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Chapter Twenty-Four

Carter

As I expected, Coach Harris put Zach as a game-time decision. With only a handful of games left in the regular season, he prefers Zach gets some rest to be ready for the playoffs. So, while he missed the game against Toronto, and the one after that, he returned to the ice last night. There are only three games left before the postseason begins, where they will face St. Louis in round one, and Chris and Joe have started trying a few different targeted relief methods such as acupuncture and acupressure. Zach says they seem to be helping, so I’m keeping my hopes up that this is the beginning of the end for these headaches.

Plus, we do our own kind ofreliefmethod when he’s home.

“Fuck, do that again,” Zach moans, his back arching off the couch.

I do as I’m told. I look up at him from where I’m lying between his parted legs as I swirl my tongue around the swollen head of his cock and pump him with my fist. He has one footplanted on the floor, the other on the cushion, his knee bent for stability.

I wrap my lips around him and suck him into my mouth, holding the base of his erection as I continue my torment. It’s safe to say that, since his trip to New York and our phone sex session, we’ve dipped our toes into edging. Something I’ve enjoyed immensely.

Zach, though? I’ve been sucking on his cock for nearly thirty minutes now, bringing him to the brink of release before pulling off. And the death grip he has on my hair right now tells me I’m not going to get away with it for much longer unless I want to go bald.

His hold halts my movements as he begins to buck his hips, tunneling his cock in and out of my mouth. His body trembles, letting me know he’s close before he can say the words.

“Carter. Ngh, fuck, I’m gonna come. I wanna fill your mouth with my come. Don’t you fucking dare stop me.”

Smiling around his thick shaft, I relax my jaw, allowing him to hit the back of my throat with each thrust. I swallow around him, and he lets out a roar as he comes so hard, some of his release seeps from the corner of my mouth. I use my thumb to catch it and suck it into my mouth.

“Shit, why is that so hot?” he says as he pants, gasping for breath.

“Who knew you had such a hot, dirty mouth?” I smirk before mimicking his moan, rolling my eyes to the back of my head. “I wanna fill your mouth with my come.”

“Fuck off. You make me lose my brain.” He snickers and shoves my shoulder. “Anyway, you love it.”

“Yeah.” I nip the soft skin at the juncture of his thigh. “I do.”

Zach’s boneless body melts into the couch with a satisfied sigh, and I push myself up, adjusting my erection that’s currently trying to punch a hole through my sweatpants.

Patience, padawan,I tell my eager dick.

I head into the kitchen to grab two bottles of water from the fridge and hand one over to Zach as I sit back down.

“What time is Hayden getting in again?” he asks, taking a quick swig before pulling his sweatpants back up and sprawling back onto the couch.

I look down at my watch. “His flight lands any minute now.”

Placing my water down on the coffee table, I move to settle between his parted legs, and he lets out a satisfied noise. I curl my arms under his arms, my fingers threading through the long strands of his hair. I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck and pepper kisses along the thick column of his throat.

“Mmm, I suppose I better get changed,” he murmurs.

“Or we’ll wait until he’s downstairs and do this a little longer.” I roll my hips, eliciting a delicious moan from his throat.

“We don’t have time for that.”

Lifting my head, I glance down at him under hooded eyes and suck his bottom lip into my mouth. “But we have time for me to grind myself on you and make out.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t argue with me on that. His tongue pushes into my mouth, tangling and exploring as I lose myself in the feel of his lips. I lose track of time and place as I grind my hips against his and his hands massage my ass cheeks beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. I’m so close when the sound of the door buzzer makes me jump.

Startled, I look down at Zach in confusion. “That can’t be him already?”

Zach huffs out a breath, shifting beneath me and adjusting his erection in his sweatpants. “I doubt it, but I wouldn’t put it past Hayden. I swear that guy has some magical skills. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could teleport.”

Chuckling, I make my way to the intercom as it buzzes again.

“Hello?”

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