Page 39 of Stick By Me

“Bad shit happens.” With tightness creeping through my gut, I said, “One week when I was in juniors, I decided to give it a test. It was the worst week of hockey in my life. My team lost every game, and I broke my arm.” A shiver raced up my spine. “So, she stays with me, and I kiss her before every game.”

“But you got hurt tonight.” He brushed his hand down my arm.

“Yeah, but we won, and we always get bruised up during a game. That’s normal. Breaking an arm and being out for a few weeks is not.” I peered at him. Didn’t he believe me? “Doesn’t matter. Come here.” I dragged him by the elbow to my bed. “Kiss me.”

With a smirk, he cupped his hand around the back of my neck and drew our lips together, brushing his mouth over mine, then nibbling at my lower lip.

My dick hardened in an instant, pushing up against the band of my joggers. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pressed against him, pleasure pulsing my cock.

He moaned and bit his way down my neck, raising goosebumps on my skin. “You smell nice.” He palmed my aching dickthrough the thin fabric of my joggers, then snuck inside to place lazy strokes over my shaft.

“Fuck.” I tipped my head back as sensation flared up my spine. I wanted him to fuck me tonight. Would he be ready for that? It would probably be the best way to introduce him to anal sex.

He pulled at the hem of my shirt, then lifted it up and over my head, his eyes dark and lids hooding. After throwing the shirt on the floor, he palmed my chest, rubbing over the grooves of my muscles. “You have such a nice body, Archer.” Bending over, he sucked in a nipple and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub.

“Oh, God.” I clutched his hair with one hand and rubbed his hard dick through his jeans with the other. “How about we take these clothes off and get in my bed?”

“Yeah.” He flung his shirt off, then shimmied his jeans down, kicking them from his feet. His hard dick stood tall, almost reaching his navel.

As I stepped out of my underwear and joggers, I bent over, my mouth watering, and sucked his flared head into my mouth, fluttering my tongue at his slit.

With a sharp gasp and his breath quickening, he jerked his hips. “Fuck, I need more of that.”

I let a smile curl my lips and I pushed him onto my bed, then climbed on top of him, my legs spread around his, our hot cocks slotting together. Propping up on my elbows, I gazed into his dark eyes and brushed my thumb over his high cheekbone. “Leo, what are you ready for? Is there anything new you’d like to try?”

“Um…” He looked to the side and his cock twitched against mine. “Do you have any toys?” He came back to focus on me.

“Toys?” My brows snapped up. Now that was unexpected. “I do have a few things. Like what did you have in mind?” I rocked my hips, rubbing my cock on his, the friction sending sensation threading through my body.

He snuck his lower lip under his teeth. “Don’t laugh, but I know my brother has all sorts of anal plugs and shit. I guess I was thinking about that.”

“You want to try one?” Oh sweet Jesus, if he saidyes, he might just kill me. “I have a smaller dildo.”

“A…a dildo?” He blinked. “Okay, so can I use it on you?” Trailing his hands down my back, he cupped my ass, then squeezed. “Or do you only top?”

“I’m vers. I like it all.” I rolled my hips, my dick thrusting against his, then crushed his mouth with penetrating kisses.

He groaned and clutched my ass, spreading my cheeks apart.

“Want to fuck me, Leo?” I bit over his chin and licked at his clavicle. Shit, I was going for it. I wanted him too badly, wanted that connection with him. “I’d let you fuck me.”

Squirming below me, his cock pulsed and dribbled precum between us. “Yeah?” His breath caught and he pushed on my shoulders. “I-I do…want to fuck you,” he said in a rasp.

“It’s settled then.” I licked and bit my way down to his chest, flicked and sucked each nipple, then settled between his thighs, fisting his swollen dick. “Want me to suck you first?”

With a stuttered nod, he tensed his brows, his lips parting.

I plunged my mouth over him, bobbing my head and taking him to the back of my throat while humping the mattress below me. Fuck, he turned me on like no one else. And to think I’d be his first guy? Icing on the cake.

“Oh, shit, oh, fuck, oh shit,” he mumbled, arching his back off the bed.

As his balls drew up, I pulled them back down and slid my tongue over his slit, moaning on his solid cock.

He hissed and whimpered. “D-don’t make me come.”

I lifted off him. “What, and lose the chance to have you fuck me? No way.” Though, I was sure he’d be able to go again in no time. Sitting up, I slapped my nightstand drawer open, then grabbed my lube and the dildo.

He rose onto his elbows, chewing his lower lip. “I assume you’re pretty practiced at this?”

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