tongue darts out, licking his lips as his gaze fixates on where my thumb brushes over the slit, collecting the bead of precome.

“I want you to feed it to me. I want to suck you deep. Suck your balls into my mouth.” His hand moves so fast, it becomes a blur on the screen, and it doesn’t take long until his breathing is coming out in short, quick bursts. “I want it all, Zach. I want all of you. Will you give me that?”

My hips jerk, the impact of his words making my cock throb and balls ache. They’re pulled up so tight, I’m not going to last much longer.

“Holy shit, you’re gonna make me come if you keep talking to me like that.”

“Good,” he rasps. “I want you to come knowing the next time you do, it’ll be down my throat.”

“Fuck!” I grunt, pumping myself faster. “Carter.”

“I’m gonna come,” he warns. His body jolts as his release spills over his hand, landing on his stomach. He strokes himself through his orgasm, moaning my name as his head tips back into the pillow.

My cock swells in my fist, and when my eyes catch sight of his come dripping down the inside of his thigh, my orgasm rushes down my spine in a hot rush.

I’m gasping for air as I paint myself with my release that seems never-ending. I’m strung so tight, my muscles begin to cramp up.

“Ah, fuck!” I hiss, letting go of my cock to massage my calf.

Carter chuckles softly, rubbing his hand over his face as he melts back into the bed. His soft cock rests against his thigh, and he’s unfazed about the come drying on his skin. When he drops his hand, his smile is tired and sleepy. “I miss you.”

I duck my head, trying to hide how happy I am to hear those three little words fall from his lips. “You saw me this morning.”

“I know, but still. Tomorrow night feels so far away. I don’t want to think about what it’s going to be like when football starts again.”

Sighing, I lean back into the pillow and use my forearm to push my hair from my face. “We probably need to talk about that at some point.”

“Yeah,” he whispers before yawning.

“You get some sleep. I’ll speak to you in the morning.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

He smiles, and I’m about to say goodnight when his lips tremble, like he’s trying to suppress a laugh.

“What?” I ask.

He waves his hand near the side of his face. “You’ve got come in your hair.”

I pull the phone closer so I can look in the camera, and sure enough, there’s a pearly rope of come drying in my hair. “Guess it’s a good thing I need to have my second post-game shower then.”

He snickers. “Okay, I’ll let you go. Night, Zach. Miss you.”

Warmth spreads through my body. My heart feels so fucking full, emotion burns the back of my eyes. Placing my palm over my chest, feeling my heart beating wildly in my chest, I’m unable to disguise my smile when I say, “Miss you, too. Night, Carter.”

It’s 2 a.m. when I finally walk through the door to my apartment the next day.

The game against New York… sucked. There is no other way to describe it. We played like shit. You wouldn’t have thought wewere at the top of the league standings given the way we played tonight.

But there’s always next time.

The mood was somber on the flight back home. Everyone was quiet, reflecting on how we fell apart. Me, on the other hand? I’m disappointed we lost, but I’m more disappointed in myself. A headache bloomed behind my eyes during the third period, and I didn’t want to risk being taken out of the game, especially when we were down by two goals, so I kept quiet. I caught Ethan watching me a few times, but I made sure not to let my discomfort show. I took some pain killers and pushed through the throbbing ache in my head and ignored the burn in my eyes from the glare off the ice, choosing to focus on how close I was to slipping into bed and cuddling up to Carter.

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