Page 63 of Icing the Play

“Fuck, okay.” Snapping his hips, he pushed in and pulled out, slapping his body into mine, gasping.

My head smacked the headboard with the strength of his thrusts. Sensation built to a raw edge, and I succumbed, my whole body shuddering. Ropes of cum burst from my dick and landed as high as my cheek. I cried out and whimpered.

His face fell into my shoulder, and he gasped. “Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck.” The rhythm of his hips faltered and stopped, with his dick fully lodged inside me. Then he pulled out and pushed in one last time. Landing on me, he said, “Holy fuck.”

The vibration morphed into a tickle, and I squirmed. “Cooper? Turn the toy off.” It was about to be too much.

“Shit, sorry.” He lifted, tapped his phone, and the humming halted. “There.” He gave me a lop-sided grin. “How’d you like it?” Rolling to the side, he carefully slid the toy off me and set it on the bed.

“It felt incredible.” Hooking my arms around him, I drew him into my chest and lowered my legs. I’d almost forgotten about the game. “I need to hydrate.”

“I’ll get you a Gatorade.” He climbed off me and the bed. “Be right back.” He sauntered into the hallway.

I looked down at the cum on my chest. The orgasm had been pretty powerful and any minute, it would be even more messy. With a sigh, I hopped off the bed and into the shower. Water running, Cooper appeared, Gatorade in hand. “Hey,post-sex cuddling?” He planted the bottle on the counter by the sink.

“Yeah, just let me clean up and I’ll join you back on my bed.” I unscrewed the top of the bottle and guzzled the drink.

“Okay.” He tensed the edge of his lips, grabbed a washcloth, and wet it in the sink. “Guess I’ll clean up too.”

With a nod, I stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me, and washed. When I was done, I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist. It was pointless washing my hair and all that shit before a game.

Strolling into my bedroom, my gaze fell on Cooper, resting with his eyes closed on his back on my bed, wearing one of my jerseys and only his briefs. The bulge of his junk peeked out from under the hem.

He opened his eyes. “Whatcha looking at?” He gave me a sly grin.

With my stomach fluttering, I said, “You look good like that.” Would he make one of my wishes come true? “Are you, uh, you want to wear the jersey for the game tonight?” I dropped the towel, set the Gatorade on the nightstand and slid my previously discarded underwear up my legs and then my shorts.

“Hell yes.” He opened his arms. “Come here.”

As my cheeks flashed with warmth, I crawled onto the bed and into his arms, lying on my side with my head on his shoulder. It always felt amazing to be with him. I’d fallen so hard for the guy, there was no end to it. “Who’s coming to the game with you?” I’d gotten two tickets for him, so he could bring a friend.

“I’m bringing Eli. I think he understands hockey the best.” He toyed with a lock of my damp hair. “He’s from Oregon, and I guess he was a Seattle Kraken fan growing up.”

“Kraken?” Wrinkling my nose, I lifted my head. “They’re my team’s rival.” Well, the Canucks, which I cheered for as a kid.

“Yeah? The Blackhawks?” He brushed his fingers up and down my arm, leaving a tickle.

“No, the Canucks. I’m from Vancouver, eh.” I grinned. “Iwon’t hold it against him.” At least Cooper would be with a hockey fan.

His gaze locked on mine. “Hey, are you nervous? It’s your first game of the season. I know how it can be.”

My chest tightened. “Yeah, guess I am. I wasn’t thinking about it much until now.” I’d been playing so well the last few weeks. When would I hear from Dean Wilson? My mind played over the logistics of the weekend. Cooper had another away game tomorrow night. I glanced at the vibrating toy. “So, tomorrow…”

“Tomorrow I’ll get settled in my hotel room and give you a private call.” He smirked and pressed a quick kiss on my cheek. “Hey, drink some more Gatorade. You need to hydrate, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” Propping on an elbow, I grabbed the bottle and finished it. “I should probably have another.” And a nap would be perfect.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

COOPER

After meeting with Eli for dinner and heading to the Mullett Arena, we followed mostly students inside and strolled down the stairs to our seats, which weren’t too far from the ASU bench.

As we dropped into our chairs, Myles stood at the bench and turned his helmeted head around, his gaze sweeping the crowd.

“Aw, my hot hockey boyfriend is looking for me.” I waved at him and his gaze stopped on me.

A soft smile curled his lips, and he wiggled his fingers at me.

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