Page 43 of Icing the Play

Crushing my mouth in a deep kiss, he slid his tongue across mine, grabbing my nape and pinning me in place. As he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead on mine, his thumb skimming over my cheek. “I’m not that guy, Myles. All I’ve thought about today is you.” He puffed out a breath. “I’m obsessed. After last night, fuck, I can’t think straight.”

I parted my still tingling lips. He was coming on strong. But I believed every word. “Yeah? Tell me more.” My dick lengthened in my shorts. “Nobody’s home but us.” And fuck studying for a while. Not when he was here, saying everything I wanted to hear.

With a coy grin, he pushed me backward, crawling over me and between my legs. “Yeah? Any idea when they’re coming home?” He dropped his hips, and his hot, hard cock pressed on mine through our shorts.

“No idea.” I rolled my hips, taking friction and pressure from him. Sensation shivered up my spine and jerked my dick. Grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt, I slid it up, exposing his midsection.

He slanted his mouth over mine, thrusting over me, teasing me with his fluttering tongue inside my mouth. It had felt so damn good on my cock last night.

“How about a little quickie?” He nibbled on my chin and down the column of my neck, groaning against my skin. As he slipped his hand between us, he rolled to the side and pushed the band of my shorts and briefs down and then his own.

The skin of his hot cock rubbed against my own. Tensionwound tight inside me and a surge of sensation seared up my spine. “Fuck, Cooper, feels good.” I writhed below him, lost in the feel of his weight on top of me.

“Yeah?” While sucking my earlobe into his mouth, he wrapped his hand around both our dicks and pumped. “You have such a nice cock, Myles. I can’t stop wanting it.” He licked the shell of my ear.

A shiver swirled over my skin, and my dick jerked in his hand. God damn, the things he said. Who know he’d be like this? “You turn me the fuck on, Cooper.” As I thrust into his palm, I chased my climax, teetering on the edge.

He quickened his pace on our dicks, rocking and stroking, panting his hot breath against my cheek. “I’m getting close. You?” he said in a husky voice and claimed me in a fresh round of searing kisses.

As tingling started in my balls, I fell over the edge, waves of pleasure washing over me in a torrent. My hot cum dribbled onto my stomach as I whimpered.

He broke the barrage of kisses and gazed at me, his pupils blown wide. “So fucking hot.” As his brows tensed, his mouth dropped open and his pace on our cocks faltered. “Oh, fuck.” He shuddered again and again as his cum spurted to mix with my own.

As it slowed, he took quick, deep breaths, resting his cheek on my shoulder. “I don’t know what came over me.” He lifted his head and propped on an elbow, one hand still wrapped around our waning dicks. As his gaze found mine, he said, “Is it normal to want a guy as badly as I want you?”

I curled the edge of my mouth. “Do you really expect me to answer that?” I skimmed my hands up and down the powerful muscles of his back. “Because you know I’m going to sayno.” I pressed a quick kiss on his lips. I loved how open he was with me, though. He made me feel so good inside. I needed this with all the insecurities I had around my hockey career. “I guess I must be pretty special for you to feel this way.”

He blinked a few times. “Myles, I mean it.” He chewed his lower lip. “I don’t feel things like this. I…” He glanced away for a beat and focused on me. “I’m a mess.”

I gazed deeply into his stunning hazel eyes, my heart melting. “I…I don’t know what to say.” I brushed a lock of his dark hair off his forehead. Might I end up being too much of a distraction for him at some point? “How’s your um, how’s your game? I mean, your football game.”

He gave me a wide grin. “Better than ever.” He nuzzled my neck. “Why the hell are you asking about that?” His breath caught, and he faced me. “Are you having problems with your game?”

“Oh, hell no.” I chuckled. “I played better than ever today in practice. So good, in fact—” I popped my eyes open. Shit, don’t tell him what I was thinking about.

“In fact, what?” He gave me a lop-sided grin. “Come on, don’t keep secrets from me.”

I tipped my head back on the couch pillow, inhaling deeply. I’d opened my big mouth, so… “Okay, fine. You know I told you about my superstition, right?” My gaze found his.

“Yeah, you’re hot as hell superstition that I want in on before your first game.” He raked his teeth over his bottom lip.

“See, that’s the thing. I was wondering if hooking up with you is even better for my game than jacking off, eh.” My face heated. I sounded like a sex-starved weirdo. “But then, if it turns out to be true, how could I handle it at away games?”

“FaceTime sex calls.” He smirked at me. “Problem solved.”

I stared at him. I’d told myself not to go down this path, but fuck. It was worth a try. “We’ll have to figure out logistics, since we both have games on Saturdays.” I pressed my lips together. Fuck my brain and my mouth. Why wouldn’t it stop?

“Done. Anything I can do to help the ASU hockey team.” He kissed my lips. “And the guy I’m obsessed with.”

My heart fluttered with emotion. This was crazy.Wewerecrazy. But who said being with someone had to follow whatever society thought was normal?

CHAPTER TEN

COOPER

He did it to me, again. I had no control with Myles. And a big part of me didn’t care. “We, uh, we should clean up.” I gently squeezed our cocks, now slack in my hand. I’d never just sat and held a guy’s dick before after sex. Truth was, I could probably rally in a minute.

He freed a soft gasp, his lips parting. “Yeah, we should?—”

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