Page 91 of Crossing Lines

He slipped two fingers inside me and angled them just so. “Fuck…” As he hissed, he pressed his dick against mine and they both twitched against each other.

A spark of pleasure tingled through me. “What are you doing?” I was so ready for him. “Do it.”

“Okay, okay. Demanding much?” With a quick grin, he kissed my mouth, then nudged his dick into my hole. “Can’t say I don’t like it.” He flashed his darkened eyes at me, his almost black bangs framing them.

“Fuck me good and hard then, Boehm. Like you mean it,” I said in a rasp.

His dick jerked inside me. “Shit, made me come a little bit.” He pushed all the way inside me, his balls resting on my ass, then lay over me, his forearms curled around my head, my cock pressed snug between us. “Let me just look at you for a moment.” He gazed deeply into my eyes. “I love you, Ryan. I’ll be by your side no matter what, okay?” He brushed a curl from my forehead.

With a nod, my eyes stung. Damn it, not a great time to be emotional. “Show me, Jonah.”

As he pulled out and thrust inside me, he devoured my mouth with penetrating kisses. His thrusts grew quicker and urgent, and a deep moan rumbled out of his chest.

With pleasure swirling through every nerve in my body, I hooked my ankles around his hips and met his thrusts with my own. I broke the kisses and, wrapping my arms around his neck, sucked his earlobe into my mouth, then said, “Faster, Jonah.”

With a grunt, he quickened his pace, his solid cock impaling me again and again.

As he hit my prostate, shudders lit up my spine. “Fuck yeah.” I bit at his earlobe, then flicked my tongue inside its shell.

He whimpered while his body trembled over mine. “So close.” His thrusts grew erratic.

“Come for me, Jonah.” I pushed on his cheek and claimed his mouth with my own.

“Mmph.” He shoved his cock all the way inside me and held it, his face tensing, then his mouth dropped open, and he gasped. “Coming, oh fuck.” He pulled out and pushed in again and again.

Sneaking my hand between us, I pumped my weeping cock, slick with precum. As pleasure engulfed me, I fell over the edge, harsh contractions milking him. My dick erupted in splashes of hot cum, coating our chests.

As it slowed, he fell over me. “Holy hell, that was good.” He panted against my neck.

“The best.” Winding my arms around his torso, I hugged him against me and kissed the side of his head. This was enough to see me through what I had to do.

He lifted onto his elbows and his gaze searched my face. “Hey, are you okay now?” He skimmed his knuckles over my cheek. “Because there were times when…” He pursed his lips. “When you looked emotional.”

“I’m fine, Jonah. Whenever I’m with you, it’s all good.” I slapped his ass and forced a smile. I’d come clean with him after the big games. Right now, he didn’t need that kind of bullshit in his head. His dick slipped out of me. “Let’s clean up.” I knew what I had to do tomorrow.

The next day,I had some time to kill before practice started. I sat in my car in the parking lot at the rink and unblocked Owen, then called him. The phone rang a few times and picked up.

“Well, if it isn’t Coach Gibson.” He scoffed through a snicker.

Heat exploded in my chest. What an asshole. “Owen, we need to talk.” I pinched my lips.

“Oh, now you want to see me? I wonder why.”

I breathed in deeply. “Are you on campus?” I was tired of his games.

“I am,” he said.

I should meet him someplace public, in case things got ugly. “Meet me over at the Starbucks on Mill.” It was close enough for me to walk to and people were always in there.

“Okay. Give me ten minutes.” He hung up the call.

I stared at my phone for a moment. He wasn’t wasting any time. Gathering my resolve, I stepped out of my car.

I strodein mid-afternoon sunshine into the Starbucks, tucked under an older, two-story brick building on the street corner, and spied Owen ordering a drink. What, did he think this was a social visit? The fucker.

Blowing out a breath, I stiffened my shoulders and stepped to him, then tapped the back of his shoulder. “Owen.”

He paid for the slushy coffee drink, then twisted to face me. “Hello, Coach.” He gave me a wicked grin.

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