Page 31 of Overtime Goal
He looked up. “Enjoy this, because I sure will.”
His blue eyes were glazed over, and a deep red flush in his cheeks carried down to his chest. He looked like a Norse god moonlighting as a hockey player. A Norse god who was on his knees for me. I already knew I wouldn’t last.
As he slowly sucked in the head, that weird fucking noise came out of me again. His eyes were smiling, but his mouth was all business, sliding over my cock like he wanted to swallow me whole. It was hot and wet, and as inch after inch of me disappeared between his lips, I groaned and threaded my fingers into his hair. He kept going until the head was buried in his throat.
“Feels so good.” I threaded my fingers in his hair as he pulled back, dragging his tongue along the bottom of my shaft while his lips worked the rest of me. “Fuck, it’s the best. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
When only the tip was left in his mouth, he cupped my balls and squeezed. I hummed as he sucked me in again and pulled back, using his tongue like a wizard, until I was fucking gone. I thought about backhand sweeps and stickhandling drills, anything to distract myself that I didn’t blow too soon.
I was barely aware of anything but the heat of his mouth and the dizzying suction that made my thighs twitch. I moaned when he tongued my frenulum, and all at once, he pulled off with a slick, wet sound. My cock was left bobbing in the air, and I groaned in protest.
“Is it really okay, Ade?” His voice was low and raw. “Am I doing it how you like it?”
“Jesus. I didn’t evenknowhow I liked it until now. It’s the best blow job I’ve ever had.” I made that squeaky sound again. “Please make me come.”
“Mm.” He grazed his hand up between my legs and cupped my balls again. “You’ve got the biggest fucking nuts I’ve ever seen.” His eyes sparkled as he leaned in and took one in his mouth.
I tightened my hold on his hair and whimpered while he sucked hard enough to send flashes of urgent pleasure shooting through me. He wrapped his fist around my cock and started jerking as he switched balls, taking in the other one and sucking harder. A stab of discomfort made me give a little cry, but he kept sucking and jerked me even harder. Gradually, the intensity swallowed the ache, turning it into a wave of pleasure so strong I might’ve come then.
He let my ball go. “Gonna shoot a big load down my throat?”
“Yeah. Unless you want it on your face.”
“That’s fucking hot.” He kissed along the bottom of my shaft, then looked up again. “Anywhere you want to put it, babe. As long as I get every drop.”
I couldn’t resist a little teasing. “Are you telling me you’re my cum slut?”
“Telling you I’ll do anything you want.”
My growl was involuntary. “Then get your mouth back on my cock. I want it messy and loud. Slobber all over me and you’ll get it all.”
His eyes darkened. “Fuck. It’s hot when you’re bossy like this.”
He stopped jerking my cock, and I panicked a little. Every nerve in my body lit on fire as the bravado melted out of me. “Please,” I whispered. “Suck me again. It was so good.”
“That’s it.” His voice was husky. “Beg for it, baby.”
“Please,pleasesuck my cock. I need to come.”
He drew me back in, and I started moaning. His mouth was tight and greedy, and every drag of his tongue over my shaft pushed me closer. I braced a hand on his shoulder to keep from falling.
When he tugged my balls again, I gasped. He found the rhythm, steady and fast as his mouth worked me like he was addicted to my cock.
“Fuck, Logan, I’m… Shit, so close.”
My entire body tingled as he sucked even harder. Soon, there was nothing but the wet glide of his mouth and the obscene sounds of spit and suction.
For a breathtaking moment, I teetered on the edge, and then I was there. A warning cry barely left my mouth before I exploded. My body jerked like I’d been hit by electricity, and I shot so hard I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I cried out, my hips bucking as Logan clamped his hands around my waist.
“God,” I choked out. “Fuck!” I held onto his shoulders as the endless white-hot spurts continued. Lost in the raw pleasure ripping through me, I couldn’t breathe or think.
He held on, swallowing in loud, frantic gulps. I opened my eyes in time to see some leak from the corner of his mouth and mix with the spit on his chin, but he didn’t slow down. He sucked me through it, determined to drain me dry.
While my knees shook uncontrollably, he tightened his grip and nursed me with slow, greedy pulls I hoped would never stop.
My body was still twitching when the sensitivity hit. After I tapped his shoulder, he pulled off with a soft smack. A thread of spit connected us for an instant before it broke.
“Jesus,” I whispered. A full-body shudder left me swaying.
