Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
The delicious gasp he lets out when I wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock, how he trembles when I nip at his balls and presses his ass back as I slip a finger inside him … it’s all making me want to stand up and replace my finger with my cock.
But to do that, I’d have to stop and find a condom, and there’s no way I’m moving away when I’ve got him right where I want him.
My mouth travels up and down, wanting to devour every inch of him. Between the water, spit, and his precum, I’ve made a mess that I can’t stop chasing with my tongue.
“Can’t wait to watch this back,” I tell him, and fuck, I wish that was a possibility. “To see you bent over like this.” I drag my teeth over his taint as I keep lightly stroking his dick. Oskar’s vocals are magic, echoing off the tile. “I’m going to get myself off every night to the sounds you’re making. While you’re at practice, I’m going to watch the way you begged for me, and you’ll be on that ice, skating with your teammates, knowing I’m touching myself over you, desperate for you …”
He whines. “Lane … I need … Damn it, I need …”
“You’re so loud. I bet the people in the next room can hear us. I hope they don’t call the front desk. I hope the front desk staff aren’t on their way up here to find out what all those filthy sounds you’re making are from.”
He pounds his fist against the tile. “Fuck me.”
“No.”
“Please. I need you inside me.”
“Fine.” But not how he thinks. I press my face into his ass, and my tongue finds his hole. It’s already soft from being worked open, and I push inside easily. Eagerly.
His gasps and grunts are everything I need to hear as I work him deeply with my tongue. I start and stop, draw him out, tease him over and over. I keep my grasp on his shaft light and his cock pulled back to hold off his orgasm, even as I knead his balls roughly with my other hand.
“Asshole,” he whines. “Such an asshole.”
I’m smiling the whole time.
Sex with Oskar is fun.
I let his balls go to spread him open more, pressing my face as deep as it will go. My short beard is rubbing against his ass, and a small part of me hopes I leave him with a dull burn that he feels all night. Something to keep me on his mind while he plays and then is out with his friends.
Eating his ass shouldn’t be as addictive as it is, but in my defense, he’s a hockey player, and the thing in my face is easily the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. My cock is desperate to get in on the action, but I refuse.
I am conscious that he has a game soon, so while I’d love to play with him all night, I reluctantly bring his cock back to the front and start to stroke with purpose. My tongue spears in and out, and I press a finger in to rub his prostate, and he pushes back against it before fucking into my fist. I’ve lost track of what he’s saying—it’s all nonsensical words and noise by this point, and I love every bit of it.
Until—
“I’m … I’m—” His groan cuts off his words as his whole body tenses right before he lets go. His orgasm paints the tile, spurt after spurt, until he shudders and goes boneless.
I give his hole one final swipe with my tongue before I stand up behind him. “I could be wrong, but it looked like you enjoyed that.”
He presses his face to the wall. “I’m usually an awesome liar, so I hate that I can’t deny it.”
“Your brain cells aren’t all firing, so that’s understandable.” I almost make a joke about there only being one of them, but I don’t have it in me to insult him right now. So instead of those words, I drop a kiss on his shoulder. “Better get ready for the game.”
“I want to suck you off first.”
“Nope.” I press my aching cock against his ass, hating the next words about to come out of my mouth. “You’re going to go to dinner, and when you get back, my cum is going to be your dessert.”
EIGHTEEN
OSKAR
I’m still on a high from having a good day and an even better afternoon in the shower that when I hit the ice, I’m unstoppable.
Almost to the point I suspect Tripp of taking pity on me for having a full-time babysitter and letting me score. Not only am I blocking any attempts on our own goal by making sure Vegas can’t even get into position to take a shot, but I’ve even got myself a Gordie Howe hat trick: a goal, an assist, and a fight in the same game.