Page 55 of The Boyfriend Zone

“Always,” I promised, my lips moving against his skin.

Mindful of his restricted movement, I helped him ease back against the propped-up hotel pillows. He shifted slightly, adjusting the sling until he seemed comfortable. Then, holding his gaze, I lowered my head. I started at his chest, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin, my tongue tracing the hard lines of muscle. He watched me, his eyes darkening. I moved lower, my fingers going to the button of his jeans. He didn’t help, didn’t need to, just watched me with a focused intensity. I unzipped him slowly, carefully drawing the denim down, revealing his throbbing cock.

I took his dick into my mouth, starting slow. He tasted familiar, yet the circumstances made it feel new. I was deliberately gentle, using my tongue and lips to build the pleasure gradually, mindful not to jostle him or cause any strain. His breath hitched. His good hand threaded into my hair, fingers tightening almost imperceptibly as the pleasure mounted. He arched slightly against the pillows, a soft groan escaping him. "Lucas," he breathed. Hearing my name like that, soft and needy, sent a thrill through me.

I continued my slow worship of his cock until I felt the tension coiling in him, the subtle signs he was getting close. Then I eased back, looking up at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, glazed with pleasure. A faint flush colored his cheekbones. He met my gaze, and then, with a determined look, he shifted.

“My turn,” he rasped, his voice slightly rough.

“Sean, your shoulder…” I started, concerned.

“It’s fine. Come here.”

Hesitantly, I let him guide me. It was awkward for him, maneuvering with the sling restricting one arm, but he managed, kneeling naked before me on the bed. The determination in his eyes was touching. He took my dick into his mouth, his movements slightly less fluid than usual, but no less effective for it. His focus was absolute. I watched him, feeling a profound sense of tenderness mixed with the building heat in my own body. He was putting effort into this, wanting to please me despite his physical limitation. The thought alone was incredibly arousing.

When I felt I couldn’t take much more, I urged him back. “Easy,” I whispered, helping him lie back against the pillows again. I positioned myself carefully between his legs, pausing to look down at him. His trust was laid bare in his expression. Leaning down, I captured his lips in a slow, deep kiss before lowering my ass onto his twitching cock.

His entry into my hole was slick and easy, a perfect fit. He gasped softly as I took his dick fully, our naked bodies joining. He let out a loud groan and grabbed onto my ass. Then for a moment, I just stayed still, savoring the feeling of having his cock inside me. Then, supporting myself on my hands, careful not to put weight on him, I began to ride. Slowly at first, rising and falling, letting him get used to the angle, the pressure. His good hand began groping my ass, guiding, encouraging.

I looked down at the sling. An impulse, strong and clear, moved through me. Leaning forward again, I lowered my head and pressed a series of soft, lingering kisses against the sling itself, right over where his injured shoulder lay beneath. It was a gesture of acknowledgment, of acceptance. I liked all of him, the athlete and the man, the strength and the vulnerability.

Sean’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’t speak, but his hand tightened fractionally on my ass, pulling me closer. I continued to move, riding him with a steady, fluid rhythm, my gaze holding his. The pace quickened naturally, driven by mutual need. The connection between us felt electric, deeper than just the physical act. He met my thrusts from below, his hips lifting slightly off the bed to match my pace.

My name fell from his lips, a broken prayer. The tension coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped. A shared cry echoed in the room as orgasm washed over us, hot and intense, leaving us trembling and tangled together.

We lay like that for a long time, my head pillowed on his uninjured shoulder, his good arm wrapped around me. My breathing slowly returned to normal, matching the steady rise and fall of his chest.

We then talked quietly for a while, about nothing important—favorite movies, the worst cafeteria food we'd encountered at college. Simple, ordinary topics that somehow felt significant in the darkness of the hotel room, in the circle of each other's arms.

At some point, I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, Sean was gently extricating himself from our embrace.

"I should go," he whispered, seeing I was awake. "It's late, and Zach will give me hell if I wake him up coming in."

"What time is it?" I asked groggily, reaching for my phone.

"A little after midnight," Sean replied. "But don't worry—I'll sneak back to my room and be the perfect gentleman teammate."

I sat up, trying to clear the sleep from my head. "Will anyone notice you were gone?"

"Petersen sleeps like the dead, and Zach's probably still texting Nate while pretending he's not into him," Sean assured me. "It'll be fine."

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "Go back to sleep. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Goodnight," I mumbled, already drifting off again. "Be careful."

The last thing I remembered before falling fully asleep was the soft click of the door closing behind him, and the lingering warmth where his body had been pressed against mine.

Chapter 18: Sean

"Rise and shine, Sean! Some of us have a game to prepare for!"

Zach's cheerful voice cut through my sleep like a chainsaw, accompanied by the blaring of his phone alarm. I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow.

"Five more minutes," I mumbled, not ready to face the day.

"No can do," Zach replied, yanking the curtains open to let in the morning light. "Coach wants us all at breakfast by seven, and Peterson's already hogging the shower."

I rolled onto my back, wincing slightly as I rotated my shoulder. It was definitely improving—the physical therapy was working—but mornings were still stiff and uncomfortable.

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