Page 36 of Rule 5: Never Crush on the Captain
I laugh, then pull off his pajamas. He’s naked beneath me. His muscles ripple beneath me, and that same pink flush that was on his cheeks is now on his chest.
I love it.
I love everything about him.
He’s perfect.
He’s thinner than I am. His frame is more suited to moving quickly than to taking pucks and intimidating rival teams.
I pull off my shirt.
“Don’t forget your pants.”
I laugh. “Okay. Thanks for the reminder.”
My cock sticks straight up. Precum makes the top glisten, but from the way that Evan’s Adam’s apple moves, he doesn’t mind.
I topple onto him, and our cocks press together. I inhale, as if by lingering on this breath, I can make the moment last forever.
Warmth swirls through me as our bare skin touches. Our bodies become slick with sweat. I move my length against his experimentally, amazed by the ache that reverberates through my body.
“This feels so good,” I moan. “Why does it feel so good?”
Evan chuckles. “Because it’s me, dude. You like me.”
“Yeah,” I admit, my voice rough.
His eyes soften. “You’re the best, you know that?”
My heartbeat quickens, enjoying his words, but I can’t meet his eyes. Too much shame already moves through me.
Evan pulls me tightly to him, wrapping his arms around me. He grabs hold of my hand, squeezes it, then taps my index finger. “You’re great with Stella. Seriously, great. No one plays with her like you do.”
“She’s an amazing kid.”
“I know.” He taps my middle finger. “And you took care of me. And I know you just wanted to avoid me. But you stepped up, and that’s because you’re awesome.”
I turn my head to him. His eyes are shining. “And the chemistry between us is off the charts.”
“Even though I’m a man?”
“I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
I duck in for another kiss, and he sucks my tongue. My cock jerks against Evan’s. Lust surges through me.
I pull myself away, then position my mouth over his cock. It’s glorious. Massive and throbbing and leaking.
Not quite as big as mine, but it’s better shaped. More elegant. With two perfectly symmetrical balls.
I swallow hard.
“Are you going to put it in your mouth?” Evan teases. “Because I’m totally down with that.”
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
His eyes go soft again. “You don’t have to do anything, DeLuca. Though I’d prefer if you stay in the bed with me.”
“There’s no question about that.” I run my fingers over his length, loving the way my hands become slick with his precum.
