Page 52 of Shiver
My time to keep him is numbered.
Egon’s mouth pulls away, but I chase it. “I want to touch you,” he whispers. “Can I?”
I nod. “Yes. Touch me anywhere you want to, Egon.”I’m yours.
He shifts off me as he offers me his mouth again and I devour his soul as he rubs my dick. Egon edges me, but I’m not sure he does so on purpose as he explores every inch of my cock, my balls, and just barely touches my ass. When I finally come, I soak him.
His lips are swollen and red. He struggles to catch his breath. I don’t let him. Instead, I keep him suspended in a state of pained arousal as I return the edging favor until his face is covered in tears.
Egon comes so hard that he’s asleep before his cock stops dripping for me.
EIGHTEEN
EGON
Midterms arenext week and while I’m comfortably sitting in the neighborhood of a B in all my classes, I’m feeling the stress. If I failed a midterm, it could drop me back into the range of failing. Whoever made it common practice that midterms count for so much of your grade should be stuck within the goalie’s crease without pads and let all the angry students who would otherwise pass their classes very well have at him. Even those who’ve never been on ice before would manage to meet their target. Anger and frustration do that to a person.
While my gradesareall good, so much better than I could ever have hoped for, chemical systems is only just barely a B. I really need to concentrate on that class more than the others. And yet, I’m too afraid to do so because I don’t want to miss something else. I don’t want to fall behind.
I’ve reduced myself to such a jittery mess that even while I’m on the bike in the hockey facility’s gym, I’ve got equations and compounds running through my head. But I’m convinced I’m not remembering them correctly. I’m probably training myself over and over again in something incorrect.
“You alright, Egon?” Caulder asks.
I glance at him, having forgotten he was there. Dwayne Hart is also in the gym. It’s just the three of us, but Dwayne is across the room on the weight bench.
While I mean to tell him I’m fine, I end up shaking my head. “Midterms are going to kill me.”
“You brought your grades up, yeah?”
I nod. “But I’m terrified about midterms and finals. They count for so much of the term. These are the assignments I need to ace, but I think I’m too psyched out for them.”
“You need some stress relief,” he says. “Time to find a new puck bunny. Let her take your mind off it.”
My lips press together into a thin line. I told Rake I wanted to say something to my team. But he hadn’t agreed. He hadn’t disagreed either. Rake didn’t answer at all.
Maybe it was because I was kissing him. Touching him. The memory alone has my dick perking up.
“I’m not suggesting another girlfriend. Just, you know, casual. To help with the stress.”
“Is that what you do?” I ask, glancing at him. Even though my eyes only barely catch his face before I’ve looked away, I swear I see something flash in his expression. It’s there and gone so quickly that I might have just imagined it.
“Yeah,” he answers. I look at him this time because I know he’s lying.
Glancing around the room to make sure it’s just the three of us and Dwayne is nowhere close enough to hear me, I tell Caulder a half truth. “I’m seeing someone. That’s not the problem.”
His grin is immediate, but his eyes narrow a second later at my hushed tone. “Why is it secret? Is she off limits?”
“No,” I say slowly. “He’s within limits.”
Caulder’s head is tilted to the side as he evaluates my tone. I’m staring at him, breath held, as I wait for him to register what I said. He does. His eyes widen and his mouth opens.
I hold up my hand. “I don’t have anything else to say about it.” My cheeks are burning, and I look away.
“You know I don’t care, right?” he says, his tone quiet. So low that even if someone walked by, they’d not hear him. “I mean, I signed on to Pride Sports. My agent is…” he trails off as I shake my head.
“I’m not ashamed,” I tell him. “I’m also not going to talk about it.” Because I’m not sure if I can. Rake didn’t say he was okay with the world knowing he’s seeing me.
Then again, maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe this isn’t what I think it is. Maybe we’re just fucking around while he helps me study. That could be it.
